A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

The five defeated knights wore bitter smiles, their eyes filled with sorrow as they looked at their king, their bodies gradually turning into particles of light and returning to the Throne of Heroes.

From then on, only five Knights of the Round Table remained standing beside the king.

……

The traveler lost his way in the yellow sand desert, looking around at the clouds and sky that seemed to hang low.

As night fell, Shirou and the others finally approached the holy city.

Looking out, the majestic city of Camelot came into view.

"The Lion King... I wonder what he's become..."

Shirou pondered what to say when they met.

However, after speaking, Shirou felt that he still needed to suppress the divinity within Saber.

"Bedwell should be here by now."

As Shirou was making these guesses, Gudako, who was standing next to him, saw the castle and her eyes lit up. She rushed over excitedly.

"Ahhh, I finally found it!"

"Slow down, senior!"

Mashu quickly jogged after him.

As a Demi-Servant, Mash's body was much stronger than Gudako's, and she easily caught up with Gudako.

Image: "Gudako", Location: "Images/1678679310-100352746-110059628.jpg"

Upon approaching the holy city, they all stopped and stared blankly at it.

Camelot, the capital of the Arthurian dynasty!

That towering, almost sky-piercing wall, nearly 150 feet high, stretched straight for tens of kilometers.

On the massive and thick city wall, intricate and complex defensive magic runes swayed with a faint purple light, emanating a breathtakingly powerful aura.

Before the main city gate, built with pure white Almi stone and featuring Gothic spires, hundreds of dignified knights, like ants, were stationed, maintaining guard outside the city.

The objects of vigilance were the refugee tent facilities that had been erected around the city walls on both sides of the main gate.

The refugees gathered outside Camelot were all there to participate in the "Holy Selection," which meant that those who failed the selection would be killed.

However, since no living people are passing on the message, there will inevitably be a continuous stream of refugees coming to participate in this "holy pilgrimage," which is essentially a line between heaven and hell.

Chapter Five: Tristan's Report, The King's Strangeness

Gudako and the others didn't know what "Saint-Ba" meant yet, and were curiously striking up conversations with the refugees.

“Saint Ba, what will it be like? I’m really curious.”

Seeing their reaction, Shirou told them the truth.

"Huh?! How could this be!?"

Gudako was surprised, while Mashu offered a suggestion.

Should we remind everyone?

Shirou nodded indifferently.

"You can try."

Gudako and Mashu then told the refugees the truth, but in the end, no one believed them.

Gudako and Mashu were puzzled as they looked at the people still waiting for the "Saint Ba".

Leonardo da Vinci had already figured out the reason and explained to them: "For these refugees, the Holy City is their last resort. Whether that's true or not, they have no other choice."

"But, but..."

Mashu wanted to say something more, but she didn't know how to put it into words.

“There’s no need to waste words on this. Just go with them to that ‘Saint’s Bachelor’,” Shirou said.

Gudako nodded in agreement.

"Since everyone doesn't believe the truth, then we can only protect everyone during the 'Saint Extermination'."

"oh, I understand now."

Mashu gripped her shield tightly, her gaze unwavering as she answered.

Following in the footsteps of the refugees, they entered the holy city together and participated in the "holy exodus."

……

The steel boots stomped on the floor, their clear echoes reverberating throughout the vast palace.

The other four knights were busy with other tasks, while the king remained seated on the highest throne, calmly watching the knights arrive.

"Sir Tristan, do you have something to report?"

"Yes, my king."

Tristan immediately knelt on one knee in a knightly salute and spoke respectfully.

"During my mission, I encountered the Master of Chaldea and a man who called himself Orihara Shirou. They were quite powerful, and I was no match for them. I had no choice but to return and inform the King of this matter."

"Orihara Shirou..."

The king on the throne, his divine, radiant yellow-green pupils trembling slightly, then tilted his head and closed his eyes, as if deep in thought.

