The Lion King's Invitation

"But why did the Knights of the Round Table turn into this civil war? You have to explain the situation to me later. That Romani guy never said there would be Knights of the Round Table in this Singularity!"

After performing a classic damsel-in-distress act, Artoria casually put her arm around Rovey's shoulder and led him a few steps back to avoid being accidentally injured by her own Holy Lance.

"This way, sir!"

Before he could catch up with Artoria, Rovey was mistaken for a refugee rescued by Artoria by Mash, who had rushed over. Mash grabbed his hand and started running westward. Meanwhile, Ritsuka Fujimaru was actively organizing the refugee evacuation, but the terrified refugees were obviously not very cooperative, so the scene remained chaotic.

"Mash?"

Upon seeing Mash, Rovey instinctively uttered a sentence.

"Huh? My name is Mash, not Mash. Anyway, come with us and leave."

"Gudako is here too... Oh, so this world is Gudako."

Seeing the familiar duo, Rovey simply nodded slightly, and then, under Mash's shocked gaze, he demonstrated what it meant to have a saintly physique by pulling his arm away from her pull, leaving Ritsuka looking on in astonishment.

"Are you Servant? But the doctor said..."

"I'm not Servant, I'm a traveler who's come from all over the world to find someone. Someone in your Chaldea should be able to tell what I am, but I won't explain any more for now. You should run away if you can. Although Artoria can handle the Knights of the Round Table by herself, the guy inside is coming out soon, so I'm going to help her."

After saying that, Rovey pulled his hand away and rushed back to Artoria's side.

"What kind of riddle teller is this?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked puzzled. She couldn't understand what Rovey meant at all, but judging from his words, he seemed to be an acquaintance of that mysterious senior Artoria.

As for what he said about someone who could recognize him...

At this moment, Dr. Roman was drenched in sweat.

He murmured, his voice trembling slightly, "No, it can't be wrong, it's the Lord's intuition... The God Child has appeared, I've definitely messed up this time..."

"And..."

He quickly touched his fingers to make sure the ring was still under his glove before he breathed a sigh of relief.

For a fleeting moment, he was completely stunned by the familiar gold ring on Rovey's hand.

At this very moment, the battle between Percival and Gawain had reached a fever pitch.

Even without its liberation Lance of Longinus was in no way inferior to Gawain's Excalibur; the difference between the two weapons was negligible.

However, with an absolute value three times that of Gawain, Percival should theoretically be unable to withstand it.

Gawain felt that Percival was on steroids today, with terrifying strength. Every shot he took required his full strength to catch. Although he was still no match for him, he couldn't easily defeat him.

The Earth Angel's greatest strengths lie in its defense and power. Compared to the two fire elemental enchantments and soul damage enhancement that Michael gave to Kay, what it brings to Percival is the most straightforward and unpretentious all-around numerical improvement.

As long as his feet are firmly planted on the ground, Percival's strength and agility will be enhanced, and he will become stronger the more he fights.

Faced with a numerical monster like Gawain, Percival also transformed into a numerical monster to suppress and counter him.

"You actually have a blessing too?" Gawain noticed something was off about Percival.

"That's right! It is a blessing, but my blessing is different from the curse that binds your will. This is a sacred blessing! It comes from the power of angels! So... I will no longer be easily defeated by you, Gawain."

"You... stop talking big! Don't think you can close the gap between us with just a mere blessing!"

Gawain continued to slash with his sword, an angry expression on his face.

"I didn't intend to close the gap, nor did I intend to defeat you. I just needed to... stall you! Sun Knight!!"

"You bastard..."

Just as Gawain was about to say something more, Tristan on the other side was in trouble.

--call out!!

With a flash of golden light, Tristan's body was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the battlefield Gawain and Percival, carrying with it many pebbles.

"Tristan!!"

Upon seeing the disheveled figure of the red-haired Heroic Spirit, Gawain's face showed an expression of disbelief. He never expected that Tristan would be defeated so quickly.

Upon seeing this, Percival exclaimed, "Truly worthy of being called Saint, he so easily defeated Tristan, who possesses blessings and top-tier strength."

