A Curse from Hell

We have become stronger!

Kai drew his sword, which was wreathed in flames, and felt the heat wave mixed with his battle aura, his face filled with excitement.

He now felt at least twice as strong as before, and his weapon, blessed by the flames, was no less powerful than the Holy Sword. Even if he were to fight Lancelot head-on now, he was confident that he could remain undefeated for a long time.

The devout Percival was even more excited to recognize which angel's power it was.

"It's the power of Archangel Uriel, and on Kai's side it's Michael. We've been recognized!"

Seeing that the authority had been successfully distributed, Michael and Uriel seemed quite pleased with the two knights. Rovey nodded and said, "That's about it. Make good use of these two powers entrusted to you by the angels in the battle to come."

"I understand. Next, we will definitely make good use of this power to kill our king..."

Kai's voice was still somewhat low.

"Wait, listen to me first. Actually, you don't necessarily have to kill the Lion King. There are other ways to save her."

"What?!"

"Saint, you... you... is this true? Is there a way to avoid killing our King!"

At this moment, the two knights immediately perked up and hurriedly asked questions.

"Yes."

Rovey nodded slightly and continued, "Rather than killing the Lion King, I prefer to turn him back into the King Arthur he once was. I believe you all feel the same way, don't you?"

"Of course! If we can turn the Lion King back into the Artoria I know, we can definitely stop all of this."

Having received confirmation from Rovey, Kai could no longer contain himself and hurriedly asked again.

"Saint, do you have a way to turn the Lion King back into his original form?!"

"I don't have any right now..."

To this, Rovey Wei shook his head slightly. "But it will happen in the future, when the right person appears. Why don't you listen to my prophecy?"

Upon hearing this, the two knights sat up straight and listened intently to what Rovey would say next.

Then they heard—

"When the stars shine in a foreign land, cracks appear in the White Alliance."

"The king's majesty is shrouded in dark clouds, and the Tower of Divine Appointment crumbles."

As the four simple sentences were uttered, although Kay couldn't understand them, Percival realized that the suitable person Rovey spoke of must be the stranger from the prophecy.

These four lines of poetry are the legendary revelation...

It seems God is on their side this time! How could they possibly not win?!

Then Kai asked Rovey why he didn't explain things clearly to the Knights of the Round Table there. If he had explained that the Lion King could be restored to King Arthur, then there would definitely be more than just the four of them on their side.

In response, Rovey simply asked, "Do you think they'll believe that? Or rather, before this, apart from Percival and Bors, did any of you truly believe me?"

These words left Kai speechless.

Don't overthink it; even if you speak up, the other side will continue to besiege you, and nothing will change in the end.

"So, Saint, am I to go and search for the stranger next?"

Knowing that he could save Artoria, Kai is now full of fighting spirit and is no longer the self-destructive person he used to be.

"That's right, we are going to find strangers, and there is more than one star in the foreign land. Perhaps you will be very surprised when you meet another one."

The thought of Artoria meeting Kai and the others in this world made Rovey want to laugh.

"Alright, if that's the case, then I can't wait any longer."

At this moment, Percival spoke up, "Saint, our King may very well send men to hunt us down."

"What's there to be afraid of? We're no longer acting to punish our king, but to save him. They're the ones who harmed him, and besides..."

Kai drew his blazing longsword and pointed it at the night sky above, illuminating the surrounding hills.

"To save Artoria, I will never lose to anyone now."

"Bors, what should we do with Gaheris others? Should we go look for them now?"

Kai shook his head and replied seriously, "There's no need to specifically look for them. Don't forget that Gaheris is Camelot's best scout knight. Lancelot and his men will never be able to catch them. Besides, as long as we launch an expedition to save the king, they will definitely know and come here to join us."

"Kay is right. The most urgent task is to find the stranger (Artoria) and regroup our forces. We will meet again in the future."

The two knights nodded, looking at Rovey with utmost respect.

In such a short time, they were able to win their hearts and minds and guide them onto the right path.

As expected of the legendary Saint Moses, he is far superior to that good-for-nothing Merlin.

Kai now only regrets that this Saint wasn't born in Britannia in his time. If Britannia had such a Saint to replace Merlin, he could definitely serve as a pillar of the nation, many tragedies could have been avoided, Mordred would never have rebelled in front of him, and perhaps the Battle of Camlann would never have happened.

