When the decisive battle started outside the Holy Capital, there was still a peaceful and peaceful scene inside the Holy Capital.
A large number of crops are planted in the fertile soil blessed by the Holy Spear, and hard-working farmers get up early in the morning to water and fertilize the crops.
The bakery in the city received the fresh wheat that had just been harvested, and started the mill to start the day's work. The rich aroma of wheat gradually spread throughout the Holy Capital as the bakery workers worked.
The aroma of bread stimulated the residents working in all walks of life in the city, and the peaceful life of the Holy City began day after day.
Due to the role of the defensive barrier, the residents of the Holy City who live in the city cannot hear the cries of killing outside the city at all. They have long forgotten that they were once a member of the struggle to survive in the wilderness, and have completely integrated into the tranquility of the Holy City.
in life.
Morgan stood on the top of the Star Observation Tower in the Royal City and looked down. There were only 500 residents of the Holy City forming a complete miniature world. The residents worked hard and performed their duties.
There is no dispute, no suffering.
Although the number of residents is small, from the outside, life in the Holy City does look like the ideal land that King Arthur dreamed of.
Morgan's veil was lifted by the passing breeze, revealing a beautiful appearance that was at least 80% similar to the adult Arturia.
Compared with the cold and indifferent Lion King, Morgan looks more like a human being with seven emotions and six desires. She looked at the miniature Utopia in the city with a complicated look in her eyes.
"Artoria, is this what you want? A false prosperity with only 500 people left?"
"No, that's not your style."
"If it were the real you, you would never give up on the thousands of people outside the city. You would rather break the ideal life of these 500 people and try to save all the people within your reach."
"Stupid, stubborn, self-satisfied idealist, but you are the king of knights praised by all people, King Arthur of Camelot who left a strong mark in the legend."
Morgan's low murmur made Mordred, who was standing behind her, scratch his head incomprehensibly.
In Mordred's memory, her mother was always planning how to seize the throne of her "father".
She had never seen Morgan in such a calm state before.
"Mother, what on earth are we going to do?"
Mordred looked at Morgan's back with vigilant eyes: "Let's make it clear first that I will never betray my father again. If you want me to act as a spy to overthrow my father's rule, just don't do it. I will never assist you."
you."
"Ha~"
Retracting his gaze overlooking the Holy City of Camelot, Morgan turned around and explained to Mordred with a faint smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you do the same thing again."
"This time, we are here to bring back the real King Arthur, not this incarnation of the Holy Spear who only has the body of Arturia."
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The scenes seen by Scathach's clairvoyance are certain fragments of things that may happen in the future. These scenes are not guaranteed to happen. Depending on the different choices of the parties involved, the situation may turn to a completely different direction.
In any case, if you want to enter the Holy City to learn more about it, you must first break through this solid door like the Wall of Sighs.
The gate of the Holy City has been blessed by the Lion King's holy spear and is extremely strong. Only benevolent attacks without malicious intent can break through the gate's defense.
After Morgan was summoned, the gate was further strengthened by magic. Not only was its sturdiness increased again, attacks that could not break through the gate would also suffer backlash damage from the magic barrier.
"drink!"
Sanzang's tentative palm of mercy hit the gate of the Holy City, but there was no response. The magic thorns that were like entities bloomed when Sanzang touched the gate.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
Sanzang waved her right hand and jumped, but her palm was not actually pricked by the magic thorns arranged by Morgan.
Scathach looked at the tearful and aggrieved Tripitaka with great interest, "Is it Master Tripitaka? Her body strength is close to the level of a god. Is this what the East calls the body of a half-Buddha?"
'It's a pity that this child's mental state is not stable and she cannot exert all her strength anytime and anywhere, otherwise she would be a good opponent.'
"snort!"
Sanzang groaned and took two steps back to recharge her strength. A circle of soft Buddha light appeared behind her, and the shadow of a giant Buddha could be vaguely seen.
"Since this door cannot be opened with force, let me, Tripitaka, show the compassion of the Buddha here!"
"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum!"
Chanting the six-character Buddhist mantra, Sanzang, who has always presented herself as a comedian, looked extremely serious at this time. Her hands left countless afterimages while waving, and the soft light of the Buddha behind her became more and more conspicuous.
"etc."
Shaka stopped Sanzang's movements. She frowned and looked at the puzzled Sanzang and asked: "This level of attack has exceeded the limit that your heroic spirit body can withstand. Do you want to commit suicide?"
Sanzo's expression froze, and he seemed a little unnatural when facing the worried eyes of Fujimaru, Mashu and others.
"There is nothing we can do about it. We must break through the city gate as soon as possible to see the Lion King. If we delay it any longer, the Holy Spear will be restrained even faster."
"Then there's no need for you to sacrifice yourself."
Scathach habitually turned the red magic gun in her hand, and a red gun that looked exactly the same suddenly appeared in her free left hand.
"Good attributes are not only possessed by you."
The two spears in Scathach's hands glowed blood-red at the same time.
"Pierce, pierce!"
"Whoosh!"
As Scathach's Noble Phantasm Liberation Words were spoken, she took the lead and threw the spear in her left hand toward the center of the door.
"呲呲!"
The tip of the liberated magic spear collided fiercely with the gate of the Holy City, and magic sparks spattered crazily in all directions.
Raising the other magic spear in his right hand, Scathach shouted out the true name of the Noble Phantasm: "The spear that penetrates death! (gae bolg alternative)"
"boom!"
The power of the two magic spears overlapped and finally tore through the defense of the gate of the Holy City.
With the roar that resounded throughout the battlefield, a large hole was poked out of the center of the Holy City's gate by Scathach's Noble Phantasm, and the magic barrier and blessing protecting the gate were also removed.
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"Ugh!"
In the throne room, the Lion King, who was accelerating the contraction of the Holy Spear, suddenly staggered and leaned on the throne, covering his forehead in pain.
The Lion King's slightly rapid breathing came from the empty throne hall.
"The door was broken down, and I felt a disgusting and strange feeling in the magic power connected to me...the god-killing heroic spirit?"
In the past, Ageguiwen would stay in front of the Lion King's throne and wait for orders, but today he uncharacteristically took the initiative to apply to guard the palace gate, and the Lion King's questions were not answered.
The Lion King, who pressed his temples and regained his composure, issued an order to Sister Wang who was staying in the city.
"Morgan, help Agguiwen guard the entrance to the royal city and buy me a little more time."
At this time, Morgan was walking around the city with the confused Mordred. When he received the order from the Lion King, Morgan paused slightly.
"I see."
A strange light flashed through the green eyes under the veil, and an unknown smile appeared on Morgan's lips.
When Mordred saw Morgan finally showing a familiar posture, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.