Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

His body felt as if it were under an immense load. The faint pain from his arm had already gone numb. His body was like a collection of cobbled-together fragments, liable to shatter at any moment. But before his body broke down, there was something he had to do. This was the sin he had carried for a thousand years.

The more he looked at the widespread devastation, the heavier the punishment in his heart became. This was all his fault. If, back then, he had not, due to the reluctance in his heart, hardened himself and completed the King's task, the world would not have become like this today.

No matter what, this time, he had to complete his mission. That is—to return it!

So, no matter how heavy his body felt, no matter how much his senses ached, he had to keep moving forward. He had heard about the Holy Selection from some people. They were supposed to be the ones protecting these people. Even if they were born in different countries, in a crisis like this, how could they distinguish between "you" and "me"? But he never expected to hear a series of horrifying things. He couldn't help but doubt: were these things truly done by the people he once knew? Could it be that all his old comrades who had descended this time were knights from some fallen world?

The more he listened to those horrifying rumors, the more this knight's resolve to complete his mission hardened. Even if he had to face his former comrades-in-arms, even if these comrades were both familiar and strange, even if he had to bear the sin, he would walk this path to the end.

After entering a new ruined city, the knight arrived at its center. Here, there was a wishing well that was already somewhat dilapidated. Although the well was in ruins, some clean water still welled up from beneath it. Filling his waterskin with clean water from the pool, the knight finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not a Heroic Spirit.

Strictly speaking, this knight was still alive. It was precisely to obtain the power to fight against Servants that his body bore such a great burden. The clean water flowed down his throat and into his body. The cool, refreshing feeling eased much of the pain brought on by his body's burden. With the shortage of people, the decay of the cities, the ongoing war, and the changes in terrain, finding clean and directly drinkable water was not a simple task.

Sitting in the ruins, under the shade, drinking the clean spring water, the knight couldn't help but have the thought of just resting for a while. But this thought was quickly thrown to the back of his mind. Until his mistake was corrected, his steps absolutely could not stop. He could not fail the Magus of Flowers for awakening him!

The knight clutched his right arm. This was the power that allowed him to fight against his former comrades, a power that his original self did not possess. At the same time, within this arm was also a power he should not be holding. Therefore, this arm was so heavy for him. The "heavy" here, of course, was not in the physical sense, although it did look quite heavy to the naked eye.

The knight stood up, but an unusual sound reached his ears. His eyes widened slightly. There was no mistaking it; this sound was definitely the sound of battle. The clash of metal, and the sound of heavy objects falling and crushing the ruins. Of course, what was not lacking was the sound of panicked civilians.

The knight quickly ran towards the direction the sound was coming from. If this was another mess caused by his former comrades, then he had to stop it.

On the outskirts of this ruined city, the holy spear in Aslan's hand thrust forward, directly piercing the chests of several Purge Knights. With the technique of Mana Burst, coupled with his extraordinary mana recovery speed, even if these Purge Knights were twice as strong, they were still just an enemy of a single spear thrust.

When Aslan and his group arrived in this area, they were actually already late. The Purge Knights had already captured all the civilians here and were preparing to transport them to New Camelot for the Holy Selection. So, this time, the protection mission had turned into an interception. However, it was also thanks to the fact that the Purge Knights didn't have much self-awareness and mainly acted according to orders, so they wouldn't take it upon themselves to use these residents as hostages. Otherwise, Aslan and his group would have had their hands tied.

This was not a game world; there was no such thing as HP. The Purge Knights simply couldn't withstand the force carried by the speed that Melusine unleashed. The impact force generated by that speed could easily pierce the cores of these Purge Knights. Anyway, the armor on these Purge Knights no longer fit them. Aslan was destined to reforge them anyway. Since that was the case, why bother trying to keep the armor intact? At a time like this, of course, they would do things the easy way. What's more, with the strengthening of these Purge Knights, the knightly order formed by ordinary people could no longer play any practical role.

So, when this knight arrived here, what he saw was the scene of Aslan and Melusine carrying out a one-sided slaughter of the Purge Knights. For a moment, a sense of relief couldn't help but rise in the knight's heart. Even if it wasn't him, this time, they had finally made it in time. He had heard of too much slaughter along the way. He was truly afraid that such a thing would happen before his very eyes.

Seeing that some Purge Knights were still trying to capture those ordinary civilians, the knight finally rushed up quickly, drawing the knightly sword from his waist. Compared to his other colleagues, the sword in this knight's hand looked far too ordinary, almost like a standard-issue weapon. But even though his weapon was not that strong, the knight, facing an enhanced Purge Knight, couldn't gain any advantage for a moment. The tip of his knightly sword clashed with the Purge Knight's axe. As sparks flew, both retreated a step. Looking at the fact that there was not a single mark left on the Purge Knight's weapon, the knight's eyes widened slightly. The weapon in his hand was also forged by a master blacksmith of Great Britain back in the day. How could it be that now it couldn't even damage the weapons and armor of these knights?

However, just because the weapon in his hand wasn't working didn't mean he had no way of dealing with these guys. He raised his right arm. The arm, which had been hidden under his cloak, glinted with a metallic sheen in the sunlight. It was a prosthesis made entirely of metal.

Infusing a portion of his magical energy into this prosthesis, the entire metal arm emitted a golden light. With a forward thrusting motion, the arm easily pierced into the Purge Knight's body, finally destroying its core.