The Complete Realm

Zealot fumbled for two daggers and stirred up a sandstorm in the city.

"Master, can I...?"

"No! Anyway, it's up to you. Remember, his blessing is [Reversal]. Don't use the poison he died from in his previous life to deal with him. Other than that, just be careful."

Seeing Serenity place her hand on her chest and lean in for a kiss, Rovey raised an eyebrow slightly, then led Lancelot, who was looking on with envy, and Bedivere, who was smiling without saying a word, forward.

"..."

Hundred-Faced Hassan, Cursed-Arm Hassan, and the Zealot looked at the Serenity Hassan was not reciting his opening remarks properly and had the mood to do such a thing, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Have you made enough of a scene? Serenity."

"Hehe, okay, I'm ready too."

Serenity Hassan gave a playful smile, then winked at the other three before joining the battle.

"Then, let's begin! The reversed Knights of the Round Table — Tristan!!"

"We can forgive anyone, but you! You executioner who killed thousands of our compatriots, we will make you pay the price!!"

"Oh dear? Did I do something to anger you? Why do you hate me so much? Ah, how sad. I was just helping those who didn't pass the selection to get rid of their troubles. It seems you don't understand at all."

"However, your burning anger cannot change the final outcome. Your fragile bodies are so easily broken, and all I can do is sever your four heads so that all of you Hassan can be reunited."

Tristan placed his fingers on the bowstring, and his magical power erupted continuously. Then, several invisible sonic blades shot out without warning.

On the main battlefield, a massive army, including the Pharaoh's Sand Sphinx, is advancing towards Camelot from the west.

"Sanzang, are you alright?"

Tawara Touta, who had just knocked down three fortresses in succession and was now extremely weak, still insisted on coming here to participate in the Sanzang, and asked as he walked.

"It's alright, my mission is not yet complete..."

Meanwhile, at the very front of the column, Gaheris and Bors were frantically leading their army forward to complete the final support rendezvous.

Mash and Ritsuka, who had just woken up in the rear, also picked up the shield that Rovey had used as a frisbee in a corner of the battlefield under Dr. Roman's command and continued to advance.

Meanwhile, the invincible Sir Gawain remained in Kai's Magic House, experiencing the pain of being constantly killed.

Despite being covered in blood, Percival remained steadfast in his defense of Camelot's gates, piercing through any of the Purification Knights who attempted to enter and provide support.

Hassan are entangled with Tristan.

Carrying two Holy Lance on her back, Artoria began to rely on her past memories to make her way to the royal palace.

Meanwhile, Rovey and the others split up. Lancelot and Bedivere were tasked with knocking on the door of Agravaine's command post to offer their support, while Rovey continued on to the palace.

At this moment, Nitocris was hurrying along while examining herself in the mirror, gazing at another battlefield in the distance.

Inside the pyramid Ozymandias and Arash, realizing the Holy City had fallen, smiled with joy. At the same time, they sensed something amiss, began to channel the magic within the pyramid, and drew their bows to meet their opponents.

Now that things have come to this, everyone has their own work and goals, and they are all trying their best to move forward, except for Mordred, who remains isolated on the cliff.

"Go, or not go, go, or not go, go? No... Ughhhh! Should I go or not?!"

Chapter 216 The Perfect Realm

"Get out of here."

A calm voice slowly rose.

Boom—!!

A deafening roar followed, accompanied by a slight surge of magic. Soon, the Purification Knights blocking the way lost his ability to move and was transformed into a massive suit of steel armor, which fell to the ground in pieces. Even the core inside was quickly disintegrated by the chaotic magic injected into it. However, the huge steel figures continued to surge in from all directions like a tide.

"There are more than expected. It seems that Agravaine has exhausted all his tricks."

With precise control of his magic, he used several spells to eliminate all the attacking Purification Knights. The steps were now littered with the fallen parts of the Purification Knights. After slightly adjusting his internal energy, Rovey continued to move forward along the steps.

After breaking the cane that had consumed countless efforts with his own hands, all that Rovey could use were the spells he had accumulated and learned over such a long period of time. Whether it was from Christianity, Northern Europe mythology, alchemy, or modern Western Magecraft, he had mastered them all, but none of them were considered the only path. Now, all the more than 100,000 spells he had mastered were ready to be used in their respective situations.

However, due to the loss of the powerful amplification from the core staff, these Magecraft could no longer be used as before, allowing them to be unleashed with near-A-rank Noble Phantasm power, and to make their combat strength comparable to that of Lightning-rank Servant like Ozymandias and Gilgamesh.

Although the damage to his cane was a great pity for Rovey, he had no other choice at the time. Being able to save the world in his own way was a kind of luck in itself, and more importantly...

'While bearing those sins with my own body, I also absorbed a continuous stream of human faith, the life force contained within the Astral Soul of the dead, and the powerful magic of this land...'

Rovey clenched his fists and silently savored the wonderful feeling of gradual liberation he was experiencing.

'At this moment, I can feel that I, who absorbed sin, life force, and faith, have become very strong, extremely strong, and stronger than I have ever been in my life, the closest I have ever come to the so-called limit...'

'Now I'm very interested to know whether my current power... can compare to that of the strongest god of this era?'

'However—comparable? Hmph, perhaps my current state of mind alone has already far surpassed that goddess!'

"... Then let's give it a try."

Rovey slowly looked at his ordinary hands, then gazed firmly into the distance.

"That intruder hasn't been eliminated yet! Quickly, send more reinforcements; we must stop him here!"

"—Yes, eliminate the intruders immediately!"

Meanwhile, under Agravaine's orders, more Purification Knights had been lying in ambush along the only route to the palace, began to emerge from different corners, drawing their weapons and approaching the intruder, Rovey.

