Chapter 375: Camellot's Radiance

And at the center of this radiant citadel and the knight formation, the most intense light and shadow slowly coalesced.

It was a spectral warhorse entirely snow‑white and divinely swift, its mane like leaping golden flame.

Upon its back sat a figure clad in armor as brilliant as the stars, wielding a holy sword that shone with blinding radiance even before being drawn, seated majestically.

Her face was veiled in a holy halo, indistinct, but a pair of eyes that seemed to contain lake‑and‑mountain reflections and absolute resolve, and a cape flowing like a cascading galaxy, displayed her undeniable identity and authority.

At the very moment this phenomenon appeared—

"Buzz—!"

On the opposite side of the battlefield, Mashu's massive cross shield suddenly emitted a clear, resonant hum, autonomously radiating warm, intense light!

The round‑table pattern engraved on the shield's surface pulsed like activated circuitry, flowing with brilliant gilt hue, resonating with the distant castle and knight phantoms' light!

Mashu looked down in surprise, feeling the shield's pulse, as if this Noble Phantasm inherited from Galahad had at last truly touched the source of her conviction.

"Senior, this feeling… so warm, like…"

Tengwan Lixiang widened his eyes: "Mashu's shield is resonating?! With Lancer's Noble Phantasm?!"

An even more wondrous change followed.

Centered on Mashu's shield, a tighter circle of light barrier swiftly unfolded, intertwining with the natural aura emitted by the phantom in the sky, forming a doubly‑overlapping domain!

All allied personnel under this double radiance—Tengwan Lixiang, Mashu, Ailisi Feier, Weber, YinZhi, A Xing—felt a warm current surge through their bodies, minor wounds healing rapidly, expended stamina replenished, and their spirits steadied.

The remaining true insects, as if cast into scalding magma, emitted painful screeches, their movements became exceedingly sluggish, the purple‑black taint on their shells was swiftly purified, and even their self‑replication was forcibly suppressed!

The bloated, nearly fifty‑meter‑tall colossal true insect lay at the core of this double‑radiance assault.

It roared a deafening, pain‑filled bellow, its massive body trembling violently in the holy light, its crystallized shell cracking in countless fissures, the purple‑black mana spewing madly, yet vanishing swiftly like ice meeting sun.

It tried to swing its insect blade, but moved as slowly as a snail.

Within mere seconds, that mountain‑sized body began to disintegrate, turning into countless fragments that billowed green smoke before turning to ash, and together with the hatchlings it produced, were completely purified under this radiance.

"This… is… Camellot?!" Ailisi Feier covered her mouth, incredulous.

"So… so amazing…" Weber stared dumbfounded.

Tengwan Lixiang clenched his fist excitedly: "We succeeded! Lancer's Noble Phantasm… this is literally… a recreation of Camellot!"

YinZhi halted the fight, his handsome face showing pure admiration: "What brilliance! What magnificence! This is a transcendent, unparalleled radiance!"

A Xing also paused, gazing toward the center of the light; a ripple seemed reflected in his golden pupils.

The whole arena was stunned, except for the central protagonist—

Gui Naifen struggled to crawl out from beneath the half‑collapsed wall crushing her, her face dusty and hair disheveled.

She looked up and saw the magnificent castle hovering overhead, the blinding knight formation, and that ridiculously handsome holy knight phantom.

Gui Naifen: "……???"

Her mind completely crashed, mouth slightly open, her face expressing "Who am I? Where am I? Is this some massive Holographic Projection performance?"

At that moment, a line of text seemed to be etched directly into her consciousness:

【Noble Phantasm Activated: Camellot's Radiance】

Gui Naifen: "……"

Noble Phantasm?

Mine?

She recognized every word, yet together she understood nothing!

What further bewildered her was the knight phantom on the white horse, who seemed to tilt his head slightly, directing his gaze toward her stunned expression amid the ruins.

Though the brilliance obscured his expression, Gui Naifen inexplicably felt that gaze… calm, even with a hint of softness.

Then a warm sensation rose from her heart, more comfortable than soaking in hot water, completely dispelling her prior fatigue.

But!

What does this even mean?!

She was just a street performer dreaming of becoming a million‑subscriber blogger, how did she suddenly become the protagonist of this epic blockbuster?!

Meanwhile, beyond several streets—

Artoria, carrying San Yue Qi as she hurried between buildings toward the rendezvous, suddenly halted as if snagged by an invisible rope.

"What's wrong, Saber‑san?"

San Yue Qi, right behind her, braked abruptly, nearly colliding, her powder‑blue eyes full of confusion.

Artoria did not answer immediately.

Her emerald eyes fixed on the distant glow that illuminated half the night sky, a warmth both deeply familiar and soul‑stirring, her face etched with utter astonishment.

Moreover, the Sword of Covenant Victory in her hand trembled involuntarily, its blade faintly coursing with a golden glimmer sharing the distant radiance's source, emitting a soft, clear hum!

"This aura… this feeling… how could it…"

Artoria murmured to herself, her voice full of bewilderment, "Camellot's… radiance? So pure… yet somehow… different."

Without time to ponder, the intense doubt and an indescribable pull made her decide instantly.

"Sorry, San Yue Qi, we must go there at once!"

She didn't even wait for San Yue Qi's reply, launching like an arrow, speed leaving after‑images, the wind pressure from a swift sword swing crushing a blocking true insect that lunged from the side.

"Wow! Saber! Wait for me!"

San Yue Qi quickly accelerated to keep up.

When Artoria, at top speed, burst through the last few street obstacles, racing through a trail of smoke to the battlefield's edge, the sight before her left her utterly stunned.

The battle seemed already over.

The remaining small Insect Swarm trembled in the golden‑white afterglow, gradually fading away.

Tengwan Lixiang and the others gathered, shielded by Mashu's shield that radiated warm light and a faint wall phantom.

And on the ruined battlefield center, an orange‑haired girl, leaning on a Flame Spear, stood there, looking up at the phantom in the sky slowly fading.

In the air, the clean aura is fading quickly, yet a comforting warmth still lingers.

Artoria's brows knit fiercely, her emerald eyes sharply scanning everyone present, and finally her gaze locked firmly on Gui Naifen, who seemed not yet fully recovered.

The sword in her hand ceased its humming, yet the turmoil within her heart would not settle.

Artoria inhaled deeply, suppressing the surging confusion and an indescribable tremor, stepped forward, and her voice, bearing undeniable seriousness, rang clearly across the battlefield that had just returned to its normal sounds:

"What exactly happened here? And that flash of light... what is it?"