Chapter 138: [138] Broken Phantasm and the Proof of the Round Table

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Chapter 138 - [138] Broken Phantasm and the Proof of the Round Table [Arondight Overload] [Rank: A++] [Type: Anti-Army] [Maximum Targets: 500] "Reach the end, surpass the limits. King of the Distant Shore, witness this light! Arondight Overload!" A massive surge of mana erupted from the blade, and the blue light spread like ripples on a lake. The seemingly gentle waves, upon touching the soldiers, transformed into slashes filled with mana, bringing destruction and death. In an instant, half of the vanguard was annihilated. But the soldiers did not retreat. Instead, they shouted louder and charged faster. Lancelot wasn't surprised. He sheathed his sword and took the PKM handed to him by Sakatsuki. After reinforcing it with his Noble Phantasm, he pulled the trigger, and the gun spat fire. However, the effect was minimal. "What's going on?" Lancelot frowned, watching as the bullets flew out, only to lose their magical properties upon entering the army's ranks. The black-red magical patterns dissipated, leaving behind ordinary metal projectiles that were nullified by the soldiers' inherent mystery. "It's a mystery-reducing barrier." Sakatsuki immediately saw through Iskandar's setup. "Probably set up by their magi. It's a long-term effect, so even if we kill the caster, it won't matter. They must have set it up while we were being distracted." "In that case, I'll—" Lancelot was about to draw his sword, but someone stepped forward before him. "I'll handle it. You take a breather and be ready to step in when I'm done." Sakatsuki said. "Wait, Sakatsuki!" Artoria protested. "Are you forgetting about me? I can still fight!" Sakatsuki gave her a knowing look. "Do you think I can't tell? You've already used up a lot of mana protecting Miyu. Do you really want to push yourself? Is that what a king should do?" "Guh!" Artoria's ahoge drooped as she was hit where it hurt. "At least let me help..." "I do need your help, but not now." Sakatsuki said without turning back. He then raised his hands and called out. "Come forth, Sul-sagana, Ig-Alima!" The Horizon of Dawn that Purifies the Seas. Green Field Cutting Through the Thousand Mountains. The two divine constructs blotted out the sun. Even as fakes, their massive shadows caused a stir in the army. If they were to fall, the damage would be immense. But Iskandar's generals were no fools. Several streaks of light shot up from the ground, clearly directed by someone in the army, halting the descent of the two giant swords. Taking advantage of the momentary pause, Sakatsuki took a deep breath and began to chant. "I am the bone of my sword." "Steel is my body, and fire is my blood... Ugh!" The Reality Marble crumbled the moment it formed, forcing Sakatsuki to stop the chant. But from his calm expression, it was clear he had expected this failure. Using "Unlimited Blade Works" within "Ionioi Hetairoi" to counterattack—while a good idea, was nearly impossible. A Reality Marble is a grand sorcery that replaces the "self" with the "world" while keeping the boundary unchanged. But when the "world" becomes another's "self," a magus trapped within another's "self" must possess a magical foundation and mana pool equal to the other's to create a situation where two Reality Marbles stand against each other. And Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, not only possessed the highest-tier Servant spirit origin but his Reality Marble, "Ionioi Hetairoi," was also supported by the countless heroic spirits gathered under his banner. Clearly, Sakatsuki did not possess a power equal to that of so many heroic spirits. "If creating a Reality Marble won't work, then what about reinforcing with magecraft..." Though his thoughts ended there, Sakatsuki was not out of options. Just as in FGO, where Berserkers are the answer to everything, when faced with a horde, the best solution is always large-scale bombardment. "This might get a bit rough, so brace yourselves!" As Sakatsuki clenched his right fist, crimson and emerald light flowed over Sul-sagana and Ig-Alima. At the same time, the mana within them became unstable, like bombs ready to explode. "Get out of here, Rider!" Waver, lying on the chariot, felt his scalp tingle. Just looking at the two giant swords made his eyes sting and tear up. "Sakatsuki's about to do something crazy!" "It's too late!" Iskandar's expression was equally grim. He never expected Sakatsuki to do something like this, to treat his Noble Phantasms in such a way. "Everyone, defensive formation! Priests, prepare!" Meanwhile, Sakatsuki had already extracted the mana, faith, and divinity from Sul-sagana and Ig-Alima, stuffing them into a makeshift bomb before lighting the fuse. "Broken Phantasm." Using an immensely powerful Noble Phantasm as a disposable bomb—just how destructive would that be? The state of "Ionioi Hetairoi" told the tale. Since the explosion occurred mid-air, the army was fortunate to avoid a direct hit. But when the rain of destruction fell from the sky, the army's defensive barriers were easily shattered. The rain, more terrifying than aqua regia, devoured the left flank and rear guard, melting the ground into crystalline craters. Under the effects of the forbidden technique "Broken Phantasm," the charge of the King's Army was halted. Having accomplished his goal, Sakatsuki stepped back, allowing the now-rested Lancelot to step forward and unleash his Noble Phantasm once more. "Shine like the water's surface, burn fiercely, my holy sword! Arondight Overload!" As Lancelot declared, the light of Arondight radiated outward, further devastating the already battered King's Army. Though Iskandar's forces had their own priests, without the likes of Aristotle and other powerful magicians, their hastily reinforced barriers were no match for the legendary star-forged holy sword. The screams of the dying filled the air. Sakatsuki watched Lancelot, who stood alone against the army, before finally turning to meet Artoria's gaze. "You said earlier that you needed my help, right, Sakatsuki?" "Yes." Sakatsuki said, looking into the eyes of the legendary King of Knights, her saintly emerald eyes and beautiful face. Finally, he made up his mind. "Please, allow me to become a Knight of the Round Table." *** Hey readers! Want to read ahead? ???? Join my Patreon for early access to 30+ advance Chapters! Your support helps me write more and bring the story to you faster. ????/aarvan???? Thanks for being awesome! ❤️

Chapter 138: [138] Broken Phantasm and the Proof of the Round Table

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