As Morgan moved further away, the harbor sank into the ocean.
Gwyn watched her departing back, actually wanting to chase after her to ask for an explanation.
But the situation on the scene didn’t seem to allow him to do so.
He had become the target of everyone’s attention.
The gazes of all the Servants present converged upon him.
Gilgamesh and Iskandar high in the sky, Fanatic in the shadows, Archer in the distance, and the entire Knights of the Round Table.
Having taken three such powerful attacks head-on, he was still standing on the water scanning his surroundings as if nothing had happened.
That layer of white film truly countered magecraft attacks to the extreme.
If it were a normal Caster class facing this level of Magic Resistance, they would probably have no power to fight back at all, right?
But Gilgamesh is not a Caster who casts magecraft.
He prefers close combat and bombardment with Noble Phantasms.
Seeing that everyone seemed to regard him as a highly threatening object, Gwyn said, “You all come at me together, I’m in a hurry.”
His manner was extremely arrogant, as if he didn’t care about them at all.
‘That’s like something I would have done when I was younger,’ Gilgamesh thought, feeling a bit slighted and unhappy.
But fortunately, he could control himself; if it were the old him, he would have definitely gone up to start the fight.
“How domineering… but it’s quite to my taste,” Iskandar expressed his opinion.
Looking at the figure below, a desire for conquest rose within him.
He descended in his chariot and shouted, “Come, be my subject!”
“I have no interest in playing kingly games with you. Since your addiction to being a king is so heavy, I’ll help you quit.”
Gwyn was completely uninterested in his recruitment.
He raised his staff again and rushed forward, condensing a giant blue sword blade.
He swept the staff horizontally, and a forty-meter-long great sword slashed out, whistling through the air.
Iskandar didn’t expect him to attack without a second word and could only urgently steer his chariot upward to dodge.
But Gwyn immediately changed his move to pursue, turning the horizontal sweep into a vertical cleave, hitting one of the wheels of the Gordius Wheel with his sword.
The soul blade tore through the wheel like dry weeds and rotten wood, then sped toward the two divine bulls pulling the chariot, splitting one of them in half with pinpoint accuracy.
The divine bull instantly exploded into a pile of spirit particles and dissipated.
Having suffered such heavy damage, the Gordius Wheel could no longer be maintained.
The chariot part crashed and dissipated during the fall, and the other divine bull was also actively dismissed.
Iskandar urgently summoned a warhorse, and after mounting it, he pulled Waver up in front of him.
“You fly quite fast.”
Gwyn shook the Coiled Sword Staff, transforming it into its spear form.
Then he looked toward the cruise ship and beckoned provokingly with his hand.
“If that is the case…” Artoria’s gaze sharpened, and her tone suddenly grew heavy: “My knights, satisfy him. All together!”
“Yes!”
They all drew their weapons and launched an attack, even if outnumbering the opponent was not very knightly.
But the King’s command was above all else; they only needed to execute it loyally.
Gawain was the first to rush in front of Gwyn.
The moment he drew Excalibur Galatine, sunlight shone down again, granting him empowerment.
“Excalibur Galatine!” (Sword of Revolving Victory)
As soon as Gawain approached, he directly performed the True Name Release of his Noble Phantasm.
There was no probing; he went all out from the start.
The holy sword, which sealed a pseudo-sun, swung out, manifesting the scorching radiance of the sun as a solar storm boiled the ocean.
A large area of seawater boiled and evaporated under this, literally scorching a dry zone in the middle of the sea as if burning the heavens and boiling the ocean.
“This is far inferior to the first flame!”
However, amidst such terrifying high temperatures that seemed like the sun descending, Gwyn acted as if nothing was wrong.
As the ultimate burn-resistant king who had burned in the First Flame for tens of thousands of years, he had a super resistance that made him nearly immune to fire-type attacks.
He even felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had returned home.
Taking a bath in the flames, Gwyn stepped through the air and charged forward, approaching Gawain with great strides.
Then, with the speed of a thunderclap, he grabbed Gawain by the neck and lifted him up, while raging flames ignited in his hand and instantly spread to Gawain’s body.
Exerting a bit of force with the hand gripping Gawain, the gathered flames suddenly erupted, producing a violent explosion with a ‘boom.’
