The Situation Grows Increasingly Chaotic (Continued)

Finally, Tristan's voice became relaxed and reassuring.

Upon seeing his choice, Mordred curled her lip, Gawain remained silent, Gareth shed tears, and Lancelot was speechless.

They certainly knew what Tristan was talking about.

Or rather, among these people, Tristan was the one who should least be with them; he was the most likely to leave with Kay and the others.

But the only reason he stayed was to atone for the sins he had committed in the past. Tristan always regretted it, and he always regretted saying such vicious words to King Arthur: "The king does not understand people's hearts."

It was precisely because of his insightful words that the relationship between King Arthur and the knight was shaken, foreshadowing a future rebellion. This later became the biggest slander against King Arthur in his life.

This is the thing he regrets most in his life. Ever since he was summoned, Tristan has wanted to kill the past version of himself who said those words. It is because of this self-blame and guilt that he is tormented by the guilt and remorse that he chose to stand here even if it meant going against his own morality and choices, instead of leaving with Kay.

This was something he had to do, something he had to repay; he could no longer bring himself to hurt his king again.

His personality was the gentlest, and he had already pushed himself to the limit when he ambushed Kai and the others. Continuing to fight would definitely have a negative impact, so Tristan was willing to gouge out his own eyes just to stop seeing the Round Table fighting each other. He chose "reversal" in order to alleviate the pain in his heart.

In this situation, his kindness should also be plunged into darkness along with his eyes; just consider it a nightmare.

Seeing that Tristan was the first to choose his blessing, the other Knights of the Round Table knew they had no choice but to make their own. However, unlike Tristan, they did not choose a blessing that would completely distort their will; instead, they chose unique blessings that best suited them and had the least impact on their own will.

The final image is—

[Never-Night Blessing]: Gawain

[Twist]: Tristan

[Impure]: Gareth

[Out of Control]: Mordred

[Tragic]: Lancelot

There is also Agravaine, who was not chosen.

"..."

After receiving different blessings, the Knights of the Round Table felt a mix of emotions.

After all, this means there's no turning back, except...

Hahahahahahahaha!!!

Hearing the increasingly maniacal laughter around them, they couldn't help but turn around and look at Mordred was becoming even more deranged.

Overjoyed, Mordred drew the crimson magic sword from his waist and grinned, "Not bad! I feel stronger now. I can definitely tear that guy named Moses to pieces!"

"..."

The knights remained silent, but they all felt that this little fool was definitely going to suffer a great loss.

After all, the strength that Saint displayed in the battle in the Holy City was definitely beyond what they could eliminate in a one-on-one fight.

Upon hearing this, Lion King Artoria glanced thoughtfully at Mordred and said coldly, "So that strange Magus was Saint Moses? No wonder he could withstand my Holy Lance. So you all must be careful from now on."

Having experienced that encounter in the desert, she had a particularly deep memory of Rovey's performance.

That was definitely a formidable enemy, an enemy no less formidable than the Sun King in the desert.

"Don't worry, Father!"

Mordred laughed wildly and said, "I feel my power surging right now, and I am invincible! No matter if he is Moses or Lassie, I will take him down! So leave the task of hunting down the traitor to me!"

Upon hearing this, Agravaine frowned. He could no longer tolerate this arrogant brat.

"Shut up, you rebellious knight! Putting aside that unexpected Saint, you absolutely cannot defeat Percival and Kay alone. Apart from sneak attacks, where do you think your martial arts skills rank among the Knights of the Round Table?"

Although what he said was entirely true, Mordred, who had already lost control, wouldn't tolerate Agravaine. In her madness, she drew her sword and slashed at him without any hesitation, which startled Gawain, who intervened in time to stop her.

—Clang!

Blinding sparks immediately flew in front of my eyes.

Gawain asked coldly, "What do you want to do, Mordred!"

"Hahaha, I don't want to do anything, I just want this viper to know where I am in the queue."

"You're doing this..."

Gawain was about to reprimand him when he heard something in his ear.

