Or, why don’t you find another savior?

In a battle with the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows, it would not be surprising whether she resorted to hand-to-hand combat or used magic.

Then, a drizzle began to fall, first in drops, then becoming a continuous stream.

"So that's how it is. You want to block out the sun's rays and weaken my power?" Gawain understood, then turned around, jumped up, and slashed at Scathach with his sword.

Not surprisingly, she dodged it, but the power was no different from before.

"But! I have the blessing of 'Nevernight' bestowed upon me by my king. No matter what the weather and time, I can exert my full strength!" Gawain declared majestically, "Thinking that changing the weather can create disadvantages is a mistake, Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows—"

The red spear and the holy sword clashed several times. Scathach was not known for her strength, so she was naturally forced to dodge repeatedly when Gawain used all his strength to slash her.

After all, she had no intention of competing with Gawain in strength.

Once again avoiding Gawain's sword skills, the wet sand suddenly produced solid ice, which spread in the air, forcing Gawain to take a step back and stab the oncoming ice with the holy sword wrapped in flames.

The ice wrapped around the flames and was melted by the flames.

What followed was the moist sand that was compressed to be as hard as iron, which turned into countless spikes and pounced towards Gawain.

Gawain had to avoid these substantial magical attacks, and at the same time be careful of Scathach's spear, which was too fast to be distinguished by the naked eye. He moved forward steadily and never revealed a flaw easily.

As Morgan declared at the beginning, he and Lancelot were separated.

Now Lancelot needs to face Morgan alone.

He had never thought that Morgan was so good at close combat. It seemed that she had no interest in continuing to perform magic. The special structure of the magic spear allowed her to choose to stab or slash at will in each attack.

Although it does not look like a Noble Phantasm, its specifications are not inferior to those of a holy sword.

He originally wanted to seize the moment when Morgan launched magic to attack, but now he had to return to the familiar battle situation.

"It's completely different from Agragwen's power. Did he receive Altria's 'blessing'?"

Morgan confirmed casually after an unsuccessful attack and repelling Lancelot's counterattack.

"Of course, all the Knights of the Round Table except him have received the King's 'blessing'."

Morgan understood: "Really? No wonder it's so difficult."

Having said that, she glanced at Shiomi in the distance. The hundreds of upright knights had now all fallen.

Chapter 2: Holy Lance, Draw Anchor ()

Tristan raised his head and the rain fell on his face, sliding down his bright, fiery long hair and handsome face.

"It's raining." He said slowly, "It really fits the sadness of the battlefield right now. The queen is really good at arranging occasions."

He said this as he lowered his head to face Shiomi who was on his horse in the distance.

Xijian's body was already soaked in blood, but it was not his blood.

Except for the dozen or so upright knights who had just surrounded the rear, the remaining upright knights who had besieged Shiomi with Tristan had all been killed in the battle. Only a few surviving horses fled in all directions after losing their riders.

Originally, Tristan was a little sad that he was responsible for leading the troops to surround the human master. After all, nearly a hundred people besieging one person would eventually turn into a tragic massacre.

But Tristan was only half right.

It was indeed a massacre, a massacre of nearly a hundred people by one person.

The rain washed away the thick blood on Xijian's body and fell to the ground mixed with the rain. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, falling on him and Zhu Qiang and then bouncing back. From a distance, it looked like a layer of protective shield wrapped around the body.

Xi Jian raised the spear slightly, and all the blood on it splashed onto the ground. The hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

Each of these upright knights had power close to that of a Servant. After killing nearly a hundred people in a row, Shiomi felt like he had reached the end of his strength.

"But you, Tristan, didn't react at all after so many soldiers died."

"It's not that there is no reaction, it's that I can't feel it." Tristan said, "This is the 'blessing' of my king, called 'reversal'. After all, if it weren't for this, I would be so sad that I wouldn't even be able to pluck the strings with my fingers."

His fingertips plucked the bow nimbly, but because of the rain, it could no longer produce pleasant notes.

This made Tristan very sad, so invisible arrows shot from all directions, piercing through the rain and heading straight for Xijian.

"Without their obstruction, it will be easier for me to aim my arrow at you." Tristan's voice was low and cold.

But these arrows were easily deflected by Xijian just like before.

"The invisible arrows were more threatening just now. Now that Master has made it rain here, I can see clearly the paths of those arrows piercing through the rain!"

Shiomi pulled the reins and was about to ride his horse towards Tristan.

But he was unable to move the moment he rushed out.

The moment he left the place, countless silk threads bound him. The source of those silk threads was on the fallen Knights of Justice and the war horses. Just like Morgan had used chains to bind the two knights just now, these silk threads bound Shiomi and the war horses in the same way.

"Alas... none of them really learn their lesson."

Shiomi couldn't help but think of the battle in London. He moved his arms slightly, and the silk threads that were strong enough to tear his body apart suddenly became soft and no longer threatening.

"Unrestrained magic?... He is indeed a difficult enemy."

Tristan sighed, and drove his horse to gallop, while keeping a distance, he continued to pluck the bowstring and shoot vacuum arrows.

His attack naturally could not reach Shiomi, but it was enough to interfere with the warhorse that was controlled by Shiomi's magic.

Finally, taking advantage of the moment when Shiomi was responding to the arrow aimed at his vital points, Tristan shot an arrow through the warhorse's head.

Shiomi also decisively turned over and dismounted, rolled a few times on the sand, and half-knelt on the ground with his gun raised.

Even though all the Knights of the Upright were killed, it would take a while for them to kill the few Knights of the Round Table who had been blessed.

