Chapter 437

"Yes, that must be it."

"Why..."

Kama, with his head bowed, blinked, feeling his face turn even redder, to the point that he no longer dared to raise his head.

Rather than being happy, it's more like not knowing how to respond.

Putting aside the fact that I actually traded my precious Grand for such a mythical reenactment, even if I wanted to cherish this relationship for a little longer, I should have prioritized resolving the current Singularity's problems. For Kavia, that wasn't the highest priority; resolving the disaster was. I seem to have been too self-centered. The old man only gave it to me because of Kavia, and I've done something wrong...

Novia is only saying this because of Charlemagne; after all, given his personality, it's not surprising that he would use such an excuse to make himself feel better.

"Hmm, only five days have passed; it's still a long way from a hundred years."

Novia suddenly muttered to herself.

The volume was so low that almost no one could hear it, but for Kama, who was right next to him, it was loud enough to hear clearly.

The frankness of the speech made Love God feel very hot all over, which is probably the reason for this Singularity.

"Let's fulfill this duty later, Kama."

After saying this, he cupped Kama's face, which had just bowed its head, in his hands, and said, "That means there are still 36,545 days left."

"You said it yourself, I don't agree."

Kama smiled happily.

Ah, since that's the case, then I'll gratefully accept my love, thought Love God.

Chapter 459 The One Who Possesses the True Holy Grail.

"I have summoned you all because your strength is essential to the plan."

"Even if I could annihilate the enemy alone, I couldn't carry out the Holy Selection. I need knights who can act as my brothers."

"But--"

Jerusalem.

That city, so striking amidst the desolation of the wilderness, could be described as 'Divinity'.

Although the differences between the city and the city are not as extreme as those between Magecraft and True Magic, they are a watershed that divides beings into beings more heterogeneous than humans and beasts. Due to its Faith, its importance among various religious sects, the mystery of the former Judea Province, and its subsequent reconstruction by the Roman Empire, this Holy City has been given a Divinity name.

Earlier, just before Richard the Lionheart and Charlemagne were about to enter Jerusalem, on a high point on the outskirts of Jerusalem, a tall woman with golden hair and gleaming yellow-green eyes, dressed in clean white armor and holding a long spear, made such a declaration.

Before her stood all the Knights of the Round Table, making the woman's identity quite clear: in some world, the former Artoria, who should have died, was unable to do so for some reason and was corrupted by the special properties of another Divine Construct she possessed, ultimately becoming "a spirit wandering the world wielding the Holy Lance."

No, at this moment she can no longer be called the Ideal King, but rather the Holy Lance itself, the divine personification of the Holy Lance.

The Goddess Rhongomyniad— that is the true name that belongs to this so-called Lion King.

However, to all the Knights of the Round Table she has summoned, she remains the Great Queen to whom they should serve until the end of Human Order.

"I understand that this behavior is incompatible with your creed."

Percival looked directly into the eyes of the king with a calm expression.

In those eyes that had become divine, one could not sense a trace of the faith that once belonged to a king, only a pure and reckless belief.

Seeing those eyes, Percival, the heir to the Holy Lance, was absolutely certain—

This 'king' is indeed different from the kings he knows, but there is no doubt that he genuinely likes humans, even to the point of loving them.

But Percival also understood that what this 'King' was about to do was far from benevolent. However, even though the Knights of the Circle knew this, a considerable number of them would still support the King. There was no other reason than that she was Ideal King for Britain and for the people of Britain.

"You can obey me, leave me, or join forces here to defeat me."

Give me your Answer at sunset; that's all the time I can wait.

After summoning the Knights of the Round Table, the Goddess Rhongomyniad told them that even though Britain had fallen, she still wanted to Protection the people. To do this, she needed to recreate the White Chalk City Camelot to select those who could preserve Human Order and ensure its survival in the face of imminent destruction.

In fact, from the Lion King's perspective, humanity had no Future under the Human Order Incineration, and since she was no match for Goetia, who was also Human Order Incineration Formula, she believed from a divine perspective that even if some people were kept, it would be a continuation of humanity, so that nothing would be left. Her actions were like the Sands of Sion Osiris's Sand.

Humanity is doomed to perish, so using some people as specimens before that happens can be seen as a roundabout way to save humanity.

However, there is a problem with this: as long as there are still people struggling, there is no complete loss of hope.

However, the Lion King was a god, not a human, and therefore would not understand this principle.

The dust-laden air was surprisingly refreshing amidst this unprecedented atmosphere of conflict. If it were even slightly hotter, the air would be unmistakably thick with heat. And in this perplexing atmosphere, the Sun gradually set, and sunset was fast approaching.