"On the other side..."

However, when the two turned their heads to look at the direction where the dust was rising, the two who had been at each other's throats suddenly widened their eyes and showed extremely surprised expressions.

"King, King... King? The Lion King? No, something doesn't feel right..."

Percival found it hard to believe.

"No, no... What's going on? How... how did you get here?"

Gawain was so frightened that his heart began to waver, and he even started to take his steps backward involuntarily.

"Since you are all here, why can't I be here? It's been a long time, Sir Gawain and Lord Percival."

Artoria, holding the white Holy Lance, approached Gawain and Percival with a serious expression; her mood was at its worst.

Gawain finally understood why Tristan had been defeated so quickly, and he was now in a state of panic.

"Don't worry, Percival, this lady isn't the Lion King, nor is she King Arthur, but the real Artoria..."

Rovey appeared behind Artoria, explained to the puzzled Percival.

Upon hearing this, Percival's expression suddenly lit up with joy. Ignoring Gawain, who was completely Gawain, he decisively went to Artoria's side and knelt down heavily.

"Knight Percival greets King Arthur!"

"You've worked hard, Percival." Artoria nodded. After so many years, seeing each other again, she couldn't help but feel a little sentimental and nostalgic.

"However, I am no longer King Arthur; I am now simply Artoria."

"What... what exactly is going on, Saint?"

Because the scene was too complex and the impact too great, Percival crashed and could only look at Rovey.

"Literally speaking, although both chose to wield the Holy Lance, this Artoria exists in human form, while the Lion King represents the divine side."

Rovey explained Artoria's condition, then naturally hid behind her, looking at Gawain, whose mentality had collapsed, with a mocking expression. Tristan had just looked like that.

He was full of energy when fighting himself, but he fell silent when facing Artoria, and didn't even dare to fight back.

The same was true for Gawain, whose hand holding the sword was now trembling.

How am I supposed to fight this?

Faced with Artoria's gaze, he even felt an urge to kneel down.

"Is that so? Then..."

Before Percival could continue speaking, Rovey Projection a giant megaphone and began shouting at Gawain, "Ahem, Knights of the Round Table in the Holy City, listen up! The true King Arthur has returned! Now surrender immediately and join us in defeating the false emperor! Liberate... Camelot! Let the Holy City burn!!"

"What... what should we do?"

At this moment, Gawain and Tristan were completely dumbfounded and had no idea what to do.

Honestly, they'd love to kneel down and follow Artoria right now.

But the Lion King was undoubtedly part of King Arthur, and besides, there was no turning back for them!

"I have no idea."

Even Tristan, who could no longer see anything, couldn't help but waver, despite his already distorted mind.

"Very good, it seems to be working well."

"You... after all these years, you're still as sharp-tongued as ever."

Seeing Gawain and Tristan fall into doubt, Artoria couldn't help but recall her own battle with Rovey. Back then, he had also used the same words to break his own mentality. How similar the current situation was!

Although Gawain and Tristan were no match for her, the Holy Lance she wielded was not at its full power. Because it refused assimilation, it had many limitations and could not be fully unleashed. It was not as easy to use as a sword. It was only because the two of them did not resist that it seemed so powerful.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is going on? How come Camelot would appear in this Singularity? This Singularity feels completely different from what Romani Archaman described."

After taking care of Gawain and Tristan, Artoria gave Rovey a hug and then kissed him, which made Percival and Gawain's eyelids twitch. Tristan was blind and couldn't see anything. Then she asked about the Singularity.

"This Singularity is rather complex; it's practically a fragmented landscape now, with numerous warlords vying for power, and..."

"[You can talk about what you need to do later! I sense an extremely terrifying magical force approaching! Get out of there immediately!]" Dr. Roman hurriedly reminded them, looking at the scarlet numbers displayed on the indicator.

"Leave?"

Upon hearing Roman's voice, Rovey's expression changed slightly, while Artoria seemed unaware of what he was referring to.

But the next moment—

Boom!!!!

The once flat ground suddenly turned into a deep crater, and the Purification Knights were all blasted into pieces by this golden light.

