The Storm King

After explaining his purpose and indicating that he had no intention of being hostile, the Old Man of the Mountain disappeared from the scene and left. Ramses II smiled. This terrifying assassin was powerful, and even he would find it difficult to fight against him unless he stayed hidden in the Temple.

Now that the other party was no longer restricting him, he felt more relaxed and controlled the Temple even more recklessly, flying forward to see the battle between the Lion King and Mephistopheles up close.

Regardless, witnessing such a battle between gods and humans in person is still very useful, as it can provide more experience for one's own body on the Throne of Heroes.

Moreover, he was eager to see what other powers Mephistopheles possessed that he was unaware of, and how he would confront the Lion King head-on.

Just thinking about it is so exciting, how can I sit still!

During his flight, Mephistopheles saw many craters, as if they had been struck by a huge meteorite, which had wiped away everything that was originally there.

Feeling the familiar aura lingering in these craters, one could sense the residual power of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad.

Clearly, these places were punished by the Lion King, who erased them all, like drawing circles in a drawing game.

It may seem simple, but it is actually a very terrible and cruel act.

Soon, Mephistopheles and Bedivere arrived near the Holy City. However, although it should have been nighttime, it was still daytime in this place belonging to the Holy City, as if the place had been separated from the rest of the city.

In the Holy City, there is no night, for a powerful Sun Knight guards its gates!

That was Gawain, one of the Knights of the Round Table!

Tristan's death was clearly known. Gawain drew his weapon. He still possessed humanity and could show a compassionate expression, but this was only temporary. Mephistopheles could sense that this guy's behavior was becoming less and less like that of a human being and more like that of a machine.

The golden-haired knight coldly observed the crowd, only showing a slight fluctuation when he saw Bedivere.

However, he concealed these emotions and instead became even more serious, focusing all his attention on the uninvited guest before him.

"Knight Gawain will stop you from entering the Holy City!"

His longsword pointed straight to the sky, at the sun that shone upon him.

"In the name of the Sun Knight, you will be utterly defeated!"

"The Sun Knight possesses the blessing of Nightless, meaning that wherever you are, it will be daytime. And during the day, your strength and mana regeneration will be greatly enhanced. Truly impressive," Mephistopheles said, clapping his hands.

Mephistopheles looked at the other man with admiration, but then a mischievous smile appeared on his face, "But what if it were nighttime instead of daytime? What would you do then?"

These words made Gawain look puzzled, but he quickly calmed down. His power, the Nightless, was a blessing from the gods, and it was not so easy for it to be disturbed by something inexplicable.

As a result, Mephistopheles gently tapped the ground with the scepter in his hand, and the Holy Grail appeared around him, starting to exert its power together with the necklace. In that instant, the power belonging to Gabriel appeared out of thin air, transforming into the phantom of an angel behind Mephistopheles.

Gabriel represents the moon. As Mephistopheles's magic flowed within him, it transformed into a special spell. The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and the cool moonlight poured down from the sky, falling onto the ground of the Holy City.

Gawain looked up at the sky in shock. His Nightless Power had been activated the whole time, but now the sunlight had disappeared and the sky had turned into night!

Moreover, the moon tonight is so round and so big, it feels like it's right next to me!

The surging magic flowed wildly with the appearance of the moon, making Gabriel's power even stronger.

The Holy City's defenses are incredibly strong; its walls can easily withstand attacks from many Servants, and even top-tier Servants would find it difficult to breach them unless some extraordinary power is used.

And Mephistopheles does indeed possess such power!

A massive True Magic circle unfolded around the moon, and burning flames gathered in the air, transforming into hundreds of rockets!

These rockets rained down on the Holy City, each one carrying immense power!

Fire Arrow Downpour!

If Gabriel were to unleash it fully, he could easily wipe humanity off the face of the earth. Even now, with its power and range greatly reduced, this True Magic still possesses immense destructive force!

Gawain gathered all his strength. Faced with this attack, he could only fight with all his might. The light condensed from the Galatine sword in his hand turned red and was then fired out like a particle cannon, trying to completely neutralize the rain of fire arrows falling from the sky.

Gawain was extremely confident in his attack, believing that with his current power, ordinary humans and Servants were no match for him.

However, when his light cannon made contact with the first rocket, the light cannon dissipated, and the dissipated light cannon couldn't even negate the first rain of arrows that made contact!

Then, a hundred streams of fire rained down, enveloping the walls and gates of the entire Holy City!

Bedivere found that he didn't even have time to communicate with Gawain, because under this attack, not only Gawain, but also the city walls and gates behind him were all destroyed in one blow. As the walls and gates collapsed, the scene inside the city came into view for the two of them.

The walls represented the Holy City's protective barrier, but now that the walls are gone, the Holy City's defensive power, which could have blocked external attacks, has finally failed.

Mephistopheles gave Bedivere a slight bow, adjusting his hat, and smiled, "Looks pretty relaxed, doesn't he?"

