Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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The sword of the Sun Holy Sword flashed, and flames burned on its blade.

Gao Wen's voice was firm and powerful. Regardless of right or wrong, at this moment, Gao Wen only had one option in his mind: to eliminate the enemy.

"I will absolutely kill you all here!"

Mordred was speechless.

However, she didn't refute it.

Neither she nor Gawain were very bright, unlike Agguwen who had so many clever ideas.

There was one thing Mordred was clear about.

That is, killing innocent people like this is absolutely wrong.

"Then there's no need to say anything more..."

Mordred did not back down. She took a deep breath, pushed off with her feet, and transformed into a blazing thunderbolt, hurtling towards Gawain once more.

However, this time they weren't so lucky.

Even as a Chaldea Spirit Origin, Mordred would struggle to cope with a fully powered Gawain at three times his normal strength...

She was sent flying by Cavendish almost without any suspense, unable to even fight back.

"It's over, Lord Mordred. Even if you've grown stronger, you're still no match for me under the Eternal Sun! Defeat awaits you!"

Under normal circumstances, Xiao Mo would barely be able to beat Gao Wen by double the normal amount.

Despite the extensive training at Chaldea, his Spirit Origin underwent a qualitative leap...

But even with Gawain's triple power and the Lion King's blessing, Mordred still found it hard to handle.

"Stop bragging, you bastard!"

Mordred burst out of the smoke and dust once more, a provocative, wicked smile on his face as he looked at Gawain:

"My mission isn't to defeat you, you bastard."

"what?"

Gawain paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Mordred.

What exactly are you planning to do?

Before the Sun Knight could react, a purple figure burst out from the smoke and dust.

It's Lancelot!

Lancelot, wielding the Sword of Lake Light, charged into the army as if it were empty.

"Agraven, where is that guy Agraven?!"

Lancelot searched for Agravien's shadow on the battlefield.

However, it seems that Agravan did not play.

Aarondet's clear, gleaming sword strikes were unstoppable; the flash of the blade instantly carved a straight path from the army formation to the gate.

"It's no use. Even if you clear the way to the Holy Capital, you can't easily break through its outer walls. Your efforts are meaningless; you won't even be able to cross the threshold of the Holy Capital's gates!"

Lancelot is indeed very strong.

Even at three times the power at noon, Gawain couldn't completely defeat Lancelot, but even so... Gawain didn't believe Lancelot could break through the gates of the Holy City and enter its interior.

"Is that right?"

Mordred raised an eyebrow: "I admit, Lancelot really can't break through Camelot's walls."

Camelot's walls are like the outer shell of the Holy Lance; even top-tier Noble Phantasms might not be able to breach them. However, there's no need to worry about that.

Someone will be responsible for breaching Camelot's walls.

Arash and Sanzang's Noble Phantasms can both blast open the outer shell of the Holy Lance, but if they do, they will both have to leave the stage.

Fujimaru was not a demon, nor did he intend to make them use their ultimate moves.

Therefore, the task of breaking down the gate...

"I'll do it!"

The flames of Star Breath burned all over Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

The blonde girl's scarlet eyes seemed to hold starlight!

"Could it be that the Master himself—"

Gao Wen paused for a moment.

Are we going to smash through the outer shell of the End?

boom!

The sound of space exploding rang in my ears!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, like a falling star, crashed into the gates of the Holy City with a shout, like a meteor falling from the sky!

They rushed toward the city gate.

Fujimaru Ritsuka accelerated further, burning intensely.

It's as if youth is burning brightly.

Fortunately, as a true progenitor, his so-called youth is limitless.

When the health bar doesn't lose health, it essentially becomes a blue bar, so here, Fujimaru Ritsuka's least valuable asset is her own health bar.

"Could it be that the Master intends to perish together with the Holy City?"

Gawain muttered to himself in disbelief, momentarily forgetting the battle, frozen in place.

"Idiot, Master would never die together with us! How could the gates of the mere Holy Capital possibly stop our Master's footsteps!"

Mordred sneered, "She was the last Master of mankind, and also the strongest Master in history, and one that no one will ever surpass!"

The strongest Master.

Not only can they effectively command Servants, but they can also harness the power of Heroic Spirit Servants for their own use, constantly growing stronger with each encounter and meeting, and their abilities becoming more diverse on this [long] path to salvation.

