Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

The situation, which should have yielded some gains, was instantly reversed. The sudden strengthening of these Round Table Knights and the instant healing of their injuries caught everyone completely off guard. With the addition of Tristan to the battle, the resistance forces were now facing a shortage of combat power.

Gareth could no longer keep up with the speed and force of the clashes between Gawain and Aslan, so she could only turn to deal with the frenzied Purge Knights who were charging. Arash and Tristan began a long-range exchange, while the Hassans focused all their efforts on protecting the ordinary people who had come for the selection only to nearly lose their lives.

Hassan of the Hundred Faces looked at the Purge Knights that were continuously surrounding them. Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath. "Cursed Arm, Serenity! I need you to go and eliminate that guy commanding the Purge Knights. Even if you can't eliminate him, just tying him up is fine. Leave these civilians to me to protect! Otherwise, even if we can get these people out, the casualties will be immense!"

The main body of Hundred Faces, a voluptuous, blue-haired, full-lipped woman, stabbed forward with her black dagger at a charging Purge Knight. She grabbed the knight's wrist, spun around to entangle him, and the black dagger smoothly found the gap between the armor plates, piercing into the spine at the neck. No blood spurted out, only a black magical energy that dispersed outwards. The heavy armor crashed directly onto the ground.

Cursed Arm and Serenity both nodded. They could also see that Agravain had not received that absurd "Gift." In that case, as long as the two of them could get close to the ordinary Heroic Spirit Agravain and successfully release their Noble Phantasms, even if Agravain didn't die, he would surely be half-dead. At that point, without the constant flood of Purge Knights, the pressure on everyone would be much less.

"We are many and one, one and many. We are the ever-changing legion of shadows with a hundred faces—Go, [Zabaniya: Delusional Illusion]!"

One after another, assassins with black skin, wearing black robes and masks on their faces, emerged from the shadows. Taking advantage of a moment when some of the frenzied Purge Knights hadn't reacted, they worked together to twist the heads off these knights.

Although Cursed Arm and Serenity were working together to assassinate Agravain, he was, after all, protected by a large number of Purge Knights. Plus, he himself was a member of the Round Table Knights. Even as a civil official, he possessed considerable combat strength. Assassinating him in a short period of time seemed very difficult. However, making it so he didn't have the extra energy to command those Purge Knights was doable.

Aslan took a deep breath, looking at Gawain before him. He had to admit, with the combination of various buffs, fighting this guy right now was truly exhausting!

Just as Aslan was preparing to activate "Dragon's Blood Rampage" to enter his Inversed state, a golden light appeared in the sky once again. It was the spear that pins the world at its farthest ends. This time, its power was far greater than the one he had seen before. Clearly, the goddess holding the Holy Lance had recovered to her peak state. The target of this Holy Lance attack was, naturally, the civilians who were in the process of evacuating.

Upon seeing this attack descending from the sky, Aslan's expression changed instantly. Right now, the only ones who could clash with this Holy Lance were himself and his dragon. And he couldn't even guarantee that his dragon, when launching her Noble Phantasm at the sky, wouldn't crash to the ground from the recoil. To be safe, it was better for him to deal with this descending attack himself!

Aslan, of course, wanted to create distance and summon his Supreme Masterpiece to charge up and clash with the Noble Phantasm. But there was one small problem: Gawain was sticking to him too tightly. Perhaps it was precisely because Gawain understood that he had ruined this Holy Selection, and that even a corner of the city gate had been blown away. He had already caused so much trouble. Now that his King was descending a holy punishment, he absolutely could not let anyone interrupt its arrival!!

"Don't even think about leaving my sight!!"

Gawain swung his sun sword, once again entangling Aslan, who was preparing to retreat and create distance to summon his masterpiece. Aslan could only let out an annoyed "tch" at this. Looking at how crazed this guy was, even if he forcibly activated Avalon, Gawain would probably cling to the barrier it formed and desperately drag him back to the ground.

In that case!

"Melusine!!"

Melusine, on the city wall, moved quickly, dodging a direct blast from Mordred's Noble Phantasm. However, just as that attack ended, Mordred, her body still erupting with lightning, swung her released demonic sword for what was already an unknown number of times, striking at Melusine once again. The crimson lightning once again left a deep scar on the city wall, but under the influence of the goddess's magic, these damaged marks quickly recovered.

"I'd love to go up and clash with that power, but I can't break away at all!!"

This was when having a Master would have shown its advantage. After all, using a Command Spell to force a transfer was unlike the current situation, where no one could easily shake off the entanglement of these Round Table Knights.

In the sky above, the lance of light grew ever more fierce. Looking at that dazzling and holy brilliance, many people's eyes had already widened in despair. For an ordinary person, this was nothing short of a divine miracle! At this moment, even the "Son of God" and Holy Knight Aslan could not stabilize everyone's hearts. After all, the current Aslan couldn't break away to go and clash with that power, could he?

Arash, while fending off Tristan's attacks from afar, looked up at the sky. Right now, he was probably the only one who could free up his hands to deal with this "Holy Punishment." If there was truly no other way, then it didn't matter if he had to make his exit here in exchange for everyone's retreat!

"Hassan of the Hundred Faces! I need you to block as many of the arrows fired by that knight for these civilians as you can! I will resolve this attack!"

As Arash spoke, he also looked up at the sky, drawing the crimson longbow in his hand. "O holy Lord of sun rays, one who bestows all wisdom, majesty and strength. O shining lord..."

Before Arash could finish his release chant, another powerful magical energy erupted from behind the group, soaring high into the sky.

"Lake of twilight, descend."

A dark blue flame suddenly bloomed, spreading forward like a lance, then converging to a single point before shooting up into the sky!