Easy? It was indeed too easy, so easy that Bedivere felt like he was dreaming. Gawain, the Sun Knight, had been defeated just like that?

Moreover, the other party even forcibly changed the weather, turning the daytime brought by Gawain into night. This ability can be said to be comparable to that of a god!

At this moment, two more figures suddenly rushed out of the city. They were two knights, and Mephistopheles knew both of them very well; he had seen them before.

One was Lancelot, whose expression was absolutely cold, as if he had no human emotions whatsoever; the other Mordred, who seemed somewhat violent and insane.

Armed with weapons, they too blocked the two's path. Seeing Mordred's eyes beginning to redden, Mephistopheles knew that Mordred had unleashed his power without hesitation after discovering the defeat of the Sun Knight and the fall of the city gates, causing him to go Rampage.

One was Lancelot, devoid of emotion, loyal only to following orders even at the cost of his own comrades; the other was Mordred, now as ferocious and savage as a wounded beast. Mephistopheles rolled his eyes helplessly and said to Bedivere, who stood beside him with a pained expression:

"They're in a pretty bad situation, but they must have accepted it voluntarily, otherwise Agravain wouldn't have missed the blessing."

Bedivere sighed and bowed to Mephistopheles: "Please help them, Mr. Mephistopheles."

Mephistopheles picked up the scepter, and flames appeared on it, which then transformed into a longsword.

He smiled slightly and said to Bedivere, "Don't worry, I will soon free them and let them return to their Throne of Heroes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward. Almost at the same moment, Mordred's sword burst forth with intense light, and the berserk Mordred unleashed her most powerful attack without hesitation!

Chapter 210 King of Storms

Even though it was a sudden attack, Mephistopheles couldn't even break through his defenses. However, he still chose to retaliate.

The runes on Mephistopheles's flaming sword suddenly burst forth with a blazing white light, and the phantom of Michael appeared and disappeared behind him.

The moment the beam of light collided with the sword blade, twelve angelic halo rings unfolded layer by layer on the sword, and the light cannon was actually broken down into fine golden stardust.

The shockwave from the explosion completely carbonized the marks on the ground, and as the flames surged like giant pythons, the air distorted like a mirage due to the high temperature.

Even in her berserk state, Mordred still retained her fighting spirit. Faced with the suddenly rushing flames, she instinctively chose to dodge, and the flames passed beneath her body, burning everything away!

Mordred breathed a sigh of relief after dodging the attack, but in the next instant, several flames appeared around her, bursting from the flames of the explosion below!

Normally, these flames wouldn't have worried Mordred at all, but now, instinctively, she sensed the danger they posed.

"Boom!"

These tiny flames, barely ignition, suddenly grew larger, unleashing a violent power that enveloped Mordred!

The magical plating on Mordred's armor emitted a sharp, mournful cry in the intense heat, and as she retreated, her boots plowed two molten metal tracks into the ground.

Those seemingly weak flames actually contained the structure of the Stigmata —each spark was an attack condensed with Michael's power, which unfolded into a three-meter diameter explosion of flame the moment it made contact with the armor.

Her left arm armor vaporized in the holy flames, and the Magic Circuits beneath her skin were being eroded by the holy flames in reverse, like lava flowing through her veins.

With just that one blow, Mordred sustained several wounds and burn marks. She was forced to kneel on the ground, unable to rise even though she wanted to fight again.

She could feel the places where the flames had struck her spontaneously combusting, the fire spreading to other areas as if to engulf her body completely.

That's the erosion of the Stigmata!

Lancelot, who came out with Mordred, had already made his move while Mordred had drawn Mephistopheles's attention. His sword gleamed, and as Mephistopheles dealt with Mordred's attack, he also launched his own attack.

Moreover, he exerts his full strength from the very first move!

This attack was timed perfectly. The two who were busy dealing with Mordred should have been unable to notice them. As long as the timing was right, they could inflict damage on the opponent in the instant before the opponent could recover his strength.

The opponent is very powerful, and he doesn't have many opportunities, so he must seize them. As for whether doing so might lead to Mordred being targeted first and then killed by the opponent, that's something Lancelot would consider.

He had only one thing on his mind: the king's orders. Since the Lion King demanded that these invading creatures die, he was determined to fulfill the king's command, even at the cost of his own companions.

However, his attack, which was almost a sneak attack, still failed to have any effect on Mephistopheles.

Stone walls rose from the ground, blocking Lancelot's attacks.

That was the power of the earth element, and it even contained the power of the angel Uriel. Under these circumstances, it was more than enough to block Lancelot's attack.

Just as Lancelot realized his attack had been blocked, he felt the ground tremble beneath him. Startled, he quickly dodged to the side. The next instant, crimson flames erupted from where he had just stood, and a pungent smell filled the air.

Lancelot knew it was the smell of sulfur!

The smell of sulfur and the flames erupting from the ground—this is the fire of hell!

Almost instantly, he realized the secret of the flame.

By combining different elements and incorporating corresponding Angelic Power, special True Magic formulas can be constructed, such as True Magic that approximates angelic formulas.

