Knights of the Round Table

"Amon's Love!"

"Holy Lance, compress."

BOOM!!

A torrent of immense magical power roared across the sky, tearing through the clouds and vaporizing the land.

'!!'

Facing such a clash of magic, Li Ye felt utterly powerless, yet he felt no fear.

His gem-like magical eyes stared intently at the massive torrent, and he saw death.

"I can see it!"

Even with this pure torrent of magic, Li Ye could see the lines of death!

This meant that as long as Li Ye could withstand the initial heat, he could kill the torrent with a single blow!

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

The torrent dissipated.

The composite temple in the sky departed amidst laughter.

The brief clash between the Sun King and the Lion King concluded with the Lion King emerging superior.

"Sun King, well done."

The Lion King's expression remained unchanged. She did not stop the temple's departure but instead leaped down from the barren mountain on her white horse, heading towards the Holy City, which had been razed to the ground.

Li Ye followed closely, carefully guiding his black horse to find stable footing before jumping down.

Ten-odd minutes later.

The Lion King and Li Ye arrived at the ruins of the Holy City. Half an hour ago, this had been a magnificent metropolis; now, only wreckage remained.

"My King, we don't have the manpower to establish Camelot now."

Li Ye swept his gaze across the ruins, confirming that no one was alive, and said with slight helplessness.

If the Lion King had opted for a decapitation strike instead of this all-out annihilation, they could have at least preserved some Crusaders to serve as labor for building the city.

Now, apart from the Crusaders who were out burning things, not a single person remained.

At this moment, Li Ye noticed the Lion King dismount and quickly followed suit, asking, "My King, what are you doing?"

"Summoning my knights, the Twelve Round Tables!"

The Lion King raised her hand, and magic surged out, rapidly reconstructing the Heroic Spirit summoning circle that had once appeared in the ruins of Jerusalem.

Seeing this, Li Ye immediately fell silent, quietly watching the Lion King construct the Heroic Spirit summoning circle.

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

"I declare:

Your body is my charge, and my sword is your bond;

With my summon, If you heed this call and this reason, then answer;

Here I swear, I am the one who does all the good in the world;

I am the one who transmits all the evil in the world;

You are the Seven Heavens cloaked in the three great words of power;

Appear, crossing the Wheel of Inhibition!

Guardian of the Scales!"

BOOM!!!

A magical fluctuation comparable to the Holy Lance's liberation exploded forth, directly blowing Li Ye back several steps, making it impossible to look directly.

As the magic dissipated, Li Ye saw over a dozen knights kneeling on one knee, facing the Lion King!

'These are the Knights of the Round Table?!'

Li Ye instinctively held his breath. The difference between the game and reality was immeasurable. Each Knight of the Round Table present exerted a pressure that made him feel as though any one of them could kill him!

"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, allowing them to look up and meet her gaze.

"My King—"

Seeing their current King, many of the knights were taken aback and couldn't help but speak out.

The Lion King's cold gaze swept over the Knights of the Round Table.

"Before the King who attempts to burn humanity's history, I wish to establish a world of the Tower of the End, to select noble souls suitable for the future, fix them, make them into data, and grant them eternity.

My lords, will you lend me your strength?"

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

Her words were filled with undeniable power.

"My King! Is this not too cruel?"

"I will gladly lend my strength to my King!"

A schism appeared.

Knights who absolutely pledged loyalty, and knights who disagreed with the Lion King's ideals.

"Since you all disagree, then duel. Kill your opponent, and the victor decides their path."

The Lion King did not try to persuade the knights who disagreed with her. She directly ordered the Knights of the Round Table to fight to the death, with the winner deciding everything.

"I will give you all some time to consider."

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

"Yo! Hello, seniors!" Li Ye tried to join them with what he thought was a natural greeting.

"Who are you?" Lord Gawain, with his fierce, lion-like golden hair, stood up and questioned him.

He didn't recognize Li Ye, this outsider. Even standing beside the current Lion King, it wasn't enough for him to acknowledge him as one of the Knights of the Round Table!

"Are you the King's knight now!" Lord Agravain, with a gloomy expression, scrutinized Li Ye. He sensed a familiar aura from him.

It was the aura of the King's dragon blood!

"Of course, I am a newly appointed knight, offering my loyalty to the Lion King. Everything is for the salvation of humanity that we pursue." Li Ye gently touched his chest, his confident gaze sweeping over the Knights of the Round Table one by one.

By now, many knights had already moved away. Those whose hearts were in turmoil had no mind to pay attention to Li Ye, the newcomer.

"Huh? My father's knight? What makes you think you can?"

A dissatisfied voice rang out, and a young girl who bore a striking resemblance to the Lion King stepped forward.

Mordred, the rebellious knight.

Li Ye recognized the infamous rebellious knight at a glance. Through Mordred, he gained some understanding of the Lion King's youthful form.

An absolutely perfect Western-style girl, her heroic spirit evident in her eyes, making her unforgettable.

At this moment, Lord Agravain's expression became solemn, his tone filled with undeniable power: "Since you are a knight, one who has pledged loyalty to the King, how can you stand aside?"

"Huh?"

Li Ye suddenly had a bad feeling. He suddenly felt that perhaps he should have waited until they were finished before trying to strike up a conversation.

Twenty minutes later, The Lion King returned, her cold gaze sweeping over the Knights of the Round Table: "Have you all made your decision?"

Clang!

The sound of swords being drawn was the best answer the now-opposed knights could give to the Lion King.

Cold, murderous.

This was Li Ye's only evaluation of the silent deathmatch he was forced to participate in.

Heroic spirits from past ages, after gaining a second life, were now forced to draw swords against their comrades.

So why do I have to fight too!

With no way to retreat, Li Ye tried to adjust his breathing. Having declared his loyalty to the Lion King, his stance was clear from the beginning.

He was part of the faction that absolutely supported the Lion King.

With that, he had a reason to participate in this deathmatch.

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

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

Although the exceptionally powerful Knights of the Round Table were on his side, Li Ye truly lacked the confidence to face those battle-hardened knights. It wasn't just the difference in physical fitness, but also the gap in experience.

In the eyes of these individuals, the battles Li Ye had experienced since his debut were nothing more than child's play, not worth mentioning.

The battle was about to erupt, and Li Ye subtly retreated behind everyone, waiting for an opportunity.

"They're coming!!"

BOOM!!

A surging tide of magical power shot up into the sky. The heroic spirits from past ages once again clashed, the collision of swords simultaneously representing the conflict of ideals!