Clearly, Agravaine had already prepared for the possibility of Gawain's defeat and Camelot's fall. In addition to Tristan, he still stationed a force near the palace that would make anyone question their existence. Moreover, these hundreds of Purification Knights were his personal guard, blessed by the Lion King and modified by his multiple Magecraft. Once they were gathered together, even Gawain would have a hard time easily eliminating them. This was his last line of defense.

However--

"Is it still all this scrap metal? Meaningless toys should leave this battlefield. The battle that follows is beyond your control..."

With a soft sigh, Rovey began to walk, no longer restricting the three distinct powers within him, and began to try to use them.

"The first type."

He raised his fingers to catch the greatsword that was about to fall, and with a casual movement, the foremost Purification Knights was sent flying backward. At the same time, his armor was covered with dense runes, which crashed into the Purification Knights behind him, causing a loud and ear-piercing explosion.

Boom—!!

In an instant, with just a casual gesture and a push, the seemingly invincible knight formation was shattered.

With just a thought, in the blink of an eye, he had already leaped to the power of a top-tier Servant (Lancelot)...

And he can go even further...

There exists a special kind of interaction between humanity and the earth, Heaven and hell, and soul and magic.

This personal experience has allowed me to feel that unique kind of relationship.

The boundary has been crossed, and perhaps I really can take another step forward.

However, one thing is certain: at this moment, I seem to have truly heard the voice of heaven, and I seem to have truly understood the "end" of the demonic path in this world, just like the enlightenment that Buddha feels in the last moment before becoming a Buddha.

Now, I will win.

Because there is absolutely no reason to fail.

Even if the opponent is the Lion King, it will be no exception.

"Then come and warm up with me... consider it a rehearsal before the final battle."

With the restrictions lifted and his tactics changed, Rovey raised his palm, smiling as he walked into the encirclement of countless steel knights.

"Target approaching, proceed with immediate annihilation—!!"

Not for a moment did he feel sad about the dozen or so Purification Knights who had just been sent flying. More Purification Knights raised their weapons and surrounded Rovey, but he still walked confidently and steadily along the trajectory of the Purification Knights' attack to their side and extended his palm.

Unlike the Purification Knights outside, these knights guarding the palace were the last line of defense. Therefore, Agravaine's special enhancements filled in any gaps that had previously existed between them. Their bodies were tightly connected, as if they were made of nature, without any flaws. They could only be broken by powerful external forces.

If the Mountain People come in encounter them, it will surely be another painful massacre.

Therefore, this needs to be addressed; we can't let any more people bleed.

However, although these Purification Knights appeared to be without flaws, they were not truly without them.

"I saw it very clearly."

His calm eyes, like a still lake, quietly reflected everything about these Purification Knights. He could see the subtle, yet still present, cracks in their clothing.

At this moment, Rovey's eyes were like the legendary Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, reflecting everything before him. He could easily see the flaws in these metal-clad creatures, and...

A hand bypassed the attack and then landed firmly on the arm of a Purification Knights, followed by a gentle twist.

Click!

Although it was just a casual grab, Rovey's attack seemed to strike right into the heart of the Purification Knights. In the instant the steel twisted, he firmly broke off the Purification Knights's arm. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed the head of another Purification Knights and unscrewed it completely, like twisting off a bottle cap.

"Next."

"Kill him—!!!"

Amidst the shouts and blades of the Purification Knights, the same footwork unfolded, and in the blink of an eye, the cores of two Purification Knights were shattered before they could defend themselves.

"Your turn."

Another hand pierced through the chest of the Purification Knights.

"Next."

"Next."

"Next, next, next!!"

Click click click click click—!

The sound of steel breaking echoed continuously, and nearly half of the once fierce-looking Purification Knights had been reduced to scattered parts on the ground.

"Haha, all done."

Rovey continued forward, and now he was less than a kilometer away from the palace.

The remaining Purification Knights numbered only about a hundred.

The process just now was roughly...

In just thirty seconds, nothing extraordinary, yet with lightning speed, he twisted off the arms or heads of more than two hundred Purification Knights in the arena.

"What... what exactly happened?"

"How could he? How could he possibly kill so many Purification Knights?!"

At this moment, Agravaine and his knights, who were far away in the command room, were completely dumbfounded.

"You, you, did you see when he made his move?"

"I can't see it..."

They began to whisper among themselves, their eyes wide with disbelief, while Agravaine, Servant, looked even more horrified than they did.

He saw it...

But why does it feel so... ordinary... not amazing at all? So why was it able to easily take down hundreds of Purification Knights?!

"This guy... is not simple, definitely not simple! His strength is not reflected in his physical size, but in something much deeper... his realm?!"

Inside the palace, the Lion King, who had also noticed what was happening outside, slowly opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the figure outside who had effortlessly dealt with hundreds of Purification Knights.

"He's improved since our last fight..."

With precise and flawless control, every move was executed with perfect ease; even a god would find it difficult to achieve such a flawless performance.

In other words, has his level of attainment reached the realm of gods?

A complex look appeared in the Lion King's eyes.

"No, we can't let him get any closer! In his current state, he might actually pose a threat to the King! Quickly inform Tristan to stop fighting those Hassan and immediately lead all the knights to stop this guy—whoa!!"

In the command center, seeing such a bizarre scene, Agravaine was about to give an order, but the explosion that followed interrupted him from his words.

Swish—!!

With two descending sword beams, the door to the command room was smoothly sliced open from the outside, and the knights accompanying them fell to the ground.

"What is this...?!"

Just as he was looking at him in disbelief, two figures rushed in at lightning speed, wielding their swords and slicing through the dust in front of them.