Mephistopheles is now wielding Uriel's hellfire!

The earth continued to tremble, like a minor earthquake, and flames shot out from below. Lancelot continued to dodge, but as the flames increased in speed, it became increasingly difficult for him to evade them.

Mordred, already injured, was unable to dodge in time and was engulfed by a burst of hellfire. When the flames disappeared, her figure was no longer there, vanishing into the world.

Is this the way True Magic fight? Relying on powerful True Magic to directly suppress their opponents, Mordred and Lancelot are both very strong individually, let alone two of them at once. However, their full-force attack not only failed to have any effect, but they were also suppressed by Mephistopheles!

Bedivere noticed that Mephistopheles's hands always maintained an elegant spell-casting gesture—which he assumed was a spell-casting motion.

Even the slightest change, like an unconscious action, can trigger a different True Magic attack with each change in movement.

Whenever the star disk rotates, numerous flames erupt from the ground, as if replacing the device called the Magic Circuits.

Bedivere watched the battle unfold, utterly astonished. If the lightning spear had once made him feel terrifying power, then this was the magnificent fighting style of True Magic.

The combination of these different True Magic, and the unparalleled accuracy with which they pursued their targets, left him in awe.

Lancelot is powerful, but facing increasingly rapid attacks, he is likely to be engulfed by flames soon!

Lancelot had already unleashed his fastest speed, but the flames behind him relentlessly pursued him, even suddenly appearing in front of him to launch attacks, forcing him back to his original spot where he had originally intended to escape. He found it difficult to run away from Mephistopheles.

Mephistopheles watched Lancelot run for several minutes, and after getting a little bored, he gently tapped the star chart floating beside him.

Suddenly, Lancelot felt a tremor around him. The instant his toes touched the ground, several stone walls appeared around him, completely enveloping him!

There's nowhere to hide! The only way is to run up there!

Without any hesitation, Lancelot immediately leaped up, trying to escape from the cage. But the instant he jumped, the ground suddenly cracked open, and a stream of scorching magma erupted out, engulfing Lancelot's body!

Hellfire has secured a double kill!

Mephistopheles put away his astrolabe, dagger, and Holy Grail, leaving only his scepter. Bedivere perceived his movements as displaying a True Magic restraint. After finishing, he said to the stunned Bedivere, "Let's go find your master."

Bedivere exclaimed in admiration, "Your True Magic is truly amazing! In my memory, the only person with such True Magic and Magecraft is Master Merlin!"

He did not flatter the other party; in Bedivere's mind, only a master like Merlin could be compared to Mephistopheles.

"Merlin? If I have the chance in the future, I'd like to have a match with him." Mephistopheles's lips curled up, revealing a hint of anticipation.

Although he is a gentleman and not a battle maniac, he really wants to have a good spar with Merlin, Crimson Moon, and the Jewel Mage!

By this point, there was no one left to stop Mephistopheles and Bedivere, so the two continued forward and entered the royal palace.

Pushing open the door, one sees Artoria sitting regally on her throne, her eyes gleaming with golden light, her face displaying an inhumanly cold expression, indicating that she is now vastly different from the King Arthur of the past.

Upon seeing the newcomer, she spoke to Mephistopheles, asking him a question.

"Answer me, who are you? Why have you appeared in my castle? Why have you appeared before me? I am the Lion King, the King of the Storms, and the Lord of the End, the Heroic Spirit of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad."

A surge of violent magic emerged with the other party's self-introduction, transforming into a terrifying pressure that had already triggered a feeling of oppression.

This kind of power cannot be explained by ordinary humans, at least not in this world.

When Bedivere saw this, he couldn't help but catch his breath.

That was the Lion King, and also the King Arthur he had been searching for, wielding the Holy Lance!

Even though he had already come to his senses and had been searching for so many years, seeing the other person now still filled him with fear.

However, even so, he wanted to take this king seriously!

Bedivere bravely raised his head and looked at the other person!

Mephistopheles bowed slightly and smiled, "Chaldea operator Mephistopheles Fraga McRemitz greets the Lion King."

"--Answer me, are you the ones who called me? Are you the ones who disobeyed me? Master from distant Chaldea, why have you come to the ends of this world?"

"That's naturally for the sake of our work; we need to correct the errors in history and save humanity from destruction," Mephistopheles said, looking at the other person. "So, could you please cooperate with our work? If so, all the better."

"I regret that you want to correct the wrong history, which is tantamount to killing me, so I cannot cooperate with you. Since you have come to kill me, you will not be chosen by the Holy Lance. Your soul knows what good is, yet it is still evil. Although it is good, it allows evil, which is synonymous with evil."

"Though I once had expectations for the newest humans to reach my feet—die, for my ideal city has no need for your soul."

Magic coalesced, and the Holy Lance appeared on King Arthur's right arm; she was ready for battle.

"The Round Table is liberated! Watch, this is the final wave, revealing the true face of this planet after the surface of the world has been cleaved."