"It's a blessing of 'out of control,' and now she's completely beyond saving. Gawain, let her chase after them; dying out there will at least rid us of a potential threat. In her current state, she's absolutely incapable of betraying us."

Realizing the situation, Agravaine stopped paying attention to the madman and instead offered his advice to the Lion King, fulfilling his duty as strategist. He proposed:

"My king, use the Holy Grail. Although you do not have the Command Seal to control their suicide, cutting off their connection to the Holy Grail and causing them to disappear or weaken due to exhaustion of their mana is the simplest way."

Upon hearing this, Gawain and Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief, as this would prevent fratricide.

But...

"This is a good idea, you are indeed thoughtful, but unfortunately, I threw away the Holy Grail not long ago."

"They're obviously celebrating too soon," said Artoria the Lion King calmly.

"Throw it away!!!"

At this moment, Agravaine was completely dumbfounded, and even his tone suddenly rose a lot.

"You, you... how could you throw it away?"

"Since I have already summoned you with the Holy Grail, the Grail has naturally become useless, so it's fine to throw it away."

The Lion King answered matter-of-factly, a response that made Agravaine a little dizzy.

"No, wait a minute, my king, do you remember where you threw the Holy Grail?"

Agravaine persisted, asking again.

"I don't remember anymore. I just threw it away when I passed through the desert on my way back. Then I had a battle with that Saint in the desert nearby. I've probably been blown away by the aftershocks to some corner of the vast sea of sand by now."

You're unbeatable...

At this moment, Agravaine was completely speechless.

If it were anyone else, he would definitely be furious at their stupidity, but if it were a king, then he could only sigh that he was indeed a king, and that the mere Holy Grail was not taken seriously.

"Alright, whether or not we have the Holy Grail is irrelevant. As long as you are all still here, my Holy Selection will surely be completed. So, get ready to begin."

The Lion King spoke calmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will take the initiative to arrange the rest."

"Yes, I trust you to do things."

The Lion King, Artoria, nodded.

"So just leave it to me, I'll go after Moses and Kay."

Mordred still harbored resentment towards the guy who had bullied her.

"I've already said, you're no match for Kai and the others, but if you stay here in your current state, you'll only be a menace. It wouldn't be bad if you died out there, so go ahead and wreak havoc in the wilderness, rebellious knight, Mordred!"

"Ha, you venomous snake are the biggest menace! Do you want me to kill you?"

"I'll go too. After all, as Agravaine said, Mordred can't handle Kai and the others by himself. Maybe we can with me."

Just as they were about to fight again, Lancelot volunteered to join the battle.

Agravaine nodded silently, not refusing his request. Rather, he wanted to see the two rebellious knights get out together.

He had always harbored disgust for Lancelot, the man who had killed him and harmed the king, and for Mordred, the traitor. The only difference was that Lancelot wasn't as audacious as Mordred; he hadn't been able to find a reason to ostracize him, and now that Lancelot had offered to go out and pursue them, it suited him perfectly.

Whether these two guys wipe out Kai and his group, or die together, it doesn't matter to him. The Avalon the king envisions has no need for rebels.

"Then I will protect the king."

In the end, unwilling to kill his own brother, he chose to remain by the king's side, just as he had in life. Although Bedivere was still the knight who accompanied the king the longest, unfortunately, like Galahad and Lamorak, he did not respond to the summons.

"Then it's decided. I, Gawain, will be in charge of protecting the King. Mordred and Lancelot will go out to pursue the enemy. Tristan and Gareth will continue to recruit troops. After all, we can't build a kingdom from scratch with just a few of us..."

"There's absolutely no need for all that trouble."

The Lion King interrupted Agravaine before she could speak, and then said, "I have prepared the holy city and the corresponding army required for the Holy Selection. You only need to carry out the Holy Selection."

"Huh?"

Gareth was stunned; she couldn't imagine what it would be like for the Lion King to establish a city-state.

"I first used the Holy Grail to re-summon the White Chalk City on this land, and then I summoned you all again. As for the army, I also used the Holy Grail to create some Purification Knights."