"Nonsense—"

Without saying a word, Gawain was about to unleash the Cavendish Sunfire to blaze on the sword when he was about to swing it.

boom!

As Fujimaru Ritsuka sprinted at high speed, the flames on her body transformed her into a miniature meteor, tearing the air behind her and leaving a distorted trail of heat!

Then, boom!

A sound.

Gawain, who was about to unleash his Noble Phantasm, was sent flying by Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was enveloped in sand and heat!

Gawain:?

He coughed up blood after being hit and was still in a daze.

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand apologetically, followed by a slightly apologetic voice.

"Sorry sorry."

"I'm in a hurry."

As he spoke, he said, "Yi Er 1III Wu Qi Jiu Liu? Yi San II"

Fujimaru Ritsuka then accelerated further.

Even the sand and gravel on the ground were stirred up by this force, forming a small sandstorm around her!

Then, accompanied by this terrifying sandstorm, Fujimaru Ritsuka's body slammed violently against the silver gate of the Holy City!

"Thump—!!!"

The dullest, most muffled impact sound instantly echoed throughout the entire battlefield!

More deafening than thunder, more earth-shaking than a landslide.

The city gates of the Holy Capital were originally an extension of the outer shell of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, containing the [End of Blessing]. Their surface gleamed with a faint silver light, and even Lancelot's Lake Light Sword could hardly leave a mark on them.

But at this moment,

Under the impact of Fujimaru Ritsuka, the silver light on the surface of the city gate suddenly flashed, and then dense cracks appeared, spreading rapidly like a spider web!

“Click, click…”

Silver fragments fell off and made a sound as they hit the ground.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's missile-like body blasted a large hole in the city gate.

—Boom, it blasted open?

"Hiss... It's so hard, my head is spinning."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stumbled to her feet from the ruins of the gate.

Although I was mentally prepared, after all, it's just the outer shell of the Holy Lance, but I really didn't expect it to be so tough. I should say it truly lives up to its name as the Tower of the End.

Seriously, it hurts so much!!!

Fujimaru Ritsuka had tears streaming down her face, and a large bump had formed on her head.

However, in order to show that she was in control, she still put her hands on her hips and showed a lively smile.

"They're being naive to think they can stop us with this much. We'll take care of it easily!"

The Allied soldiers immediately erupted in a thunderous cheer!

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who transformed into flames and smashed through the gates of the Holy City, is the true, shining sun itself!

This is what we should truly protect: people's smiles and hopes.

"Hey! That Master is really something else..."

Arash killed the Righteous Knights while shooting arrows.

"Now that the city gates are open, we can storm the city, although the righteous knights inside will be even more difficult to deal with...but..."

Arash felt that the explosion just now looked somewhat similar.

Well, at least we were able to blow open the city gates, so it should be a win-win situation, right?

"Lord Arash, we will now launch the general offensive according to plan."

Hassan, the Cursed Arm, said in a low voice, "I'll leave the cover to you, sir. Before the battle, I bid farewell to Salia and Rusde... I have no regrets."

Arash looked at Hassan, the Cursed Arm.

The other person's mask was sewn tightly to the surface of their skin, so the skin underneath could not be seen.

Even so, Arash still sensed the determination conveyed by the other party.

"Ah... what else can I say?"

Arash plucked the bowstring from his bow.

“Leave the cover to me, you guys charge forward with confidence. In the name of Archer... I will definitely hold off most of the Righteous Knights for you.”

"Then I'll leave it to you, Lord Arash."

Curse Wrist nodded, then looked at Tranquility and Hundred Faces behind him.

"Sorry, I'll need you two to charge in with me... We'll probably be stopped by Gawain, so I'll have to rely on you two."

"I will go to Mordred's aid."

Hassan's tone remained calm; she gripped the knife tightly, her gaze sharp beneath her visor.

"Although I would love to fight alongside that Master, my strengths lie in intelligence and numbers—which I'm afraid won't be of much use in the upcoming battles."

“Me too… My specialty is poison, so even the Poison Lion King probably won’t be effective. Therefore, I’ll stick with Mordred to keep Gawain occupied.”

Silent Hassan echoed this sentiment.

"I hope that after everything is over, I can be summoned to Chaldea and finish what I haven't finished..."

That Master, the Master who could touch her... If she missed this opportunity, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.