Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

A strong wind blew over, and Da Vinci detected a strong magical reaction from it.

At this moment, the giant light gun had reached 500 meters above the holy city, but even so, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others were still unable to see the full picture of the light gun.

As the light gun pressed forward, more cracks quickly appeared in the alien space that was originally attached to the holy city.

Suddenly, a golden flash, different from the light of divine punishment, suddenly shone from the strange space in the holy city.

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could recover his vision which was temporarily blinded.

A gale far stronger than the previous one suddenly swept across the holy city and everything around it.

"what happens?!"

The boy felt the painful gale, and because his vision had not yet recovered, he could only ask his companions about the situation.

"..."

However, his words received no response.

The people around him didn't know what they saw, and they all fell silent.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka could not still hear the breathing of the people around him, he would have thought that his companions had disappeared out of thin air the moment he was blinded.

But not responding is not normal either.

"Why aren't you talking?"

After a few seconds, the boy's vision recovered a little. He didn't care about the situation in the holy city, but hurriedly checked the condition of his companions.

The good news is, they are fine.

But the strange thing was that they all stared at a certain place in a daze, as if they had seen something shocking.

And the direction of their vision is exactly the direction of the holy city.

It was only then that Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his attention back to the Holy City.

Then, like his companions, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and stood there in a daze.

It was seen that the giant light gun that was originally large enough to cover the entire holy city had "stopped" in mid-air at the moment when it was about to fall into the holy city.

To be precise, it stopped on a semicircular golden barrier that appeared 50 meters above the holy city at some unknown time.

woohoo-

Gusts of wind blew from the direction of the holy city, almost causing Fujimaru Ritsuka to fall. He could only stand firm with the help of Mashu's shield.

The silent gale swept across the holy city and everything around it.

The "divine punishment" that seemed to be able to destroy everything was actually blocked by the small golden barrier.

But this is not the end yet. The Lion King's sanctions are obviously not something that can be easily resisted.

The strong winds that keep sweeping everywhere are the movements that people can feel in this silent "struggle".

Three seconds passed.

The spear of divine punishment that fell from the sky was unable to move any further after hitting the barrier. The two sides were in a stalemate, and neither side showed any sign of stopping.

Just when people thought that the "gun" and the "shield" would continue to confront each other like this.

A mutation occurs.

It was seen that after a prolonged struggle, the semicircular barrier not only did not show a single crack, but it even pushed back the pressed light gun visibly.

However, the next second, the barrier disappeared instantly, but before the Spear of Divine Punishment could continue to fall.

A golden light shone again in the holy city.

Suddenly, a beam of light that was even thinner than the light spear rose from the ground in the Holy City and collided with the Spear of Divine Punishment in the sky.

An extremely dazzling light once again filled Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, filling his vision once again with a vast "gold".

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Chapter 31: Death Struggle

A huge spear of light descended from the sky, and the golden light shining through the clouds illuminated the entire holy city.

Lancelot and Tristan were undoubtedly surprised by the king's decision.

As Knights of the Round Table who had followed the King for many years since being summoned by Him in this world, they naturally knew the true full picture of this "sanction".

That was the Noble Phantasm that the King had been using until now—the Holy Spear "Rhongomyniad"

The King actually decided to launch "Sanctions" into the Holy City!?

The two Knights of the Round Table never imagined that such a situation would occur.

Although it was unexpected, it was also reasonable.

The first one to figure it out was Tristan, whose personality had been reversed.

When he saw the spear of light breaking through the clouds, he quickly understood the king's thoughts.

They were defeated by the enemy in front of them, and the enemy that they should have defeated was still rampant. The king would choose to impose "sanctions", which was both a sign of his respect for the enemy and a punishment for their defeat.

"I am very sad. We came here to suppress the foreign enemies according to the king's order, but in the end, the king had to do it himself."

Facing the attack that was about to annihilate him, the Rose Knight's words were filled with self-blame.

After sighing, Tristan immediately withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to the threat in front of him.

"Stranger..."

The knight stood there solemnly, his injuries preventing him from taking any further action.

He closed his long-blind eyes again, unable to see anything, but his sensitive perception could replace his eyes, allowing him to lock onto the enemy.

"The King's judgment has arrived. You and your companions will not be able to escape."

"All obstacles will become stepping stones for my king's success. When the time comes, this world, destined for destruction, will be saved by our king."

Tristan spoke righteously, but facing imminent destruction, he did not lay down his weapon, but instead burst out with an even stronger desire to fight.

Even the fingers that had been unable to move easily just now began to regain some vitality, and they once again drew the bowstring, ready to attack at any moment.

This knight did not intend to flee, but chose to stay and drag his enemies along with him to face the king's "sanction".

Just as Tristan was speaking, Lancelot, who was exhausted behind Psyche, looked at the light in the sky with shock, just like the former at the beginning.

That originally calm and composed face was instantly filled with confusion and puzzlement when he saw the king's punishment coming here.

He couldn't understand why the king wanted to bring "sanctions" to the holy city.

Even if the target he was aiming at was the enemy not far in front of him, and they were defeated after coming to meet the enemy under the king's order, it was indeed their dereliction of duty. Even if the king ordered him to die as an apology, he would be willing to do so.

