Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

It was not until this moment that the Chaldean group finally saw the outline of the flying object.

"Is it a human?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed.

boom--! ! !

The figure fell into the crowd outside the city, causing quite a commotion.

"Da Vinci, Mashu, let's go over and take a look!"

Seeing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately became anxious. He hurriedly called his companions and ran towards the city gate on his own.

"Senior, wait for us!"

Mashu hurried to keep up with the boy's pace. She quickly took a step and ran, and immediately caught up with the latter.

"Oops~"

Da Vinci looked at the two running people somewhat helplessly. She did not run like her two guard companions, but took out the telescope again and pointed it at the hole on the top of the holy city tower.

Just as she looked at it, she suddenly felt an inexplicable gaze falling on her.

The source of that gaze was from the tall tower.

After putting the telescope away, the smile that Leonardo da Vinci had always had on his face disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

At this time, she took a step and quickly caught up with the two companions who had already run away.

"It seems that I will be very busy next."

On the way, she couldn't help but sigh like this.

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"..."

Xiuer touched the silver-blue sword marks on his body with some curiosity.

The flash just now, like that of electric welding, completely obscured everything in front of him.

It looked like an ordinary slash, or even a gorgeous slash with special effects similar to a "delayed slash".

But the real situation is not as nothing happens as it seems on the surface.

As the attacked, Xuul could clearly see that his outer shell had actually developed "cracks" after taking the opponent's powerful attack.

If he hadn't quickly infused magic power into it to repair it, his outer shell of "Gawain" would have been destroyed by the enemy's Noble Phantasm.

Even if it breaks, he can always "build" another one.

"Data collection complete, analysis begins..."

The cyan eyes belonging to "Gawain" suddenly emitted a golden glow belonging to Shuul himself.

Because they were facing away, the other two people did not notice this strange phenomenon.

Tristan just saw the enemy standing there in a daze, and thought that Lancelot's attack was effective.

Lancelot himself was breathing heavily. It seemed that the previous battle, coupled with the release of the Noble Phantasm, had consumed a lot of his energy.

"Analysis complete."

Xuul suddenly raised his right hand holding the Holy Sword of the Sun, and the golden energy instantly covered it completely.

—【Opening】—

Lancelot had very little time to rest, after all, turning his back to the enemy was the most fatal.

He naturally knew this, but due to the side effects of releasing the Noble Phantasm and the fatigue caused by the battle with the fake Gawain, his body was forced to take a few breaks.

Moreover, at this moment, the enemy who swallowed his Noble Phantasm head-on should have been hurt to some extent.

It probably won't happen immediately...

"Lancelot, beware!!!"

Along with the Rosy Knight's shout, there was a melodious sound of a piano, and several energy beams that passed by Lancelot and attacked the enemy behind him.

The former's support attack came again, trying to buy time for his companions.

But when his attacks landed on the enemy, they were weak and powerless, unable to shake them in the slightest.

The enemy didn't even defend against his attacks, choosing to ignore them.

Tristan rarely makes such loud noises. His actions are usually extremely elegant. Even his fighting style is like playing a "beautiful melody" for his enemies.

But at this moment, the fact that this elegant knight lost his composure like this was enough to show how urgent the situation was.

pound--! ! !

Although he couldn't see the enemy's condition clearly, Lancelot still relied on the sound in the wind, swung the sword in his hand, and intercepted the attack from behind in time.

The sword emitting golden light stood in the eyes of the purple knight.

He could not understand the circumstances of this vision.

Compared to the extremely dangerous golden flame that seemed to melt everything, the sword in the enemy's hand at this moment actually made him feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Alarm bells suddenly rang in his heart.

At this moment, the force originally applied to his sword suddenly weakened.

A golden and silver light suddenly flashed, filling Lancelot's vision.

call--! ! !

As he was blinded, the sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out. The knight did not hesitate, following the guidance of his heart, ignoring the fatigue of his wrists, and once again parried an attack in the direction of the sound.

However, this swing unexpectedly missed the target.

"!?"

He failed to intercept the enemy's attack, but the expected pain did not come. He just felt a strong wind suddenly blowing past him.

It was not until this time that the blindness caused by the strong light was finally recovered, but the enemy in front of him had disappeared.

Just as he was about to look for his enemy, a golden and silver light suddenly shone on his body, and at the same time a sharp pain suddenly came upon him.

