The Fanatic

Meanwhile, Mordred launched a new round of attacks without any hesitation.

"You stupid lion, aren't you annoying with your incessant nagging? My father is my father, who is it to you to judge what is true and what is false? You just need to obediently die!"

" —Clarent Blood Arthur (Clarent Blood Arthur)!!"

In response to the Lion King's roar, Mordred's reply was still a dark red lightning bolt that exploded on the spot, which directly launched the final battle.

"—Excalibur Galatine, the Excalibur Galatine!!"

" —Failnaught!!"

Gawain and Tristan ignored the lion's ravings and unleashed their own Noble Phantasm.

The ear-piercing demonic sound, the Shemesh that could melt everything, and the crimson lightning struck at the same time, transforming into the most terrifying attack of the three Knights of the Round Table.

Apart from the injured Lancelot and Gareth, who was too weak to join the battle, this was already the most terrifying combined force.

Agravaine is excluded; his combat ability is on par with that of the tax collector Geraint, placing him at the bottom of the Round Table, even inferior to Gareth, so naturally he cannot participate.

"I hate it!!"

"I hate you damned, blind Knights of the Round Table! You can't even recognize your own king!!"

"I hate you! You shattered my dream of rebuilding the glory of the Crusaders!! I will not let you get away with this!! Absolutely not!!!"

In the final moments before the three beams of light were about to strike the dark body, Lionheart King, filled with resentment and rage, unleashed his strongest Noble Phantasm.

"—Roar, lion, sing of the blazing inferno (Utopie Purgatoire)!!!"

Roar--!!!

With a final roar filled with boundless hatred, the surrounding desert began to boil. The intense heat and destructive power made Mordred and Gawain realize the danger and hurriedly take cover.

However, it was too late by then.

Countless hellfires spewed forth from the crevices of the desert, the blazing flames that scorched the souls. With a final roar, they coiled around the body of the Demon Lionheart King, instantly transforming into a shroud of the setting sun that carried him out of the encirclement of the four Knights of the Round Table. Behind him, countless lion heads formed of flames roared in a low voice, charging unstoppably towards the distant white holy city under his command, intending to burn away everything in their path.

"Not good!!"

The Knights of the Round Table who had been blasted away by the flames were utterly astonished. They had not expected that the Lionheart King would possess such power. The Noble Phantasm he unleashed was unstoppable; whoever tried to catch it would die.

Although this was exactly what Gawain and Lancelot wanted, the lion was running so fast that they had no way to stop it or have time to stop it.

"That damn guy..."

Upon hearing this, Agravaine, who was blocking the edge of the Holy City, frowned sharply and hurriedly called on the surrounding Purification Knights to form a defensive formation to prepare to receive this Noble Phantasm. Under no circumstances could he be allowed to rush into the Holy City and disturb the King. He also drew his sword, ready to risk his life to fight Lionheart King.

Call out--!!

Roar--!!!

The fiery roar of hell was still approaching, its breath still hot. The mere few thousand meters could be traversed in an instant. The number of fire lions behind it had increased to several hundred. If it continued running, it would definitely crush everything in its path.

Just as Agravaine's face darkened, having already foreseen his fate, suddenly...

"—The Ira Lupus (Ira Lupus)!!!"

Gareth's familiar voice came from the other side, and there she was, a petite woman raising her spear and charging at high speed toward the side of Lionheart King's Noble Phantasm.

Among the Knights of the Round Table, only Gareth Noble Phantasm Noble Phantasm similar to Lionheart King's charge attack, so at this moment, only she could catch up, but...

"Gareth!!!"

Upon seeing the figure that had selflessly plunged into the flames, Gawain and Lancelot behind them let out cries of anguish.

The difference in their strength is too great; Gareth has no chance of withstanding this Noble Phantasm.

As expected, the Lionheart King's pace was indeed briefly slowed the moment the girl's body plunged into the flames, but Gareth was already burned beyond recognition. Her once lovely face was now destroyed. Even so, she did not stop. Her hands tightly hugged the Lionheart King's arm, refusing to let go even as her body was being torn apart by countless fiery beasts.

This scene moved even Lionheart King. He angrily cursed the petite girl who could endure the scorching fires of hell, his huge lion eyes filled with disbelief and incredulity.

"You fool! Your king doesn't care about you at all! That's not the King Arthur you're supposed to serve!!"

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully, has your king appeared?!"

However, the petite knight remained unmoved by the Lionheart King's soul-stirring roar. She firmly said, "Perhaps, but a king is a king... No matter what she becomes, it is right for us knights to protect her."

"Brother Gawain, Senior Lancelot, please kill me, and this lion too!"

She calmly turned around and looked at Lancelot and Gawain, who were approaching, and pleaded.

However, these words made Lancelot's sword-wielding hand tremble.

Gareth died because of his recklessness, so he always felt guilty. How could he possibly kill her now? Seeing this, even Mordred was unwilling to be the one to finish her off, and she wavered for once.

Tristan remained silent, preparing to finish off Gareth and Lionheart King together. Now that the tide had turned, he couldn't care less about anything else.

