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"The King's army! Kill!!!"
Wow!
In an instant, the two armies charged directly towards one direction!
"Javelin throwers! Ready!"
Brush brush!
On the other side of the king's army, a sky full of javelins was thrown in an instant. The dark mass of javelins was impossible for even a fly to dodge!
but....
"Noble Phantasm unleashed! The ideal city, now a distant memory!!!"
Noble Phantasm! Unleash! Factory.
Chapter 157 The Round Table's Treasure Show
Chapter 157 The Round Table's Treasure Show
Galahad unleashed one of his Noble Phantasms, and an indestructible Camelot rose from the ground!
Dang Dang Dang!
All the javelins struck the city wall with a crisp clanging sound, but not a single one harmed the Knights of the Round Table behind them. It was at this moment that the army of the King charged forward!
Galahad suddenly pulled Camelot away, and then Lancelot shouted, "Everyone! Activate your Noble Phantasms!"
"I'll go first!" Whoosh! In an instant, Mordred, the twelfth Knight of the Round Table, leaped up!
In her hand, the silver-white, dazzling royal sword was already flashing with red lightning!
"Noble Phantasm unleashed! I betray my handsome father!"
Level: A++
Type: Anti-army Noble Phantasm
After Mordred unleashed her "407" Noble Phantasm, the red lightning directly engulfed the King's Army at the forefront!
In an instant, thousands of Wang Zhijun's troops were turned into charred remains by the red lightning!
Mordred proudly hoisted his greatsword and looked at his masterpiece. "See this! This is the power of me, the son of King Arthur."
Mordred looked like a child waiting for praise, but behind her, a group of Knights of the Round Table were dumbfounded. "Why is Mordred's Noble Phantasm called that?"
"How should I know? Betrayal? Or towards the king? I have no idea."
"Perhaps it's because she was originally created by Morgan to betray our king, which is why her Noble Phantasm is named this."
"Really? I don't believe it."
Mordred....
I showed you the power of my Noble Phantasm, not the name of it!
"One by one... I didn't come up with the names of those Noble Phantasms."
Xiao Mo felt wronged.
On the other side, the King's Army lived up to its reputation as the army that had followed Iskandar in his campaigns. Even Mo's earth-shattering sword strike could not stop their advance!
"Tristan, seat ten at the Round Table, please enlighten me."
Cui Beisai walked out with his harp. Although his instrument seemed a bit out of place in this setting, the moment his fingers plucked the strings, an elegant yet murderous sound filled the entire battlefield!
"Sing of pain, play of weeping! Noble Phantasm unleashed! The illusion of wailing!"
Grade: A
Type: Anti-army Noble Phantasm
hum!
In an instant, waves of sound swept in, and blue sonic arrows pierced the eardrums of Iskandar soldiers one by one. Then, the sonic arrows exploded inside their bodies!
With a whoosh, thousands more soldiers fell to the ground.
"Noble Phantasm...it's truly terrifying."
On the King's side, Weber felt a pang of heartache watching this scene unfold; those who had fallen were all his men!
“It’s alright.” Iskandar patted Weber on the shoulder. “Trust them, they are my soldiers!”
The king's army was fierce and fearless! The Macedonian phalanxes continued to advance! On the other side, the Knights of the Round Table drew their weapons!
"Bedivere, the eighth seat of the Knights of the Round Table, please give me your guidance."
Bedivere rushed out, his arms gleaming with silver light. This was a Noble Phantasm he had obtained from the simulation, and he had been using it ever since because it suited him so well.
"Devour my soul! Rushing silver meteor!"
Noble Phantasm Unleashed! A fleeting flash, the Silver Arm!
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Bedivere's body instantly transformed into a streak of silver light, weaving through the crowd and leaving countless figures falling at his hands!
"Bedivell! We're here to help you!"
"The eighth Knight of the Round Table! Palamedes!"
"The eleventh Knight of the Round Table! Bose!"
At the same time, two more Knights of the Round Table charged out! In an instant, nearly ten thousand of the King's army fell at their hands!
"The instructor is watching me!!" Whoosh! A small figure leaped out! "Seventh Seat of the Knights of the Round Table! Gareth!"
Noble Phantasm Unleashed! Berserk Wolf Girl!
"Little sister, let me help you!"
The sixth seat of the Knights of the Round Table! Gahoris!
The brother and sister charged straight into the crowd! Large numbers of enemies fell to the ground.
"How reckless." Agravain, the fifth seat of the Knights of the Round Table, frowned as he looked at this group of impetuous individuals. He knew they wanted to show off their Noble Phantasms in front of Lin Ye and the King, but there was no need for them to be so violent...
"Indeed, the top seats are the most composed," Agravain couldn't help but remark. However...
"Noble Phantasm Unleashed! The Sword of Victory!"
boom!
The 300-meter-long greatsword flashed past Agraven, turning countless soldiers into a cloud of gray smoke.
The fourth seat of the Knights of the Round Table! Gawain!
"Gawain! Leave me a few! The third seat of the Knights of the Round Table! Kay is here!"
Agguiwen....
You guys are really overpraising me!
"No, is there no other way?" Diarmuid picked up two guns. "So, the battle between Heroic Spirits still has to be decided by Noble Phantasms?"
brush!
Diarmuid charged straight in; he was the only one with a Noble Phantasm, and only he could stop the Knights of the Round Table.
However, Diarmuid had barely taken a step when a silver-white knight wielding a long spear blocked his way.
"Diarmuid, is that right? I've heard so much about you. Percival, the second seat of the Knights of the Round Table, please take care of me."
Percival, holding the Spear of Longinus, stood facing Diarmuid. They had already heard Lancelot talk about the Holy Grail War and knew about the Heroic Spirits.
Therefore, Lancer Percival is also very interested in this man.
The two Lancers exchanged a glance, and then their figures instantly clashed.
Clang! Clang! 1.3 Clang!
The two figures clashed repeatedly, and after only a few rounds, they understood each other's strength.
"Master!"
The two of them had the same thought at the same time.
Diarmuid was blocked, but the rest of the Royal Army were not yet blocked, and at this moment, Lancelot also stepped forward.
"I can't watch anymore."
Seeing Lancelot stand up, Iskandar smiled happily.
"Hahaha! Berserker! Is this what you really look like?"