It's just a pity that fate is so cruel...

Merlin could be traded for Saint, but unfortunately, it's not possible.

"Get some rest. We'll continue our journey once it gets light."

Everyone nodded.

After saying goodnight to each other, Kay and Percival found a spot to lie down, and Rovey didn't mind the simple environment and just found a rock to fall asleep.

We were all soldiers on the march, no one was particular about anything, we just needed a place to sleep.

Soon, night fell...

While the bloody battle raged on the other side, a lithe figure suddenly swept past the edge of the camp on this side, its movements like a ghost, approaching abruptly.

The footsteps carried a slight chill, as if intending to extinguish the sacred fire directly.

A veiled woman's figure blended into the night, standing on a large tree, staring intently at Rovey, who was sleeping soundly on a rock, her eyes filled with icy coldness.

"Damn heretics..."

Chapter 171 A Curse from Hell

It was a dark and windy night.

Location: Jerusalem.

Indeed, if this land had not suffered such calamity, it should have been Jerusalem, the holy city of Christianity.

However, starting today, Jerusalem in this time and space will completely disappear.

Everything has changed.

The once religious city has been completely transformed into a quagmire and a breeding ground for darkness, where countless evil spirits and demons roam wildly, radiating endless malice and rage.

In the distance, on another site in Jerusalem, a magnificent white city rises anew, a city that could not have been built by human hands, its surface imbued with a blessing that can repel any malicious attack.

Even so, the city's icons, the renowned Knights of the Round Table, did not choose the safest approach of fighting from within the city walls. Instead, they led the Purification Knights to charge out and launch their own attack against the surging demonic tide outside.

—Lancelot's tragic fate, Tristan's reversal, Gawain's Never-Night Blessing, Mordred's loss of control, Gareth's impurity.

The renowned Knights of the Round Table, except for Agravaine who kept calling for them to return and fight safely, were all resigned to their fate, attempting to bury their bodies in this demonic tide and cut off the tragedy that followed.

Seeing this, Agravaine, who had completely guessed what they were thinking, was furious, but at this moment, his orders were useless, and the Lion King didn't care at all.

If these blessed Knights of the Round Table cannot even defeat opponents of this caliber, then even if they remain, they will hardly be of much use. If they truly wish to die, then they should exert their strength before facing death.

After all, God doesn't care.

Soon, five powerful Knights of the Round Table, five figures of different colors, fought a bloody battle on the desert battlefield, accompanied by the brilliance of magic, as magic ran rampant.

From a distance, their magic seemed inexhaustible, their energy boundless, their martial arts causing the demonic tide to tremble and surge. Their strength rivaled that of heroes throughout history, or perhaps they themselves were heroes.

Wherever Never-Night Blessing went, Gawain blinding sunlight shone down, and the Numeral of the Saint and the blessing of tripled strength constantly enveloped him, greatly amplifying his power. No matter how deep he ventured alone, no matter how desperately he attacked, under the sword that shook the Shemesh, the group of Crusaders demons could only be cut in half at the waist. So he could only continue forward, searching for an enemy who could kill him.

Tristan, having completed the reversal, was even more ruthless. Every time he plucked the bowstring, one or more Crusaders would have their heads chopped off by the invisible blade. The continuous explosions would even engulf the knights he led, but he didn't care about any of it.

The crimson lightning that kept erupting in the distance belonged to Mordred's power. Out of control, she no longer needed to worry about the cooldown of her Noble Phantasm. With the infinite magic power of the Holy Grail, she could release her Noble Phantasm at will and was now happily reaping her rewards.

Lancelot, the strongest among them, had already spotted the enemy leader on the battlefield—the most powerful demon, Lionheart King, who was capable of killing him—and launched his attack without hesitation.

On another battlefield.

--Bang!!

The jet-black lion swung its greatsword, striking Lancelot's Aroundight with tremendous force, knocking his knee into the sand below.

This Lion's Slash almost overwhelmed Lancelot's body, but thanks to the blessing of "Piteousness" and his own martial arts skills, he quickly broke free from the sword's suppression and swung his sword back at Lionheart King.

"—Binding Chains Severed, Aroundight Overload (Aroundight Overload)!!"