Brush--!!

However, an attack came even faster than his.

"Forgive me, Gareth!!"

It was Gawain. He suddenly raised his head, his face filled with immense grief, his eyes were extremely dim, and tears streamed down his face like a tidal wave.

He swung his holy sword at Lionheart King and Gareth together. Lionheart King tried to resist, but Gareth's body greatly restricted him. It would have taken only two more seconds for the girl to be burned to death, but even those two seconds were enough to secure victory.

The sharp holy sword severed half of Gareth's body and one of Lionheart King's arms, his weapon and blade flying to the other side of the battlefield.

Gareth died instantly, but even in death, her expression remained one of contentment.

Lionheart King was incredulous, but at this point it was too late to turn the tide.

He could only watch helplessly as the grief-stricken Lancelot pierced his heart with the Aroundight, utterly robbing him of his ability to resist.

"Heh, is that so? So it wasn't just King Arthur, you Knights of the Round Table were corrupted too..."

Lionheart King looked at Gawain, who had killed his own sister, and then, as if he had understood something, burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hahahaha, my false Crusaders, your false Knights of the Round Table, this truly is a battle of fate! Hahahaha—!!"

"Are you done talking? Die!"

Upon seeing Gareth dead, Mordred, enraged, swung his magic sword and chopped off his head.

If Agravaine had died, she would have applauded today, but it was Gareth who died, the only family member who considered her a sister!

However, just when they thought it was all over, the severed lion's head opened its mouth again.

The Demon Lionheart King will unleash his final curse with his last bit of magic.

I curse you!

"The Lion King!!"

"Your Holy Selection will surely vanish like a bubble! Your desires will ultimately be nothing but an illusion! Your Avalon will be nothing but empty talk! The real King Arthur will replace you, this imposter, in the future! You will be dragged down from the throne in disgrace, your reign forever unstable!!"

Never stable! Never stable! Never stable!!

The Lionheart King's final roar was like that of a mad lion, its frenzied cry echoing throughout the entire holy city.

In an instant, the expressions of the Knights of the Round Table around them changed drastically.

Because above their heads—

Boom!

Rumble!!

Above the pristine white holy city, thunderous roars echoed continuously, like bolts from a clear sky, relentlessly striking the boundless void, causing the Knights of the Round Table below to subtly change their expressions.

Brush!

Sir Gawain's pupils contracted; Agravaine looked terrified; Lancelot held his breath; Mordred's brows furrowed.

This Lionheart King...

They could certainly tell that this was not empty talk or a dying rant, but a genuine application of the power of a curse.

This guy actually used all the dead believers in the Holy City to cast a curse on their Holy City.

They all feel as if their fate is being targeted by something sinister.

"You bastard!!"

Mordred brandished her magic sword, intending to utterly destroy the lion's head. However, after saying everything, the Lionheart King merely gave her a mocking smile. Then, his entire black body turned into a pool of liquid as deep as night and disappeared into the desert without a trace.

It was still a dark and windy night. In the pitch-black desert, the remaining Knights of the Round Table looked at each other.

This time, their faces no longer showed the joy of victory, only endless depth and gloom.

At this moment, the thunder overhead continued to rumble incessantly.

The once pristine and immaculate Holy City now seems to be shrouded in an unknown gloom.

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Chapter 172 The Zealot

The night was dark and the wind was high.

A cool breeze swept across the dark mountains, and as the distant White Chalk City was shrouded in dark clouds, the bright moon hanging above the mountains was swallowed by darkness.

The piercing sound of leaves rustling in the wind came from the nearby mountains and forests.

Sasasa...

The sacred fire, radiating white light, flickered before their eyes, while the icy wind seemed intent on extinguishing the three's only remaining source of light, plunging the mountainside into complete darkness.

Rovey, lying on the rock, opened his eyes. He had sensed that something dangerous was lurking nearby.

Not only him, but Kay and Percival, who were lying on the other side, also regained consciousness at this moment.

What was that sound just now?

"Is that the sound of sandstorms in the desert on a night?"

"Impossible. Natural wind and sand could not possibly shake the sacred fire."

"That's right."

Kai, who had also received the blessing of "Flame," nodded slightly, then said thoughtfully, "And I just seemed to have a strange dream. I dreamt that the Knights of the Round Table in the Holy City were fighting a jet-black lion demon, and that demon seemed to have cast some kind of curse at the end..."

"So you dreamed about it too, Kai?"

Percival felt extremely familiar with the description Kai had given him; he had just dreamt of that scene as well.

The scene of Gareth dying in front of him was so real that he wanted to rush up and save Gareth more than once.

"As expected... that was probably not an ordinary dream."

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

If only one person dreams about it, it might just be a hallucination or a dream due to their excessive anxiety. However, if both people dream about it at the same time...

This means it's definitely not just a simple illusion; perhaps it's a precognitive dream, a hint from the two archangels who bestowed their blessings upon them.

That means the battle between the Knights of the Round Table and the Crusaders on the other side has ended, and the victory was secured by Gareth's death.