In this crossover anime, Yoshikage Kira longs for a peaceful life.

"You haven't helped us drive back the enemy yet!"

Guinevere puffed out her cheeks and glared at him angrily.

Who is this person?!

How can someone ask for money before even helping you out?!

"King! King!"

Just then, a messenger stumbled into the palace, shouting in panic, "King Liens, King Liens, he..."

"He's launched another attack?"

King Rodgerens asked in a deep voice.

This is not surprising; King Leons launches one or two attacks every day, but most of them are probing.

King Leonce knew he would have a hard time conquering the city, and his only goal was to prevent King Rodgerence from supporting King Arthur.

But at this critical juncture, King Leons launching another attack is certainly not good news.

"No, it's not..."

The messenger swallowed nervously. "He...he's dead! And King Liens's army, everyone's dead, killed by a white knight wielding two swords!"

"one person."

King Rodgerens suddenly stood up. He had killed twelve thousand people all by himself, and in such a short time?

Did King Arthur himself kill him with the Holy Sword?

"..."

King Rodgerens remained silent for a long time before quietly sitting back down in his original seat.

He's not stupid; anyone with a brain knows who did this.

In other words, they were already helping him deal with the enemy when he arrived?

If that's the case, then the other party's previous aggressive attitude isn't so unacceptable.

Of course, this is also influenced by another factor.

The main point is that if the other side could easily wipe out King Leons' army, then it shouldn't be difficult for them to wipe out his own army as well.

He now finally understands exactly how the eleven-king coalition lost.

With such a powerful knight by his side, he simply couldn't imagine how the Eleventh King could possibly win!

Let alone the eleven kings, even if Vortigern himself came, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat Artoria, and it's even uncertain who would win!

King Rodgerens suddenly recalled King Uther's madness before his death, which he had not been able to understand at the time, only thinking that Uther had given up on himself because he had been defeated by Vortigern.

But now he finally understands that King Uther had actually been preparing for this day all along.

Excuse me.

Merlin smiled and asked:

"Excuse me, where is the round table?"

"In..." King Rodgerens was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I...I know."

Guinevere spoke nervously.

Yoshikage Kira glanced at her:

“Alright, you take us to get the round table, and then come back to Camelot with us.”

"Yare yare~"

Merlin sized up Guinevere with a mocking look. As a potential bride for a political marriage, Guinevere was indeed exceptional. She was a princess...

She also possesses outstanding looks and intelligence.

Marrying her would not only provide him with a capable and virtuous wife, but also deter King Rodgerens from invading—a win-win situation.

However, the problem is—

King Arthur was a girl!

Merlin is now really curious about what will happen when these two lovely girls get married; just thinking about it makes her excited and even a little trembling.

Chapter 256 To be a king, the most important thing is self-discipline.

boom!

The knight's head had already flown off his neck, and the gushing blood from the wound caused him to lose his balance and fall from his horse to the ground, where the spilled blood would be trampled red by the warhorse.

Not far from him were seven other bodies that had suffered the same fate.

Artoria pulled on the reins of her warhorse, causing it to slow down quickly and circle the battlefield before returning to her own camp.

This was the fifth knight she had personally killed, each one a champion knight under another king. Meanwhile, Lord Gawain, Lord Kay, and Lord Bedivere had each killed a champion knight.

For knights, duels between knights are full of glory.

In a fair knightly duel, no one may interfere; otherwise, it would be an insult to both knights.

Ultimately, glory belongs only to the victors. For the losing side, the death of their knights is undoubtedly a huge blow to morale.

Artoria knew very well that the Eleven Kings initially hoped to have their champion knight kill her in a duel, thus directly securing victory in the war.

But she was not afraid of challenges, so she turned the tables and accepted the challenge when Gao Wenqing and the other two killed one of the knight champions. She took the initiative to fight and won a hard-fought victory in the first battle.

