With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

Lancelot fell silent.

However, there are some strange things. For example, the construction level of this village is obviously unreasonable. One after another, simple houses have sprung up, as if countless Servants were involved in the construction. The construction speed of this village is somewhat abnormal.

"Lord Lancelot?"

"Go forth and destroy their happiness; this is the king's command."

Taking a deep breath, Lancelot's face was icy as he gripped the Lake Sword tightly, its deep blue color reflecting his handsome figure.

The Knights of the Righteousness were all ready. Hidden outside the mountain pass, they awaited Lancelot's orders to attack the Eastern Village at any time and slaughter all the rebelling refugees inside.

"All forces attack!"

The sound of horses' hooves startled the villagers, and Lancelot charged ahead into the mountain pass, heading straight for the eastern village.

The righteous knights filed in, their imposing presence comparable to that of ordinary Servants, causing the innocent villagers to flee in terror, and the entire Eastern Village descended into chaos.

He ignored the fleeing mountain people and focused his attention on the hostile Servants, such as Hassan and his ilk who had always been dedicated to protecting the mountain people...

"Hey, Lancelot, I never thought you'd look even more disgusting than I imagined when you're all all smiles."

Mordred, who was hanging upside down from the tree, heard Lancelot's arrival and promptly taunted him, which surprised Lancelot, who was genuinely surprised to find a Knight of the Round Table tied up here.

To be honest, Hassan and his gang of weaklings combined probably wouldn't be enough to defeat Mordred alone.

"Mordred, you looked rather pitiful hanging there."

"Hmph, don't pity me yet, you should worry about yourself."

Mordred closed his eyes, and while Lancelot was bewildered, he silently swayed and spun in the air, eventually turning his back to Lancelot and ignoring him.

……

Lancelot was even more confused. He didn't quite understand what it meant to be worried about him. Could it be that this Eastern Village was actually extremely dangerous, and that all those Hassans were hidden masters who could mistake Musou for a strange assassin?

"The invaders from the Holy Capital... are Lancelot, the First Knight of the Round Table. Let's not talk about chivalry with him, let's all fight side by side!"

Merlin?

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Lancelot's expression changed as he rode his horse. He looked up at the village not far away, where a row of familiar figures slowly approached. A bead of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Merlin, Gawain, Lancelot, Mordred, Hassan the Cursed Arm, Arash, and Bedivere, a total of seven Servants.

Merlin, still smiling, watched as petals and a staff appeared together.

Looking at Gawain, who was holding the Holy Sword of the Sun, with a righteous expression, ready to judge him.

Looking at himself, who looked and smelled exactly like him, with a complicated expression.

Mordred, his entire body crackling with lightning, stared at him with a wicked grin.

Looking at Hassan the Cursed Arm, who was holding his arm and had a face full of hatred and murderous intent.

Arash, the archer, was now serious as he drew his bow and nocked an arrow.

Looking at Bedivere, who was lying on his right arm with a nostalgic expression and looked somewhat weak.

One against seven?

Lancelot's back was completely soaked with cold sweat. The way the other side looked ready to pounce and gang up on him at any moment was really hard to handle.

The holy sword he held trembled slightly. He had once been able to fight three against one and resist a group of Knights of the Round Table, but this time the difficulty had increased at least threefold, and he might be doomed.

Putting aside the fact that the village of the Mountain People has a more terrifying number of Servants than the Holy Capital, and those few guys who shouldn't have appeared at all, even if he didn't recognize them at all, he still couldn't handle fighting seven Servants in one go.

He is very strong. Even Gawain, who is three times stronger and invincible during the day, cannot defeat him. He can forcefully drag him until sunset and then take him down in one go.

Leading a large contingent of righteous knights, Lancelot's mind raced as he frantically tried to figure out how to escape unscathed with his men...

"Huh? Two of them, Lord Lancelot?"

Suddenly, a girl with short pink hair and another girl with orange hair arrived from the other end of the village. Immediately, the pink-haired girl and Lancelot, who was about to lead his men away, locked eyes.

That familiar feeling caused Lancelot to crash on the spot, freezing in a state of utter confusion.

PS: This is the second update today.

Chapter 668, Section 722: The Unyielding Knight of the Lake

Chapter 668: The Unyielding Knight of the Lake

Wielding his sword, Lancelot of the Lion King dodged attacks in a sorry state, while the two, Higashinomura Gawain and Lancelot, who had joined forces, kept him on the defensive from start to finish.

The two were too familiar with his fighting style, and for some reason, their fighting power was excessively exaggerated. Each of them was much stronger than him, so there was no suspense in him fighting two against one. This time, he couldn't even hold out until sunset.

The Holy Sword of the Sun and the Undying Lake, two noble and sacred weapons, attacked from both sides. The two Knights of the Round Table, wearing gas masks, coordinated perfectly, making Lancelot's face turn ugly.

"Take my righteous poison gas bomb!"

"Take this righteous stun gun!"

The poison gas grenade hit his face, and the numbing shockwave from the stun gun nearly made Lancelot, who was already struggling to defend himself, collapse to his knees.

He tilted his head back, using the radiant light of the indestructible lake as a shield. The two sword waves that flew towards him simultaneously caused him to lose his balance and fly backward. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which embedded itself into the rock behind him like a cannonball. Two sword marks crisscrossed on the rock.