Standing to the left of the Lion King are the Knights of the Round Table, led by Gawain, who stand firmly on the King's side; to the right are the Knights of the Round Table, led by Percival. Soon, these people, who were once as close as brothers, will begin a bloody infighting.

Completely unable to accept this king, the knight raised the banner of rebellion for the sake of loyalty, fighting against this king to Protection the honor of the king in his memory, and was about to be killed by the Round Table formed by Gawain and his companions.

"To achieve a pure white, thousand-year-old Kingdom, this is my own justice..."

The Excalibur Galatine that Gawain wields is a sister sword bestowed upon him by the Lady of the Lake. It has a Sun Shemesh -like sword housed in its hilt. If the battle had not begun at sunset, the Gawain on Gawain during the day would have been constantly increasing, and his mere aura would have been an attack of near-despair and fear.

However, their opponent, Percival, the inheritor of the Holy Lance, though unable to gain the upper hand in strength, was a noble knight who would never admit defeat.

As the two sides, having already decided to engage in a bloody battle before the Lion King's eyes...

"Okay, that's enough for now..."

Just as the Knights of the Round Table were about to take their respective actions...

The slightly immature voice of a silver-haired girl leading a goat and wearing a hood echoed throughout the place where a conflict was about to erupt.

"... Huh?"

A moment after the girl spoke, the Lion King instinctively let out a surprised sound, because under his imposing aura, despite the intense heat of the area, an unforgettable cool sensation traveled through his skin, especially triggering the Lion King's instinctive wariness.

"Hey! Let's go to court, to the Divine Court!"

The silver-haired girl raised the sword at her waist, pointing it at Jerusalem. "Molay, who accidentally spoke his mind? The last Grand Master of the Temple Order of Knights! Nominally, yes, but I was not only forced to shoulder all sorts of responsibilities, but I was also unjustly burned at the stake. So it's not unavoidable that I've been 'innocent'd like this by some sticky Heresy."

"The Temple Order of Knights..."

"Yes, yes, what makes me appear in this Heresy form are the despicable and envious people, the cowardly Pope, the king whose only virtues are beauty and Greed, and my own weakness."

Molay nodded to himself, then casually and with a smile called out again, "I'm one of the men under the great Richard the Lionheart, you can't just kill me like that, hee hee."

"... What is the purpose of your visit here?"

Gawain frowned. "And who is Richard the Lionheart?"

"Hehehe? Richard would be very hurt if he heard that~ After all, he's a huge fan of the Knights of the Round Table King Arthur, the Wandering King has spent his whole life searching for your traces..."

Molay's voice sounded both innocent and utterly insane, "You're going to attack Jerusalem anyway, right? In that case, why not go inside Jerusalem first and discuss it with my king? After all, massacring innocent civilians in the Holy Land who have nothing to do with the war is a necessary evil you're about to commit."

Everyone fell silent, unsure how to respond to Molay's words, and even the Lion King himself remained silent.

This is something the Lion King has already said: the new White Chalk City of Camelot cannot accept everyone, only the chosen ones; therefore, killing is inevitable.

"Seriously, seriously, are you all keeping quiet because you think I'm a Molay? Oh dear, Molay almost forgot, I'm no different from a clown. I calmly stood on the fire without crying or screaming in pain! It's a pity the Crowd didn't laugh out loud..."

As he spoke, Molay raised a hand towards the Lion King, "And you, White Queen over there! Don't think I don't know the Holy Grail is with you!"

The Holy Grail is the only miracle that is also infinite.

Legend has it that it was a remnant of the divine world.

The Holy Grail that Molay spoke of was not the 'seed' planted by the Sorcerer King in various Singularity, but the true Holy Grail belonging to the Savior.

Indeed, the Goddess Rhongomyniad, who appeared in the Sixth Singularity, possesses the true Holy Grail, the true Cup of Savior.

Molay's words finally elicited a reaction from the Lion King Goddess, who frowned.

"Jacques de Molay, the last Grand Master of the Temple Order of Knights, a knight brutally slaughtered—so what?"

"Oh dear, that's quite unexpected. The one who truly possesses the Holy Grail."

Molay ignored the Lion King's surging Od pressure and the threat posed by the All Creation white dots scattered across the Twilight sky— the Holy Lance strike.

"Faced with the Human Order Incineration, even with the true Holy Grail, you are powerless. Since that's the case, why not have a talk with 'God' in Jerusalem? With your Holy Grail, plus my 'God,' hehe, you should understand quite well, right?"

Upon hearing this, the Knights of the Circle all frowned in unison, for they all understood that the god Molay, as a believer, spoke of was the One and Only God, the one Galahad returned the Holy Grail to... But if that were true, why go through all this trouble?

