Knights of the Round Table

Amon's Love!

Holy Lance, compress.

Boom!!

A massive torrent of magical energy howled across the sky, tearing through the clouds and vaporizing the earth.

*!!*

Before such a clash of magical power, Li Ye himself seemed utterly powerless, yet he felt no fear.

His gem-like Mystic Eyes stared unblinkingly at the immense torrent. He saw death.

"I can see it!"

Even in such a pure torrent of magical energy, Li Ye could see the Lines of Death!

In other words, as long as Li Ye could withstand the initial heat, he could kill the torrent with a single strike!

This is the Eyes of Death Perception—the power to kill anything!

The torrent dissipated.

The composite temple in the sky departed amid laughter.

The brief clash between the Sun King and the Lion King ended with the Lion King holding the upper hand.

"Sun King, not bad."

The Lion King's expression remained unchanged. She did not stop the temple from leaving, instead riding her white horse down the barren mountain toward the Holy City that had been reduced to flat ground.

Li Ye followed closely behind, cautiously making sure his black horse found secure footing before jumping down.

More than ten minutes later.

The Lion King and Li Ye arrived at the ruins of the Holy City. Half an hour ago, this place had still been a magnificent city. Now, only wreckage remained.

"My King, we no longer have the manpower to build Camelot."

After sweeping his gaze across the ruins and confirming there was not a single survivor, Li Ye spoke with slight helplessness.

If the Lion King had not used this method of wiping everyone out in one stroke, but had instead carried out a decapitation operation, they could at least have left behind a group of Crusaders to serve as laborers and build the city.

Now, apart from the portion of the Crusaders who had already been incinerated elsewhere, not a single person remained.

At that moment, Li Ye noticed the Lion King dismounting. He hurriedly followed suit and asked, "My King, what are you...?"

"Summon my knights—the Twelve Round Tables!"

The Lion King raised her hand, and magical energy surged forth, rapidly reconstructing the Heroic Spirit Summoning Circle that had once appeared amid the ruins of Jerusalem.

Seeing this, Li Ye immediately fell silent and quietly watched the Lion King construct the Heroic Spirit Summoning Circle.

The next second, the Lion King's ethereal, emotionless voice resounded through the heavens.

"I proclaim:

Thy body shall be under me, and my fate shall be in thy sword;

Answer my summons;

If thou wouldst submit to this will and this truth, then answer;

Hereby I swear,

I shall be one who accomplishes all the good in the world;

I shall be one who conveys all the evil in the world;

Thou, clad in the seven heavens of the three great words of power,

Cross the Wheel of Restraint and appear!

Guardian of the Scales!"

Boom!!!

A burst of magical energy comparable to the release of the Holy Lance exploded outward, directly blasting Li Ye back several steps and making it impossible for him to look straight ahead.

As the magical energy dispersed, Li Ye saw more than a dozen knights kneeling on one knee, honoring the Lion King!

These are the Knights of the Round Table?!

Li Ye instinctively held his breath. The difference between a game and reality was incomparable. Every Knight of the Round Table standing there gave him the pressure of someone who could take his life.

"Lord Agravain, Lord Lancelot, Lord Gawain, Lord Tristan... It has been a long time."

The Lion King called out the true names of the Knights of the Round Table one by one, prompting them to raise their heads and meet her gaze.

"My King—"

Upon seeing their king as she was now, quite a few knights froze and could not help speaking up.

The Lion King's indifferent gaze swept across the Knights of the Round Table.

"Before that king who seeks to Incinerate Humanity, I intend to establish the world of the Tower of End, select noble souls fit to remain in the future, preserve them, turn them into records, and grant them eternity.

Will you all lend me your strength?"

The Lion King's cold words brushed past the ears of the Knights of the Round Table, instantly changing their expressions.

Her words were filled with unquestionable force.

"My King! Is this not too heartless?"

"I am willing to lend My King my strength!"

A divide emerged.

There were knights who would remain absolutely loyal and knights who did not agree with the Lion King's ideals.

"Since you cannot agree, then duel. Kill the other side, and the victors shall choose whether to stay or leave."

The Lion King did not try to persuade the knights who disagreed with her. She straightforwardly ordered the Knights of the Round Table into a deathmatch, with the winners deciding everything.

"I shall give you some time to consider."

The Lion King turned and left, leaving only Li Ye and the Knights of the Round Table behind.

"Yo! Greetings, seniors!" Li Ye tried to fit in with what he believed was a perfectly natural greeting.

"Who are you?" Gawain, his golden hair as fierce as a lion's mane, stood and demanded.

He did not recognize Li Ye, this outsider. Even standing beside the current Lion King was nowhere near enough to earn Li Ye the recognition of the Knights of the Round Table!

"Are you a knight of the current king?" Agravain, his expression gloomy, continuously sized Li Ye up. He sensed a familiar aura from him.

It was the aura of the king's Dragon Blood!

"Of course. This junior has only recently become a knight. I offer my loyalty to the Lion King. Everything is for the salvation of humanity that we seek." Li Ye brushed a hand over his chest, his confident gaze passing over each of the Knights of the Round Table.

By then, quite a few knights had already dispersed. Those whose hearts were torn by conflict had no interest in paying attention to Li Ye, a newcomer.

"Huh? A knight of Father's? What makes you worthy?"

A dissatisfied voice sounded as a girl who resembled the Lion King stepped forward.

Mordred, the Rebel Knight.

Li Ye recognized the famous Rebel Knight at a glance. Through Mordred, he also gained some understanding of the Lion King's girlish appearance.

She was the absolute image of a perfect Western maiden, and the heroic air between her brows was unforgettable.

At that moment, Agravain's expression turned solemn, his tone filled with indisputable force. "Since you are a knight, one who has offered loyalty to the king, how can you remain uninvolved?"

"Eh?"

Li Ye immediately had a bad feeling. He suddenly felt that perhaps he should have waited until they were finished before coming over to speak.

Twenty minutes later,

The Lion King returned, her cold gaze sweeping across the Knights of the Round Table. "Have you all reached a decision?"

Clang!

Blades left their sheaths. This was the best answer the opposing knights could give the Lion King.

Cold and murderous.

That was Li Ye's only assessment of the silent deathmatch before him, one he had been forced to join.

Heroic Spirits from ages past had gained a second life, only to raise their weapons against their comrades once again.

So why do I have to fight too?!

With no way left to retreat, Li Ye worked hard to regulate his breathing. Having declared his loyalty to the Lion King, his stance had been clear from the very beginning.

He belonged to the faction that absolutely supported the Lion King.

And so, he had a reason to take part in this deathmatch as well.

The knights opposing him were Lamorak, Percival, Kay, Gareth, and Palamedes.

The Knights of the Round Table on his side were Agravain, Lancelot, Gawain, Mordred, and Tristan.

Although the overwhelmingly powerful Knights of the Round Table were all on his side, Li Ye truly had no confidence in facing those battle-hardened knights. It was not only the disparity in physical ability, but also the gap in experience.

The battles Li Ye had experienced since making his debut were nothing more than childish scuffles in these people's eyes, utterly beneath mention.

Battle was about to erupt, yet Li Ye quietly retreated behind the others, waiting for an opportunity.

"It's coming!!"

Boom!!

Surging magical energy soared into the sky. The Heroic Spirits from ages past clashed once more, and the collision of sword against sword also represented the conflict of ideals!