Even though Rovey had anticipated this and made preparations beforehand, pinning Artoria down at the last moment and using Magecraft to block most of the damage, taking a direct hit from the Holy Lance at point-blank range was still too risky.

He was relieved that Ritsuka and Mash hadn't come; otherwise, even with him mitigating most of the power, the attack would have been extremely painful.

"Cough cough... They really show no mercy. It's one thing to punish the Purification Knights, but even with Gawain and Tristan within range, they still resolutely unleashed the Holy Lance... How cold-blooded."

As Rovey was reminiscing, his palm seemed to touch something soft. Because the touch was so pleasant, he subconsciously squeezed it twice.

'So soft.'

"How long do you intend to keep touching me?"

"Ah?"

Looking down, Rovey saw Artoria's emerald eyes staring at him, and his hand had just brushed against her...

"Thank you for the treat... No, that's really rude of me, I'm so sorry!!"

"Idiot, I'm not blaming you. If you really want to... never mind, we'll talk about it later. Instead of overthinking... let's finish what's in front of us first."

"Good."

After the sand and smog settled, Rovey rose from the dust and used his hands to support himself as he stood up, his body which had been lying on top of Artoria in a terrible position.

He was about to grasp Artori's hand as she lay on the ground to help her up when he saw a very ominous figure.

"Why did the chosen one refuse my invitation?"

The Storm King, the Lion King, stood before Rovey, his Holy Lance gleaming with dazzling light.

"I can give up anything, but you... I absolutely cannot leave."

At this moment, her gaze was incredibly firm, with only Rovey in her eyes, and she even completely ignored Artoria had just stood up.

Chapter 195 The Lion King's Invitation

—Boom!!

A location not far from the outer edge of the Camelot.

A blinding golden beam of light fell without warning, followed by an unparalleled surge of power rising from the ground.

In an instant, the whole world fell silent.

Ritsuka and Mash, who were leading the refugees away in the distance, were also thrown back by the sudden divine punishment that descended from the sky, and their current situation is still unknown.

Storms and thunder followed.

"Chosen One, why have you refused my invitation?"

Thick smoke billowed and surged across the ravaged battlefield, as if the ancient chaos had returned. The Lion King, the Storm King, who had not appeared for a long time, stepped out from this apocalyptic scene. Each step felt like stepping on the heart, and the earth trembled slightly.

In the blink of an eye, her figure and the white horse stood before Rovey. Beneath the pure white lion helmet, a terrifying aura surged, and then began to walk towards him step by step with an oppressive force that seemed to suffocate him.

"..."

There's no need for any external explanations or analysis. Just looking at the magic and aura, the enemy before us is far beyond human imagination. It's an existence unimaginable in the human realm, an enemy that touches upon the realm of gods.

During their first encounter, Rovey realized that the Lion King wielding the Holy Lance was in a completely different state—a unique being entirely unlike deities who had been demoted to Servant or mediums like Aiwass. She was a genuine goddess, specifically the chief goddess of the Wild Hunt and the Storm Goddess in the Northern Europe and Celtic mythology. She was modeled after King Arthur's doom, embodying the 'Wild Hunt' and 'storm' celebrated by various unique beings, including Celtic Mythology, Northern Europe, and Odin.

It doesn't necessarily have to be about how amazing the scale of her Spirit Origin is or how grand her performance is, because she herself is a moving anomaly, and at this moment the entire Singularity exists because of her.

Due to the unique nature of her inherent power, all derivative Magecraft based on Northern Europe and Celtic Mythology is ineffective against her. Furthermore, she possesses extremely high magical resistance and regenerative abilities; even if she were to withstand several Age of Gods of her own grand Magecraft, it would be of negligible harm to her. Unless countered with equally powerful mysticism and strength, it would be completely ineffective.

Don't be fooled by Ozymandias's constant talk about how insignificant the Lion King is; he actually knows better than anyone how terrifying the Supreme God is. Otherwise, the other side wouldn't have been so hesitant to send troops.

However, none of this had anything to do with Rovey, who was all too familiar with this goddess.