"Your Majesty, you are truly farsighted..."

Upon hearing this, Agravaine felt much more at ease, as this would save him a lot of trouble.

"If the White Chalk City reappears, then the Holy Selection can proceed directly, and then..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Lion King seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look towards the desert in the night.

"So they really came."

Following the Lion King's gaze, the Knights of the Round Table were all taken aback. They all sensed that something terrifying was approaching from the desert, and there were many of them.

"What is that, Your Majesty?" Gareth asked timidly.

"It is the Crusaders led by the Demon Lionheart King. The Holy City they occupied was Holy Lance, and the Holy Grail was stolen. They must be resentful now, so they have gathered a large army to come back and take revenge on me."

The Lion King said calmly. At the edge of her vision, she saw a huge, black monster with a human body and a lion's head, the complete opposite of Sphinx, leading a massive army toward them.

The other party seemed to have noticed the Lion King's gaze, and the jet-black lion let out a terrifying roar.

"—Lion King, give me back the Holy Grail!!!"

A surge of powerful magic swept in, accompanied by a roar that shook the night sky.

Then countless dark demon armies emerged from the night, exuding a terrifying aura, and the black waves instantly swept across the entire desert.

"Knights of the Round Table, prepare for battle!"

Upon seeing this, Agravaine, realizing the enemy's strength, immediately and coldly called upon the Knights of the Round Table around him to be on guard, but the Lion King didn't think it was a big deal.

After all, they were just a bunch of nobody fleeing in panic under the Holy Lance. What difference would it make if more of them came?

However, noticing the Knights of the Round Table's current excitement, she did not take the initiative to attack.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

The Lion King pulled on the reins, leading his white horse and the Knights of the Round Table behind him, as they charged towards the demon army.

"We will fulfill our mission!"

Upon hearing that the enemy was not Kai and his group, the Knights of the Round Table behind them were reignited in their fighting spirit and charged out fearlessly.

Meanwhile, on the other side, just as the Knights of the Round Table and the Crusaders were launching their final battle on the ruins of the Holy City.

After leaving Jerusalem, Rovey led Kai and the others for dozens of miles until the sun had completely set, at which point they stopped to rest.

Although Jerusalem is surrounded by desert, there is also a desolate mountainous area, and Rovey is relying on his intuition to lead these guys closer to the mountains.

The sky was completely dark, the temperature plummeted, and the moon hung lonely in the sky overhead, like an eye watching them flee.

On the precipice of a desolate hill, Rovey performed a Magecraft, igniting a sacred fire on the spot, dispelling the darkness of the night, and rendering even the firewood that Kai had brought back useless.

Gai stared at the flickering orange-white flames by the campfire, lost in thought. Percival, the last remaining member of the crew, also began to succumb to despair.

Meanwhile, Rovey was carefully drawing a map of the route on the ground and began analyzing their next strategy.

As for why only the two knights, Kai and Percival, were left by his side, the reason is quite simple.

Whether by chance or by the Lion King's intuition that led her down such a remote path, they unexpectedly encountered the Lion King, who had just returned, on their escape. At that moment, the opportunity was too good to pass up, and the Knights of the Round Table decisively chose to take action, wanting to eliminate the Lion King before Agravaine and his men arrived and end everything.

The result was that even with four against one, they were no match for the Lion King, whose status far surpassed theirs.

Once the Holy Lance is unleashed, there's no need to fight anymore.

Even if Percival were to unleash the Lance of Longinus and clash with it, he would still be no match.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the Lance of Longinus is weaker than Rhongomyniad; it's simply that Percival and the Lion King put different amounts of effort into the Holy Lance. If it were the true Holy Son who used it, then it might be possible.

At that moment, Rovey was also wondering if he could take this guy out right there. So he joined the battle.

It was precisely because of his addition that Kai and his group, who should have been wiped out in one fell swoop, were able to hold their own against the Lion King.

He used the combined power of angels to resist the Holy Lance, and then employed various Christianity spells, but the Lion King's Holy Lance remained unstoppable.