Image: "王", Location: "Images/1678782645-100352746-110063423.jpg"

Suddenly, her brows furrowed, and her thin lips trembled slightly, as if she were enduring something or having a nightmare.

This was the first time the king had displayed such an expression since King Tristan summoned the world.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Tristan asked with concern.

Upon hearing this, the Lion King simply shook his head slightly, his azure eyes returning to their usual calm and serene state, as if he had suppressed the strangeness from before.

Just now, the moment she heard that name, her heart skipped a beat, and she didn't even know why.

"...It's alright, you should go and assist Gao Wenqing in conducting the 'Saintly Selection'."

Upon hearing the king's command, the knight immediately bowed.

"As ordered!"

……

As the city gates opened, refugees entered Camelot in batches, guarded by knights.

Among the knights, the crimson banner bearing the head of the Pendragon dragon fluttered high in the wind.

The darkness drove away the light, and it was already dusk.

Although Shirou and his party, who were mixed in with the crowd, wore clothes that were somewhat unusual compared to those around them, the knights did not notice anything amiss because Shirou deliberately concealed himself.

As Leonardo da Vinci followed the crowd, he looked at the steps leading to that magnificent city and murmured thoughtfully.

"With so many people, it will be difficult to protect them all if a battle really breaks out..."

Shirou patted Leonardo da Vinci on the shoulder, signaling her to relax.

"Just leave it to me."

Da Vinci exhaled and revealed a beautiful smile: "Since you've said so, then I can only believe you."

The dense crowd, guided by the Knights of Justice as if herding livestock, quickly converged on a huge circular plaza.

And standing before that tightly closed door leading to that ideal city was a special knight.

His golden hair, as radiant as the sun, shone brightly in the moonlight.

This is Gawain, the "Knight of the Sun," who is on par with Lancelot, the strongest "Knight of the Lake" under King Arthur!

Gawain's gaze swept seriously over the refugees gathered in the circular square.

"Welcome... to all the participants in the 'Saint Bachelor'. I am Gawain, a member of the Knights of the Round Table."

The crowd cheered upon hearing the name of the Knights of the Round Table, and Gawain continued.

"Our holy city of Camelot is a perfect, pure white kingdom that has existed for millennia. Within these city gates, an ideal world awaits you."

After Gawain finished speaking, the Lion King appeared on the platform above him.

"There aren't many people who can lead you to your ideal future, which is why this selection process exists..."

From within the gleaming, silvery-white, lion-like armor and helmet emanated the king's emotionless voice.

"Those uncorrupted souls, those untouched by evil, the eternal purity inherent in humanity, among you... there are only three."

As the Lion King raised his right hand, three civilians in the crowd in the circular plaza below were enveloped in golden light.

The Lion King's final words reached everyone's ears at that moment.

"Bring those three people in."

Having said this, the Lion King turned and left, leaving behind only bewildered people.

Shirou watched the departing silver-white figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

That was not the Artoria Pendragon he knew, but a ghost who had failed to die when she should have, and now wandered the world with the Holy Lance in her hand.

However, if Saber's essence is now also fused into the same body, it's hard to imagine what the final outcome will be.

Moreover, because the goddess Rungomminiad and Artoria Pendragon share the same Spirit Origin, her current strength has reached the level of a god, far surpassing that of a Heroic Spirit.

Without using the Holy Grail, Rungomminiad was able to summon numerous Knights of the Round Table and thousands of Chastising Knights, and the magical power of his Holy Judgment was quite terrifying.

Rungomminiad believed that under King Solomon's influence, humanity had lost its future, but he could still preserve a portion of humanity, even if they would become eternal specimens kept in the Holy Lance.

Shirou's thoughts returned to him amidst the commotion of the crowd.

At this moment, Gao Wenzheng took a deep breath and looked resolutely at the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that this is also for the survival of humanity. Now—the Holy Punishment begins!"

Whoosh whoosh! ! !

The archers surrounding the circular plaza drew their bows taut and fired their arrows in unison.