A brief swing of his sword, like ripples on autumn water, spread across his golden holy sword. Although it lacked the loud noise of Mordred's sword, it contained a terrifying power capable of slicing through steel and Heavy Rock.

Seeing this, even the Lionheart King was unwilling to take the Knight of the Lake's strongest attack head-on. He could only release his last Lion Slash to knock the Knight away before his massive body hurriedly retreated to avoid the attack.

The moment he finished his retreat, the desert beneath his feet, swept by Lancelot's sword, suddenly erupted in a violent explosion.

—Boom!!

That was the complete release of the magic power that had been accumulating within the Aroundight.

At that moment, even the Lionheart King saw through the scheme.

Lancelot's Noble Phantasm is not the typical light-based attack of the Knights of the Round Table. Instead, it condenses the light-based attack into a single sword strike, which he then uses to close in and strike directly at the enemy's body, achieving an effect of cutting through everything. In other words, being hit by his sword is far more fatal than being struck by the light-based attacks of the Sun Knight or that blond idiot who keeps yelling about his light-based attack.

"Hoo hoo, the Demon Lionheart King lives up to his name."

Compared to the Lionheart King was merely held back, Lancelot, who had always been known as the strongest knight of the Round Table, was seriously injured at this moment. He clutched his chest, leaned on his sword, and prepared to face his own death and bring peace to his life.

He admitted that he was not as skilled as the other, had a clear conscience, and had done his duty to hold off the strongest plan for nearly a hundred rounds. At this moment, he was exhausted.

But at this moment, Lionheart King's expression was even more unpleasant than his.

Because he failed to defeat Lancelot within a hundred rounds, the surrounding Crusaders had already been slaughtered by the remaining Knights of the Round Table, and now several different figures were rapidly surrounding him.

The situation of being besieged was already predetermined, and it would be difficult to win the next battle...

A single knight would surely be no match for the blessed Knights of the Round Table, and his summoned companions had all perished. They were no match for these blessed Knights of the Round Table, and this time, he was doomed to fail.

He hadn't expected that the Lion King would summon such a helper, and that he himself wasn't even qualified to face off against the Lion King this time.

The enormous, jet-black lion's head slowly rose, gazing towards the distant White Chalk City.

Above the city wall, the Lion King, clad in silver lion armor, also gazed at this place. The contempt and indifference in his eyes were unmistakable, clearly showing that the other party did not take his defeated opponent seriously at all.

"The Lion King! King Arthur!! Come out and fight me to the death!!"

"I, Lionheart King, challenge you to a duel befitting kings! On the honor of our knighthood!!"

He roared with all his might, trying to lure the Lion King down to fight him in a final battle between kings, thus preserving his last shred of dignity.

But...

The Lion King did not respond to the Lionheart King's roar. She merely glanced indifferently at the Lionheart King, who was now surrounded, and lost all interest in the already decided outcome. She turned and returned to her palace.

Agravaine, with remarkable patience, continued to command the Knights of the Round Table below to join forces in the annihilation.

"Lancelot, Gawain, Mordred, Tristan, this time you all work together! We can't let him get away again!!"

A sharp sound echoed across the battlefield. Gawain pulled Lancelot, who was already seriously injured, to his feet. The blinding sunlight directly enveloped the battlefield. Then, without saying a word, Tristan, Gawain, and Mordred launched an attack on Lionheart King in the center.

Two different beams of light, accompanied by a demonic sound, struck his body. Even Lionheart King's demonic body was shaken so badly that he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He glared angrily in the direction Lion King had left, his resentment and humiliation seemingly solidified into a tangible form.

She's definitely not the King Arthur I was hoping for! That guy's a fake!

The Lion King, the Lion King, the Lion King —it's all a fake!

The real King Arthur, the King Arthur he envisioned, would never be so aloof, allowing his knights to fight and die for him on the battlefield, nor would he refuse any challenge from knights or kings. Therefore...

"She's a fake! Open your eyes, Knights of the Round Table!! That's not the real King Arthur!!!"

He roared angrily, his loud voice and magic even pushing back the three knights around him, making Agravaine's brows twitch and his resolve harden.

'The Lionheart King is truly terrifying; he must not be allowed to live!'

"Lancelot, if you can still move, get up and let's kill him together!!"

Agravaine continued to issue orders.

"I see."

Even though Lancelot disliked Agravaine, he had no choice but to continue joining the four-on-one battle.