"Who are you?! Knights of the Round Table would never use such a lowly fighting style!!"

Gawain, holding a sword in one hand and reaching into his pocket with the other, preparing to fire another special poison gas grenade, and Lancelot, holding a sword in one hand and a high-tech gun in the other, preparing to fire another shot.

Having just painstakingly crawled out of the crevice in the mountain rocks, Lancelot, who possessed the 'blessing', roared and questioned the two.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Gawain scratched his cheek and looked away as he looked at Lancelot. The other Lancelot beside him curled his lip in disdain, revealing an undisguised look of contempt.

"Times have changed, DD."

"..."

Gao Wen remained silent, and his self-mockery seemed rather strange.

With his hands supporting the holy sword, the 'tragic' version of Lancelot struggled to straighten up, taking deep breaths to alleviate the pain and the numb, twitching sensation in his body.

The clerics he brought had already been completely wiped out. He held off Gawain and Lancelot by himself, while the other side had a large number of Servants. Although they might not be stronger than him in a one-on-one fight, crushing the clerics was still a piece of cake.

They only have a concept close to that of Servants; they are far from being a match for Servants...

"Lord Lancelot! Please run! You can't die here!"

The righteous knight, trampled underfoot by Mo, looked at the already wounded Lancelot and begged him to escape.

Unfortunately, just as Lancelot was about to berate his subordinates and show that he would not abandon them and run away, the other Servants had already surrounded him, stepped out of the barrier, and blocked the mountain pass.

Four packs for one, GG.

"Hmph, we stand here to deny the mistakes of this era and to fulfill our promises. You may leave now, Lancelot."

A cruel smile appeared on Xiao Mo's face as he pointed his demonic sword at Lancelot's head, ready to behead him with a single strike.

With Lancelot's strength now blessed with the 'Sorrowful' blessing, killing him would be like removing an arm from the Lion King, a very tempting option. In order to curry favor with her respected father, Mordred decided to strike first and kill him.

"Ha, Mordred, you have never beaten me even once. If it were just you alone, I would have already returned to the Holy City to report that you have been annihilated."

Lancelot revealed a look of disdain. Even though Mordred was very strange and he might not be a match for him, Mordred's past record was beyond doubt. The two of them had never won a single one-on-one fight.

With an attitude of not giving up despite losing, coupled with persuasive rhetoric, it was no surprise that Mordred was brought to her senses, and along with Mordred, who was hanging upside down, her true nature was also exposed.

"Huh?" ×2

"Lancelot, let me tell you, Lord Mordred will take your dog's life within three moves today!!" ×2

One up, one down, one high, one low, the two Mordreds were perfectly in sync, using the same face and the same tone, saying the exact same words.

On the other side, Gawain and Lancelot exchanged a glance, the meaning in their eyes self-evident—

He's an idiot, he really is an idiot.

……

“Miss Mordred, please don’t argue with this kind of person anymore.”

Mashu came up behind Mordred, reached out and stopped the rebellious knight who was almost about to charge at her, and at the same time, she cast an extremely cold look at the 'tragic' Lancelot.

"!!"

With just one sentence, both Lancelots trembled simultaneously, their eyes narrowed, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

That tone, so disrespectful to his father—it was definitely him…

“Mashu, I always thought you were a good kid.”

Da Vinci watched this scene with great interest, as if she had discovered a new world. She really hadn't expected Mashu to have this side to her.

So, she faked wiping away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, as if she were heartbroken. Such a lovely little eggplant had changed, no longer as well-behaved and cute as before.

"Eh? Well, Leonardo da Vinci, I don't know why, but I subconsciously act strangely whenever I see Lord Lancelot..."

Mashu was at a loss, and suddenly changed from her indifferent state back to normal.

She raised her hand to her chest, a strange feeling making her very uncomfortable. The deep-seated displeasure and odd emotions caused her to change her entire demeanor whenever she encountered anything related to Lancelot.

"In any case, let's arrest Lancelot first."

Gawain glanced at Mash with a meaningful look, then beckoned Mordred forward. Lancelot, ultimately defeated by Mash's cold gaze, collapsed to the ground and surrendered.

……

Bound hand and foot, Merlin was sunk into the lake to keep him company. A small white beast crouched by the lake to keep watch. Merlin, who had just been released to fight off the enemy, was about to be sunk into the lake again because he had said something wrong earlier.

"Hey! I'm still the King's advisor of Britain, after all. You haven't received the King's permission. Aren't you afraid of the King's wrath for treating me like this?!"

Merlin was bound like a dumpling and hung above the lake, waiting to sink. Beside him lay the unconscious Saint Lancelot. The small white beast punched Merlin repeatedly in the face, making the immobile man scream in pain. The man and the beast glared fiercely at each other.

"You ungrateful wretch! I raised you for so long, and in the end you betrayed me..."

"Foufou (Merlin must die)!"

A group of people stood on the shore, waiting for everyone to sink the hooligan who had flirted with the village girls into the lake. Gawain raised his holy sword, ready to cut the rope.

Bedivere looked at his benefactor, Merlin, being treated this way, and hesitated, as if he wanted to go up and say something nice.

In the end, Merlin and Lancelot were both sunk into the lake, and Bedivere was taken away by Mordred, unable to help the big-eared magician. People returned to normal farming practices.