Now Shiomi is more worried about whether there will be new Knights of the Round Table coming to help if the battle becomes stalemate.

Soon, he won't have to worry anymore.

The dark clouds were suddenly torn apart, and golden light emerged from them, expanding rapidly.

Shiomi recognized what it was.

Holy Lance Longominyad.

Morgan learned the Holy Lance as a magecraft, and her "Tower" magecraft was like this.

Shiomi hurriedly retreated and reunited with Morgan and Scathach. The three Knights of the Round Table did not pursue them. They also looked at the scene in shock.

He quickly determined that this was not Morgan's magic, otherwise a considerable amount of magic would have been taken away from him.

In just a few seconds, the Holy Spear broke through the dark clouds and fell towards the battlefield like a pillar supporting the sky.

Regardless of whether it was Altria or not, the Holy Spear was already in front of them, and the person who launched the Holy Spear intended to destroy them and the Knights of the Round Table here.

"The Holy Lance is only this good. My husband, use your magic power..." Morgan raised his hand, preparing to perform the magic of the Tower.

Xi Jian held her hand and tried to dissuade her: "...If a holy spear clashed with another holy spear, could anyone around survive?"

Morgan hesitated for a moment.

There are not only three of them here, there are also those who went to this singularity together.

But the Holy Lance is already imminent, even if it is transferred by the Water Mirror——

"I'll block this place!"

Shiomi clenched his fists, and the runes covering the sky above his head lit up, forming large and small spells. These spells were connected to each other, forming a barrier magic that was enough to stop the Holy Spear and blocked the attack.

I just stopped him.

The moment the barrier came into contact with the Holy Lance, cracks began to slowly spread.

Scathach immediately superimposed a new technique on Shiomi's technique, but even so, it only slowed down the spread of the cracks further.

"This power... is it divine? Who on earth is this--" Scathach also felt a little overwhelmed.

The Knights of the Round Table had seized the moment when the Holy Spear was blocked - including Mordred - and all of them transformed into spirits and evacuated from the battlefield, away from the attack range of the Holy Spear.

No one could resist the Holy Spear; this was a fact they were convinced of from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hurry up, Morgan, take everyone away!" Xi Jian urged, "Master too--"

"Are you going to die alone?" Morgan couldn't accept it.

However, the power of the gods would inevitably cause losses if the three of them tried to stop them, leaving the Knights of the Round Table with an opportunity to take advantage.

"Only if you can die." Shiomi freed his hand and pushed Scathach.

The two bumped into each other slightly.

Without Scathach's support, the barrier cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I'm counting on you all, Morgan! Master!"

Xi Jian didn't even look back, trying his best to maintain the barrier and pleaded with Morgan.

"...I'll come pick you up."

Holding the magic spear tightly, Morgan said this, then retreated to the dune buggy with Scathach and began the water mirror magic.

At the moment when Shiomi's barrier reached its limit and shattered, Shuijing and his group from Chaldea disappeared from the desert.

The holy spear broke through the barrier and fell into the desert.

The stream of light surged and swallowed up Xijian Tianxi's figure.

Under this impact, an extremely wide pit was dug out in the endless desert. The sand was not washed away, but sublimated in the light, turned into air, and permeated the area.

In the thick smoke, the center of the pit was so sunken that even the edge of the pit could not be seen clearly.

A man fell in a pool of blood.

Chapter 9 The Lion King

Although the Great Magic Barrier was activated to block the Holy Spear, the power of this attack was still greater than Shiomi expected.

If Morgan had really used the magic of the Tower earlier, regardless of the impact of the collision between the holy spears, Morgan's current state might not be able to completely overwhelm the holy spear.

The judgment is correct.

There are only a handful of people who can survive the Holy Spear, so letting her take the others to retreat first was the right choice.

Xiomi twisted his head weakly against the yellow sand.

His limbs and internal organs were badly damaged, one of his eyes was temporarily unable to open, and his skull was shattered.

The blood loss also exceeds the safe range for humans.

But he didn't die, and he didn't even go into shock.

He could feel his body recovering at a perceptible pace.

how long?

Ten minutes? An hour... or half a day?

Breathing in the scorching air, the smell of sand directly sublimating into gas, mixed with water vapor, smelled quite strange.

Finally, he felt that the fingers of his right hand were back under control and could move slightly.

Next comes the toes, ankles, and calves.

His body was still weak, but at least he could support himself and climb out of the sand pit.

The dark clouds pierced by the Holy Lance were gradually dispersing, and the rain had long since stopped. He raised his head and looked up at the round hole torn in the clouds, from which he could see the light band of the Magic King.

That is the scene that exists in every singularity, announcing that the world has been burned and the Magic King is embarking on the next stage of his plan.

I have to recover quickly and reunite with Morgan and Master.

Covering his still immobile arm, Shiomi thought so, then quickly gave up the idea.

The knights' swords were pointed at him from three directions behind him, and three Knights of the Round Table formed a semicircle to surround him.

Tristan held the bow with a silent look.

"You have survived the king's holy spear. I finally understand why the king ordered us to come here to stop him." Tristan said, "Your Excellency is a powerful man unrivaled in history, but we have all received orders. Please be prepared."

He announced Shiomi's death in a slow and dull tone.

After hearing these words, Mordred secretly exerted force on the hand holding the sword, and a trace of hesitation flashed through his mind.

If we take action now, even though we won't be able to defeat these three people, we should be able to retreat with Shiomi.

After all, without a warhorse, she could leave the others behind by relying on the acceleration released by magic.

But that would mean completely betraying my father.