Her valiant performance undoubtedly greatly encouraged the Eleven Kings, which is why they successively sent five champion knights to duel with her. However, with the death of this fifth champion knight, even the most oblivious Eleven Kings could sense that something was wrong, as evidenced by their ashen faces.

But they couldn't say anything—

Although holding back in a duel is an insult to the opponent, if Artoria has an overwhelming advantage in a duel but still gives her opponent a chance to exchange a few blows, this situation can be interpreted as the king's mercy.

Holding back was to prevent them from losing in such an embarrassing way; killing them was a matter of respect for the duel itself and for the knighthood of both sides.

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

The knights of Camelot chanted the name of King Arthur with fervor, their deafening cheers further boosting their morale. Despite still being outnumbered, their spirits were unstoppable, and they were convinced that they would bring victory to their king.

In contrast, the allied forces of the eleven kings fell silent amidst the cheers of the Camelot knights, their morale low.

Although they still had tens of thousands of knights, the eight who died were a tiny fraction of the total force. However, considering the strength and status of these eight, many knights in the Eleven Kings' Alliance were already considering retreating.

Because none of them would dare to believe they could defeat King Arthur in a duel, not even the three knights under King Arthur's command!

In this situation, their choices are very limited.

Either withdraw your troops and stop here.

Either attack and overwhelm Camelot's king with sheer numbers.

However, continuing the duel is absolutely unacceptable.

The Eleven Kings obviously wouldn't choose the former—despite their crushing defeat in the duel, they still held an absolute advantage, so how could they easily give up? If they retreated without even fighting, where would their pride be?

"My knights, attack!"

"Bring victory to your king!"

Amidst the shouts of the eleven kings, tens of thousands of knights charged toward Artoria in a perfectly aligned wedge formation.

Even when facing an attack from tens of thousands of knights, Artoria showed no fear; she was merely somewhat melancholy. Although she knew the eleven kings' alliance wouldn't give up easily, their foolishness still deeply disappointed her.

But she also understood.

If you can't demonstrate absolute strength, similar troubles will only keep coming.

So

"Gao Wenqing, step down."

Artoria didn't turn around, but she had already recognized who the knight was who had ridden up to her side, and gave the order indifferently.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gawain bowed respectfully and gestured to the other knights who were charging towards the eleven kings' allied forces, signaling them to halt their advance.

Artoria, facing ten thousand cavalry alone, made no surprising move. She simply raised the sword that shone with golden light, and at this moment, only one true name remained in her heart:

"Ex-calibur!"

Her magic was channeled, flowing through her hands gripping the hilt and into the sword, weaving a radiant light of destruction. The golden flash emanating from the sword was so dazzling that it obscured even the sun's rays!

Not only vision, but also sound was taken away at that moment, plunging the world into silent annihilation!

A radiant golden torrent, like a dazzling meteor, streaked across the sky, piercing through the army of tens of thousands of knights. The charge of countless honored knights vanished instantly beneath the torrent.

Those tens of thousands of knights, along with their weapons and armor, were disintegrated by the beam of light, as if they had never existed, as the light gradually faded into nothingness.

As the king slowly sheathed his holy sword, Camelot's knights remained staring blankly at the battlefield ravaged by the sword.

There was nothing there.

There were no corpses, no scattered weapons, not even the ground—

The once boundless grassland now bears a long, narrow scar across the area traversed by the beam of light.

Only the charred ravines, several meters deep, tell the story of what once happened here.

This time, however, the knights did not cheer for the king; their eyes remained vacant.

Even though the war is over.

The fear brought by that beam of light lingered in their minds for a long time, and they could not shake it off.

At this moment, they seemed to finally understand what the Holy Sword was, and what it truly meant for a king to wield it.

He alone can form an army and annihilate tens of thousands of enemies!

The army of tens of thousands vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a single corpse behind.

But the king remained motionless, simply riding her warhorse and ignoring everything.

There was neither joy in victory nor sorrow or pity for the dead in his eyes.