Chapter 256: The Round Table

Galahad released a Noble Phantasm, and an indestructible Camelot rose from the ground!

Clang, clang, clang!

All the spears landed on the city wall and made crisp collision sounds, but not a single spear harmed the Round Table Knights behind it. It was also at this moment that the Ionioi Hetairoi army charged up!

Galahad suddenly withdrew Camelot, and then heard Lancelot shout, "Everyone! Release Noble Phantasms!"

"I'll go first!" Swish! In an instant, the twelfth seat of the Round Table Knights, Mordred, jumped up!

In her hand, the silver-white Clarent Blood Arthur had already flashed with red thunder!

"Noble Phantasm release! Clarent Blood Arthur!"

Rank: A++

Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

After Mordred's "407" Noble Phantasm, red thunder swallowed the Ionioi Hetairoi charging at the very front!

In an instant, several thousand Ionioi Hetairoi were electrocuted into charcoal by the red thunder!

Mordred carried her greatsword proudly, looking at her masterpiece. "Did you see that! This is the power of me, the son of King Arthur."

Mordred waited like a child waiting for praise. However, behind her, a group of Round Table Knights were stunned. "Why is Mordred's Noble Phantasm named this?"

"How would I know? Betrayal? And toward the King? I don't understand."

"Maybe it's because she was originally created by Morgan to betray My King, so the Noble Phantasm name is this."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Mordred...

She wanted them to look at the power of her Noble Phantasm, not discuss the name of her Noble Phantasm!

"One by one... it's not like I named the Noble Phantasm myself."

Little Mo was aggrieved.

On the other side, Ionioi Hetairoi was worthy of being the army that followed Iskandar through battles. Even this earth-shattering sword strike from Little Mo couldn't stop their footsteps at all!

"Round Table tenth seat, Tristan, please advise."

Tristan the Sad took out his harp. Although in this occasion, that musical instrument felt a bit sorry for the style, but the moment his fingers plucked the strings, an elegant yet murderous sound appeared on the entire battlefield!

"Sing of pain, play the sound of crying! Noble Phantasm release! Failnaught!"

Rank: A

Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

Hum!

In an instant, waves of sound swept over one after another. Blue sound arrows pierced the eardrums of Iskandar's soldiers, and immediately after, these sound arrows exploded inside their bodies!

Clatter, another few thousand soldiers fell directly.

"Noble Phantasms... are truly too terrifying."

On the Ionioi Hetairoi side, Waver's heart ached watching this scene. Those who fell were all his people!

"It's okay." Iskandar patted Waver's shoulder. "Believe in them, they! Are my soldiers!"

Ionioi Hetairoi was fearless! One Macedonian phalanx after another was still advancing! And on the Round Table Knights side, one Round Table Knight after another also took out their weapons!

"Round Table eighth seat, Bedivere, please advise."

Bedivere rushed out, his arm flashing with silver light. This was a Noble Phantasm he obtained from the simulation, and because it suited him so well, he had been using it ever since.

"Devour my soul! Galloping silver meteor!"

Noble Phantasm release! Switch Airgetlám!"

Swish.

Bedivere's body turned into a silver light instantly, his body shuttling through the crowd, countless figures falling under his hands!

"Bedivere! We're here to help you!"

"Round Table eighth seat! Palamedes!"

"Round Table eleventh seat! Bors!"

At the same time, two more Round Table Knights rushed out! In an instant, nearly ten thousand Ionioi Hetairoi died at their hands!

"The Instructor is watching me!!" Swish! A small figure jumped out directly! "Round Table seventh seat! Gareth!"

Noble Phantasm release! Furious Maiden Wolf!"

"Sister, I'm here to help you!"

Round Table sixth seat! Gaheris!

The brother and sister also rushed into the crowd directly! Large swaths of enemies fell to the ground.

"Truly reckless." Agravain, the fifth seat of the Round Table Knights, frowned and looked at this group of reckless people. He knew they wanted to show off their Noble Phantasms in front of Lin Ye and My King, but they didn't have to be so violent one by one...

"Sure enough, the first few seats are more steady." Agravain couldn't help but sigh. However...

"Noble Phantasm release! Excalibur Galatine!"

Boom!

A three-hundred-meter-long greatsword flashed past Agravain, countless soldiers turning into a sky full of gray smoke.

Round Table fourth seat! Gawain!

"Gawain! Leave a few for me! Round Table third seat! Kay is here!"

Agravain...

He really shouldn't have praised them!

"No, is there no other way?" On the side, Diarmuid picked up his two spears. "Sure enough, battles between Heroic Spirits still need Noble Phantasms to decide the winner?"

Swish!

Diarmuid rushed over directly. Now only he had a Noble Phantasm, and only he could block the footsteps of the Round Table Knights.

However, just as Diarmuid took a step, a silver-white knight holding a long spear blocked his way.

"Diarmuid, right? I've heard a lot about you. Round Table second seat Percival, please advise."

Percival stood opposite Diarmuid, holding the Spear of Longinus. They had already heard Lancelot talk about the Holy Grail War this time and also knew about these Heroic Spirits.

So, Percival was also very interested in this Lancer.

The two Lancers looked at each other, and then, the two figures clashed instantly.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two figures collided continuously, but after only a few rounds, both understood the other's strength.

"Expert!"

Both had this thought in their hearts at the same time.

Diarmuid was blocked, and the others of the Ionioi Hetairoi were not blocked yet. And at this moment, Lancelot also stood out.

"I can't just watch anymore."

Watching Lancelot stand up, Iskandar also laughed happily.

"Hahaha! Berserker! So this is what you look like?"