“Gufu——!”

A mouthful of scarlet liquid gushed out of the knight's mouth.

Lancelot looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief.

Crimson liquid gushed out from the broken armor on his chest like a fountain.

"—[Open]—[Binding Chains Completely Broken: Aroundight Overload]"

Xuul, who was standing behind the knight, slowly put the two-handed sword in his hand, which was mainly gold and white in color, into the purple scabbard.

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Chapter 28: Knight's Will

poof...

Like a puppet with its strings cut, Lancelot slowly fell to his knees.

Scarlet liquid kept oozing out from the gaps in his chest armor.

The purple knight raised his left hand tremblingly and pressed it against the wound on his chest armor.

The blood quickly filled his breastplate and then quickly infected his lower body. The blood that gushed out from the gap dyed the knight's left hand scarlet.

With such a huge amount of bleeding, if it were a normal human being, he would have died in hatred long ago.

But even if it completely mimics the human body, its essence is still the body of a Servant composed of spirit particles.

It was just a minor wound, not enough to force Lancelot to leave the battlefield.

“Gupu!!”

Another mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

His limbs, already exhausted from the battle with the fake Gawain, finally began to strike at this moment.

Lancelot stood up with his sword, but he could only get up.

"Huh...ha..."

boom--! ! !

Just as the knight tried to get up, the culprit who had beaten him into his current state once again created a huge noise behind him.

boom--! ! !

The already dilapidated streets were quickly plowed into flat ground, and the surrounding blocks that had already turned into ruins disappeared within a few seconds, evaporating in the shining red-gold light.

Obviously.

Seeing that Lancelot was nearing death, the fake "Gawain" immediately set his sights on the only Knight of the Round Table still standing, whom he had ignored until now.

But he was also very puzzled about this matter. He didn't know why the other party could have taken his life immediately, but chose not to do so.

He was completely certain that, based on the speed displayed by the opponent, he could have chosen to cut off his head with the previous blow, thus killing him in one blow.

But in the end, the enemy intentionally held back, only crippling his own ability to move.

But for now, no one can answer his question.

After all, the only person who knew about the situation, the fake "Gawain", was in a fierce battle with his companions.

Although it was called a fierce battle, in fact, Tristan was just retreating and fighting unilaterally.

boom--! ! !

Gawain held the silver-white greatsword high in his hand. A crimson energy instantly enveloped the sword, transforming it into another crimson sword belonging to Mordred—the [Glorious King's Sword].

The dazzling and violent terrifying red thunder exploded again, completely submerging the area where Tristan was.

Half of the holy city was engulfed in the violent thunder, and all the buildings along the way were instantly submerged when they came into contact with the red thunder.

In just a second, half of the buildings in the holy city were reduced to ruins.

At this time, Lancelot, whose life was in danger, ignored the fatigue of others and forced himself to turn his head and look at the battlefield.

The originally gorgeous and elegant rose-colored figure was now covered with traces of burnt charcoal.

He hasn't fallen down yet, but his condition is not optimistic at this time.

It was obvious that three people came in together, and the purpose was to fight against the enemy together.

However, they were forced to be defeated one by one in the face of the enemy's strange abilities.

Unlike Mordred, who loves to boast at any time during the battle.

Lancelot's battles are often swift and silent. His composure prevents him from making moves that may lead to flaws.

But even now, this silent knight couldn't help but sigh at the enemy's strength.

hum-

The hot air appeared again, and Lancelot suddenly smelled something burning in the air around him.

The next second, Gawain threw the crimson sword in his hand high into the air. A golden energy quickly enveloped the crimson sword and quickly transformed into a "flaming sun".

The sunlight of the false sky cannot bring warmth to the creatures below, but the "sun" created by "Gawain" brings warmth to this false city.

Until this moment, the sword that was thrown into the sky finally fell from the scorching sun and was tightly grasped by "Gawain" below.

And at this moment, the crimson sword returned to its original appearance that Lancelot saw at the beginning.

The silver-white greatsword that belonged to Gawain——【Sword of Rotating Victory】.

The carbon color formed by high temperature burning covers the entire sword body, just like a sword made of lava.

Bright and blazing golden flames burned fiercely on the sword, and the temperature it emitted instantly heated up the originally cool air around it.

The blood in front of Lancelot also evaporated rapidly at this time, leaving only a series of dried dark red marks.

"Goo!"