Type-Moon: Root Seiko

Chapter 110 Who says the Knight King doesn't understand human nature?

Thinking of the analysis and exchange meeting that Luo Zhen had conducted, Artoria was once again deeply impressed by his foresight.

If Luo Zhen could come to my time and assist me while I'm still alive...

"...No. Wanting to possess you and have you all to myself is just a ridiculous selfish desire."

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Luo Zhen turned to look at the Knight King, but didn't understand what she was saying.

As soon as the two entered the siltation point, they indeed entered another inherent barrier of mental landscape.

At the edge of their vision lay a magnificent city of chalk.

The massive white city walls stand solemnly and neatly, reaching heights of over a hundred meters.

Its sublime and magnificent appearance is like a building that could only appear in a fantasy story.

“This is Camelot.” Artoria said without any surprise. “Rozen, you guessed right. The Heroic Spirits here are related to me; they are probably Lancelot from this world.”

"After all, it's all about messing with your mentality." Luo Zhen wasn't surprised.

Now that we know that Artoria was deliberately lured here in order to have Fuyuki City designated as a singularity.

Most of the corrupted heroic spirits used to extract spiritual veins are now deliberately targeting them.

But it could also be the other way around, Luo Zhen thought to himself.

Just like Hassan the Hundred-Faced One to Kyonobu.

It's hard to say whether Hyakko is manipulating Kyonobu's mentality, or whether Kyonobu can only unleash 1000% of her strength against this opponent.

The mastermind behind it all has been revealed; they are secretly manipulating the situation and using various special heroic spirits to forcibly create singularities.

Conversely, the restraining force is also trying to correct the situation and confront her.

But that doesn't matter; those involved don't need to think about these things.

Artoria knew exactly what she had to do.

“Come on.” Artoria summoned her warhorse. “This city of Camelot is hundreds of times larger than I remember. It will be tiring to walk there from here.”

"Yes, I'm sure your warhorse isn't tired."

Luo Zhen shook hands with Artoria again, and they rode together on a horse.

Artoria's warhorse steadily supported the two of them, and Ryougi didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist.

Her golden, sand-like hair felt warm from the sun, and a faint fragrance tantalized Luo Zhen's nose, igniting the fire in his soul.

What young man doesn't love riding horses? Luo Zhen especially loves riding horses.

Artoria flicked the reins with a smile, pretending not to notice Luo Zhen's little trick.

The Knight King's judgment was absolutely correct.

As the saying goes, "looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," the chalk city of Camelot, which seemed so close, actually took them a very long time to reach.

Luo Zhen didn't care.

Although the horse was a bit bumpy, Artoria was big and stable, and Rozen held her very comfortably.

The area in front of the Holy City was calm, and there were no knights patrolling.

Luo Zhen also needs to work harder.

He judged that there would definitely be an enemy attack, and he did indeed sense it immediately.

"Artoria. On the city wall, there is a sun."

"Understood." A spiraling holy lance appeared in the Knight King's hand.

Her warhorse accelerated once more, transforming into a streak of white light as it charged straight toward the gate of the barbican.

"Who are you, you thief!"

The Sun Knight guarding the gate on the city wall jumped down and crashed heavily to the ground.

He raised his sword: "I am Gawain, the Sun Knight, under King Arthur! How dare you stand before the Holy City without dismounting! Let me take you down!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Gao Wenqing." Artoria raised the Holy Lance.

She used the most straightforward, direct, and incisive method to unleash a Noble Phantasm, instantly shattering the Sun Knight!

The gates of Camelot City behind it were also reduced to ashes, leaving no trace.

The warhorse trod on the ground that had been sheared off a layer, and its hooves might even have some of Gawain's blood on them.

"You really have no mercy?" Luo Zhen was understanding. "Actually, it's okay for you to catch up. We still have time."

“But I want hot coffee,” she said.

The smile of the Knight King is so wonderful, it completely captivated Rozen.

Her resolve speaks for itself; there was no possibility of wavering from the very beginning.

Luo Zhen was absolutely certain that this older sister, the Knight King, was perfectly suited to be the Ruler.

She had long suspected that she might face people from her past lives—whether from the same world or different worlds.

But there is only one thing I need to do, and I don't need to hesitate at all.

With her knowledge of the city's layout, Artoria took the shortest route to the throne.

Along the way, there were people shooting arrows and playing with guns.

He looks like a gorilla and has a sharp tongue and loves to mock people.

Pure and innocent yet tragically fated, rebellious and cruel yet yearning only for a father's love.

Artoria read out their names one by one.

They were then annihilated without mercy.

But when she rode straight into the throne room and smashed her own round table and throne.

"Ah, I see." Artoria suddenly realized.

She knew she had come to the wrong place; the throne room was empty today.

Without hesitation, she smashed the glass in the high-rise window and jumped down.

She used her magic to create platforms under the hooves of her warhorse, and then launched herself into a series of jet-like leaps.

"Do you know where the singularity core is?" Luo Zhen asked.

She nodded: "The execution ground."

The tragedy of the Round Table's collapse marked the beginning of the Arthurian dynasty's destruction.

Princess Guinevere's execution.

Although the Holy Lance Knight King did not experience this event.

But after hearing the legends of pan-human history, she guessed what was going to happen.

She rushed all the way to the execution ground.

Then I felt a burst of destructive golden light shoot straight at my face!

"I'll do it." Luo Zhen should get some work done too.

He cried out, "Light!"

The Noble Phantasm "Rose," engraved in his Spirit Origin, unfolded in his hands into a shimmering semi-circular barrier.

The barrier of light emitted a low, rhythmic hum, like a turbine, and withstood the bombardment of the golden light cannon.

With the magical power supplied by the spiritual veins that Luo Zhen has obtained at this moment, the Noble Phantasm mechanism that Luo Zhen modified can also be fully utilized.

The shield form "Rose" employs an active defense mechanism, releasing magical power through high-frequency pulsations to mitigate damage.

With sufficient mana supply, it can withstand even the highest level of Noble Phantasm bombardment, making it a simple and brutal defensive "mana release".

"Beautiful," Artoria complimented.

Thus, the two faced their final opponent before the execution.

The blond boy wielding the holy sword faced the two men directly, his expression dignified.

"Lord Lancelot, you have committed an unforgivable crime. I hereby sentence you to death. Accept your punishment!"

"Does she mistake us for Lancelot?" Artoria asked.

“This is Lancelot’s hope, isn’t it?” Having gone through the process once, Luo Zhen could guess. “Lancelot wants to be punished and hopes that King Arthur will kill him with his own hands, so this mental landscape came about.”

Just like the ever-regenerating Mongol army within Baima Hassan's inherent barrier.

The one who is constantly being reborn and killed in this world is probably Lancelot himself.