However, compared to the Goddess Rhongomyniad wandered aimlessly in the world, she believed that Molay must have found the remains of some people who were regarded as representatives of 'gods' in secular legends, just like herself.

So, who could it be?

The instinct of the Rhongomyniad made him subconsciously recall the man from his memories of the first century who fought against an enemy threatening the Planet.

If it were him, he would surely have been able to defeat Goetia, because in a sense, the demon who occupied Jerusalem at that time was a conceptually superior being to Goetia; the so-called King of Antichrist was just like that.

In other words, it's highly likely that Molay found that person's remains?

Then they want me to offer the real Holy Grail within it, to create what is called 'God'...?

The Lion King understood that even if that were true, the so-called 'god' was nothing more than the Holy Grail with Novia's memories. Although somewhat disappointed, he believed that if he could defeat the Sorcerer King, resolve the Human Order Incineration, and save humanity, then that person, given his personality, would not blame him.

Therefore, the Lion King nodded without any expression.

"Can--"

Then.

"I dedicate this victory and this joy to my Deity!"

Immediately after leading the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table into Jerusalem, Molay knelt down in worship.

It's far too dramatic—and what's frightening is that this young girl kneels down with what seems like genuine emotion from the bottom of her heart.

It was almost like a fanatical believer praying to God.

"Huh..."

This sudden announcement left the Lion King with no time to be surprised.

Because the once pristine and holy Silver Holy City outside the city was now enveloped in a dense, green mist that resembled tangible mud.

"Something's wrong! Protect the King!"

As Gawain shouted, something unknown expanded within the green mist, then surged forth in one breath—

As the smoke cleared, the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table discovered that the interior of Jerusalem was surrounded by numerous enormous Egg filled with a murky green liquid.

And in front of Molay was a portrait of a creature with horrifying body parts, slimy black tentacles, a mouth dripping with mucus, or twisted short legs with black hooves at the ends that could barely be called "sheep" hooves.

"Gareth! Get down right now!"

"Tristan! Mordred! Come here!"

Lancelot, Gawain, and Percival were the first to confront the Green Eggs.

The Egg, covered in a murky green liquid, released a scorching Od energy that shattered everyone's defenses. In the blink of an eye, it seemed to dissolve into the air and disappeared from sight.

"... The Od of pure pollution, no, is it just a concept?"

The Lion King wiped the odorless green liquid clinging to his arm with his fingers and said this.

This aura is not something possessed by any pantheon on this Planet; it comes from outside, from an 'Outer God' sealed off by the Planet.

Thus, by simply using the Holy Lance, which can limit the end of the world, and the power of the Holy Grail, it can be driven away.

When the Lion King made this judgment and acted accordingly—

"... huge...?"

Just as the Lion King was about to draw his Holy Lance at the edge of the world, he heard a fierce sound coming from afar, like the stomping of a giant beast on the earth.

As the landscape gradually turns green, the mind is crushed before the body.

Unbeknownst to them, the surroundings were no longer the enclosed greenery, but rather the bustling streets of the Holy City. The Knights of the Round Table, who had been resisting, all fell into a coma, and green Egg gradually appeared around each of them.

Except for the Lion King, who was still barely conscious, her breathing, strength, and drive all relaxed at this moment.

Only now did she realize the reason why, by her very nature, she was able to remember that human.

Because the first person to be pulled out by the terrifying force to support him was himself, who was located in Britain.

She suddenly realized that this was indeed a 'god,' albeit Outer God.

A single 'Rhongomyniad' won't work; it requires all the Pillar of Light on the entire Planet to be combined into one prescription for it to be effective.

There was nothing that could be done, because this was the moment when Human Order Incineration, and the Planet was at its weakest. Even He Himself was born and manifested because of this calamity of Human Order Incineration. Once He was given a place in that Planet, He would be unable to stop disorder and blindness from taking root in the hearts of all things.

"I feel a sense of nostalgia, a deep sense of nostalgia, and, ah... so that's how it is..."

Thus, the Goddess Rhongomyniad also fell into the Cradle Jerusalem that Molay had created to welcome something.

She and her Knights of the Round Table were not the first; Richard the Lionheart and Charlemagne, who had arrived here not long before, also suffered the same fate. However, Charlemagne managed to escape Jerusalem at the last moment thanks to his strong willpower, which was also due to the fact that this cradle was not yet fully developed at that time.

Afterwards, sensing the anomaly of this Singularity, Molay pretended to be a Servant summoned by Human Order to assist Chaldea, tricking Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash into going to Jerusalem, making this last human Master the cradle of a new 'god'—