Gawain flew out several thousand meters like a kite with a broken string, falling into the deep water.
What terrifying speed and power!
Even with the sun’s protection, Gawain was unable to even dodge his grab.
But there was no time to grieve for Gawain, as Mordred and Lamorak arrived at the battlefield in the next moment.
Lamorak, the Knight of Splendor, the Lion of Britain.
This Knight of the Round Table, who had never appeared in the original Fate works, now displayed superb spear techniques worthy of his legends.
In coordination with Mordred, he was actually able to launch effective attacks against Gwyn, with his spear tip nearly grazing Gwyn’s armor.
But that was all.
Gwyn casually parried Mordred’s greatsword with his spear and sent her flying several hundred meters with a direct kick.
Then a golden light appeared on his left hand.
With a casual wave, Lamorak’s holy spear, which shone with brilliant radiance, was swatted aside.
The immense force nearly caused the spear to fly out of his hand.
[Golden Retaliation], a skill of the god Radagon from the Elden Ring World.
It can parry all melee attacks at close range and block all spells from a distance.
In Gwyn’s hands, this was an absolute divine technique, with effects even stronger than when used by Radagon himself.
Gwyn was about to follow up while Lamorak was off-balance and exposed a weakness.
As a result, arrows were fired from afar, and two more members of the Round Table arrived at his side, successfully saving the endangered Lamorak.
Kay, the son of Sir Ector and the foster brother of King Arthur.
The other was Galahad, the son of Lancelot, the Grail Knight who legend says ascended to heaven after finding the Holy Grail. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
He was actually summoned by King Arthur now.
Normally, this would be impossible, but clearly, this was not a normal situation.
The shield in Galahad’s hand was the Round Table used by the knights for their usual councils.
Its True Name was Lord Camelot (The Now Distant Utopia).
It was known as a powerful defensive Noble Phantasm whose defense would never be broken as long as the user’s inner conviction did not waver.
Of course, it was also jokingly referred to as the dining table where the Knights of the Round Table ate.
This shield forcefully inserted itself between Gwyn and Lamorak, blocking the coiled spear.
However, the immense force transmitted from the spear tip also shocked him.
His body couldn’t stop sliding across the sea, and he was sent flying along with Lamorak.
Does this strength really still belong to the realm of humans?
It’s probably not inferior to our King’s either.
In that instant, this thought flashed through both of their minds simultaneously.
After using [Pierce] to knock the two back, the coiled spear in Gwyn’s hand ignited again and instantly transformed into a curved sword form.
He struck Kay’s sword with a heavy blow, then suddenly extended his left hand and gave a light blow.
Pitch-black flames erupted, igniting Kay’s entire body.
Finally, with another diagonal slash from left to right, he used the reaction force from striking the greatsword to perform a backflip, creating distance from the crowd.
Following this, a fireball ignited in his left hand, surrounded by a ring of fire like a planetary ring.
The fireball rapidly expanded and grew.
With a sweep of his eyes, Gwyn threw it toward all the Knights of the Round Table charging from behind.
In mid-air, the fireball rapidly expanded to dozens of meters in size.
Its flames, much hotter than Excalibur Galatine, evaporated untold amounts of seawater in an instant.
After the violent eruption, the high-temperature lava inside the fireball splashed in all directions, flying along with the Knights of the Round Table under the massive impact.
The lava fell into the seawater and did not cool into rock for a long time.
Instead, it brought a long-awaited warmth to the icy seawater of this winter season, and a large area of the sea began to bubble and churn.
[Bed of Chaos], the ultimate pyromancy Gwyn refined from the twisted, mutated, and fused souls of the Witch of Izalith and her two daughters after killing them.
It is not just high-temperature fire, but a cradle of life formed by the concept of fire itself.
It can rely on the life force within it to continuously multiply and produce new flames.
This is the fundamental reason why it expands so rapidly once formed.
The Bed of Chaos is a living flame that multiplies at extreme speed.
Once these flames touched the Knights of the Round Table, they were like maggots on a bone, impossible to clear no matter what.
Instead, the more they tried to extinguish them, the more vigorously they burned.
And so, a strange spectacle appeared on the sea.
Despite being on a sea with plenty of water vapor, a group of fire-men were burning fiercely, and even diving into the water was of no use.