But imposing sanctions on the holy city was an option he could not understand at all.

You know, there are quite a few residents in the holy city.

Even if this alien space is an independent world forged for the Holy City, the sky torn apart by "Sanctions" is enough to prove that when it overwhelms the enemy, it will shatter the space at the same time, and then cause unimaginable damage to the real Holy City.

Didn’t the King know this? The King must have known this, but He did it anyway!

At this moment, Lancelot's heart was shaken.

Unlike the increasingly fanatical Tristan, Lancelot's mood, after the initial astonishment, quickly turned into confusion and questioning of his choice.

In this regard, as the center of the entire battle, Xuel did not care about Tristan's movements or Lancelot's condition.

Facing the attack that was like divine punishment, he seemed to be stunned and stood there indifferent.

The golden light that covered the sky and the sun had dyed everything around it into a dazzling gold.

Xuer's gaze passed through the light that was enough to blind the naked eye and stared at the giant light gun that was coming straight towards him.

A sound of music suddenly rang out. It was the sound of Tristan playing his bow again.

Several rose-colored rays of light flew out from the string and headed straight for the enemy.

Ding ding ding——!!!

Faced with this sudden attack, Xuer didn't even look at it. He just casually waved the sword in his hand and easily blocked the several rays of light one by one.

But after blocking it, it no longer made any counterattack, as if concentrating all its attention on the light gun coming from the sky.

Tristan was furious at being ignored by the enemy, but there was nothing he could do.

Being able to launch an attack is already the limit, and the body is no longer able to move freely at this moment.

The enemy's indifference in the face of the king's sanctions clearly shows that they have a trump card that they have not yet discovered. If left unchecked, it is likely to lead to accidents.

It’s not that Tristan doesn’t trust his king, but the enemy’s situation is too strange, forcing him to consider multiple situations.

Now that he can no longer move freely, the only way he can use to restrain others is to do so. However, if he uses that method, his body will collapse due to reaching its limit.

But at this moment, the dilemma he faced had already become a dead end.

Rather than doing nothing and quietly waiting for my own dissipation, it is better to offer my last bit of strength to the king before this body reaches its limit.

This enemy must stay here. If he is allowed to use his trump card to avoid this sanction, it will bring fatal destruction to the king's plan.

Thinking of this, Tristan suddenly calmed down, took a deep breath, and made final preparations.

At this time, the light gun had already come within a thousand meters in the air, and the strong wind blowing on the face indicated that a violent attack was about to come.

Xuer was not just staring blankly at the sky. He was observing the situation in the sky and collecting preliminary data based on it.

Although sufficient data can be collected for analysis through simple observation, more data can be obtained through personal contact.

However, Xuel does not choose to take any attack head-on. In order to avoid possible strange functions, he will use observation methods to roughly calculate whether he can withstand it before doing so.

Just like now.

"Collecting data..."

Lancelot's silence and Tristan's inability to stop him could not interfere with his actions.

Before the light gun fell, Xuel had enough time to observe.

Click...

A faint sound of something tearing could be heard, and "cracks" gradually appeared in the surrounding space.

The white sky of the "Critical Holy City" quickly cracked like glass and turned into countless "fragments" that fell from the sky, revealing the true sunset outside. However, the red color had just appeared when it was completely buried by the golden light brought by the light gun.

"..."

Xiuer remained silent, all his "muscles" were relaxed, and he didn't look like he was facing any crisis at all. At this moment, he was still using the image of "Gawain".

Lancelot suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked at the tall figure not far ahead in confusion.

Just like the original Gawain, no matter how powerful the "enemy/attack" is, he will never bend his back.

Although it was a fake, he had to admit that the other party's character was as strong as Gawain's.

woohoo-

Gusts of wind blew continuously everywhere.

The extremely rich magical reaction in the air made Lancelot feel incomparable pressure for a moment.

Although it had not yet landed, the power emitted by the light gun alone was unbearable for the person facing the attack. But even so, the figure in front of him was still so tall and straight.

At this moment, Lancelot suddenly sensed a new magical reaction, which was different from the magic of the Holy Lance.

The purple knight quickly turned his gaze to the place where the magical reaction was the strongest. That was Tristan, who had been planning this for a long time. Obviously, he was about to release his treasure.

Lancelot was shocked, because the opponent's body should not be able to support the release of the Noble Phantasm. If he forced it to be released, he would only face the fate of body collapse.

But even if they don't release the Noble Phantasm, when the King's Holy Lance descends, all of them will also disappear into ashes under the Noble Phantasm.

The purple knight already understood Tristan's motive for this action.

His companions were ready to fight with their lives to hold back the enemy in front of them and make it fully absorb the king's "sanction".

After all, the enemy's abilities were incredibly strange, and they were still at ease even up to this point in the battle. Even the power they used to fight them was simply a copy of the power from Gawain, Mordred, and himself.

In addition, he remained indifferent in the face of the power of the Holy Lance. It was obvious that he had a "trump card" that they had not yet discovered that could be used to deal with the current situation.

"Stranger"

Lancelot still remembered the prophetic poem, and if he could not keep it here, the consequences would be obvious.

"...?"