Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

However, for the Supreme Masterpiece, the light displayed by this sun sword seemed somewhat inferior. The Supreme Masterpiece itself was forged using the main body of the God of Fire and Forge, supplemented with materials from other machine gods, various other rare materials, and dragon bones. From this perspective, there was no problem in considering the Supreme Masterpiece a god in its own right.

It was for this very reason that the Supreme Masterpiece's rank as a Noble Phantasm had reached the immeasurable EX level, while the Revolving Sword of Victory was only A+. Furthermore, the latter's attack was based on sun-like flames. As it happened, the Supreme Masterpiece's greatest strength was its resistance to fire. It might even possess greater power within the flames!

Originally, Gawain was confidently watching this wall of fire. However, the next moment, the arm of the Supreme Masterpiece stretched out directly from within the flames, like a demon god in the fire, and tore the flame wall apart.

Looking at the front of the Supreme Masterpiece, because its head was fused with the skull of the White Dragon, the head itself had a somewhat draconic shape. For a moment, Gawain seemed to see the Vortigern of the past! That demonic dragon had left him with deep psychological trauma. In his daze, he even saw that demonic dragon reveal a strange smile to him. It was as if it were questioning why he had the courage to oppose it and Aslan. At the same time, those eyes seemed to be expressing another meaning: You think you can touch my son?

In that instant, Gawain even thought Vortigern was still alive. But it was only for an instant. That man could not be alive, unless he was summoned as a Servant. The one he was facing now was that man's child, not the man himself. So, calm down!!

Watching the Supreme Masterpiece charge forward, the "sun" began to condense flames, turning into a greatsword of fire. Since a wide-area flame attack could not defeat the person before him, he could only try to compress the power to its limit for a direct clash.

This was not something Gawain had never done before. In the world of the Fate/Extra anime, Gawain had, just as Nero opened her Golden Theater, used compressed power to slice through the entire theater. However, doing so had, of course, also allowed Nero to conveniently release her second Noble Phantasm.

Indeed, a powerful blade condensed from elements, while possessing immense destructive power, also rendered skills like catching a blade with one's bare hands useless. It was impossible for the Supreme Masterpiece to physically grab this giant flaming sword.

But so what?

Looking at the descending giant flaming sword, the Supreme Masterpiece merely lifted its arm. It didn't even need to use a shield. The machine's body, specialized for fire resistance, was itself the strongest shield.

The holy sword that Gawain slashed down did not leave any mark on the body of the Supreme Masterpiece. At the same time, Aslan's voice came from within it. "It's about time you accepted your fate, Gawain. You have to admit, you cannot defeat me. The Supreme Masterpiece itself counters you, a user of fire."

Gawain retreated a few steps from the clash. That's right, he had already sensed that he was truly no match for Aslan. But so what? He was a Knight of the Round Table of King Arthur. Among the Knights of the Round Table, there was absolutely no one who would just give up and retreat!

And so Gawain said nothing, merely raising the sun sword in his hand once more. There was no need for more words. He understood that the person before him knew what he meant by this action.

Aslan sighed. There was no other way. Although the man before him said he would correct his ways, he was still that same stubborn Gawain at his core. He could only hope that the next time they met, this Heroic Spirit would be a bit more normal. The Lion King's influence on them was still too great. He believed that the Gawain summoned by Chaldea would be a bit more relaxed than this one.

"I understand. I hope we can meet again in another place in the future."

The Supreme Masterpiece pulled back a certain distance, then opened its arms. The special cannon port located in its abdomen slowly opened. There lay the Machine God core, wreathed by the dragon's soul. Now, through the power of the core, the Supreme Masterpiece would unleash an attack comparable to the full-power strike of a god. An attack like this, in the distant Greece, would probably be called a divine punishment.

"This is the artificial god born from the wreckage of deities. Here I swear, the Supreme Masterpiece fights only for justice. Now, reawaken the heart of a god! Witness, this is the glory of a man-made god! [Supreme Masterpiece - Justice]!!"

The chest of the Supreme Masterpiece erupted with a force sufficient to destroy everything. And directly in front of it, the holy sword in Gawain's hand swung down from above. Just as he had said before, even if he could not see any hope of victory, he would fight desperately until the very last moment!!

The fire of the sun and the release of the Supreme Masterpiece clashed. However, the outcome would not change because of Gawain's persistence. As mentioned before, the internal core of the Supreme Masterpiece was that of the Greek God of Fire and Forge. Although the Greek god who controlled the power of the sun was Apollo, it was a pity that the fire of the "sun" was ultimately not the true power of the sun.

After the two forces collided, the power released by Gawain was gradually devoured by the attack from the Supreme Masterpiece. Gawain's defeat in this clash of beams was already a foregone conclusion.

Watching the power that was gradually erupting towards him, Gawain took a deep breath, and then an expression of release appeared on his face. Perhaps encountering this fellow Aslan was heaven's punishment for him. Punishment for killing so many civilians, and also punishment for his hands being stained with the blood of his brother. Perhaps it was even more of a punishment for himself, for having pledged allegiance to a king who was clearly not King Arthur...

"Lion King... please forgive me for being unable to serve you any longer."

Gawain stood up, opened his arms, and calmly awaited this final power to consume him.

Sitting on the throne of the Holy City, the Lion King suddenly froze. She reached up and touched her cheek. With her personality already divinized, she should only have a shallow consciousness of the Round Table. Those Round Table Knights were nothing more than familiar strangers, tools to her... but why, why were tears flowing from her eyes?

Her calm heart also seemed to have been stirred. This heart, which had not wavered for hundreds or even nearly a thousand years after her divinization, was actually touched at this moment. It hadn't even wavered like this when the Round Table Knights were killing each other before.

"Sir Gawain..."