In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"Are you the saint in the Bible who communicated with God, performed miracles to open the Red Sea, fulfilled the Ten Commandments, led his people out of Egypt, established a new kingdom, and is known as the forerunner of Jesus?!"

In that instant, Kaden realized that he seemed to be quite ignorant, and his face showed some shame.

Bose and Gaheris, standing to the side, looked at Rowe with the same boundless admiration.

After all, this was a true saint, one of the most famous saints in Christianity, a forerunner of Christ, and one of the moral sages.

Anyone who has read the Bible would know his name; he is a chosen leader and a true saint.

Loewe chose the name Moses because of his role as a leader. Firstly, it would allow him to better lead the most devout knights in the group, Popecival and Bose, who had searched for the Holy Grail. Secondly, since Ramses II was in this singularity, the name Moses would be more appropriate, and it would also help him better integrate into this singularity that had gone berserk.

Soon, when the knights heard Rowe mention the name Moses, they all became serious.

Wise men, sages, saints, prophets, pioneers...

There are too many things about his identity, and his name is too sacred and legendary, so it should be treated with great respect.

To further enhance the credibility of his words, Lovi even demonstrated several miracles attributed to the Son of God, mobilizing the power of many dead faiths through the land of the Holy City. The knights present were deeply moved and dared not have any more doubts.

Although Lowe's image differs greatly from the biblical image of Moses, heroic spirits exist in different periods, hence their appearances often differ. The current Lowe is now regarded as a younger version of Moses, after all, the aura and power of a saint cannot be faked.

Even Kay, who had been having a pleasant conversation with Lovi, was warned by Bose and Percival that he must show respect to the saint.

They both firmly believed that since even Moses had been summoned by the Holy City, it meant that everything could be saved.

Kai smiled with relief at this, since the stronger the helper beside him, the better. Moreover, his helper at this moment was not only a saint, but also a prophet and a leader, which saved him a lot of trouble.

However, this lighthearted joy was fleeting. The thought that they would soon raise the sword of rebellion against the Lion King brought their expressions back to a somber state.

"Then... let's wait until the sun has completely set and Geraint returns, then strike first and directly strike the King with our swords."

Kai began, his voice heavy with emotion.

Upon hearing this, the other Knights of the Round Table did not answer, but simply nodded silently.

This was the only way they could show their loyalty.

Only by stopping the Lion King before he commits an unforgivable sin and utterly destroys King Arthur's glory can it be considered salvation.

Therefore, they must join forces to kill the Lion King at dusk, when he returns, to end everything.

“But… Lancelot, Gawain, and Tristan are all with the King, and Galahad and Lanmarok are not here right now, so it will be difficult for us to fight against them.”

Thinking of his brother Gawain and Lancelot, who were also there, Gaheris's expression grew even more somber.

He still vividly remembered the scene when he was instantly killed by Lancelot at the execution ground. The opponent's strength was absolutely overwhelming compared to his own. Among the Knights of the Round Table, only Lancelot and Galahad had a chance to defeat Lancelot.

But none of them are here right now, so no one can be sure of defeating Lancelot.

"Yes, Lancelot and Gawain are both too strong."

Percival also spoke very honestly: "With this Holy Lance, I can probably hold off Lancelot without losing, but not for too long. Moreover, Gawain and Tristan are equally unstoppable, and even Kay would have a hard time defeating them. Gaheris is no match for Gareth. The difference in combat power is too great. Even if Geraint returns, it will be meaningless."

"..."

The Knights of the Round Table fell silent at that moment.

Kay didn't care that Percival had pointed out that he was inferior to Gawain and Tristan.

After all, as Knights of the Round Table, the difference in strength between them was quite obvious. During the day, Gawain, Lancelot, Lanmarok, Tristan, and Galahad were undoubtedly at the forefront, followed by Percival, who could only be considered to be at the middle level.

He could easily defeat Mordred, Agravan, or Gareth, but he has no chance against the others, not to mention the Lion King.

There weren't enough people in a one-on-one situation, and given the disparity in individual strength, the assassination of the Lion King was undoubtedly a joke at this moment.

Therefore, Kai finally set his sights on Rowe.

Although it was extremely shameful to place the hopes of the Knights of the Round Table on outsiders, he sincerely hoped that this saint could bring them a different kind of miracle, just like in Exodus.

"Let's retreat first; your companions probably won't be coming back."

Luo Wei calmly began to express his thoughts.

It was called a retreat, but it was really just an escape.

It's getting dark, and the Lion King will be back soon. Let's escape from here first and then make a plan later.

Upon hearing this suggestion, Kai was somewhat moved and was about to say something when suddenly, under the setting sun in the distance, several different figures slowly walked over.

Those were Lancelot and Gawain, silently approaching.

"It's my brother and Lancelot!!"

Upon seeing them arrive on their own initiative, Gahris beamed with joy and, without any hesitation, ran over to them, asking, "Are you here to stop the Lion King too? That's wonderful! If you could help me..."

"……sorry."

Gao Wen lowered his head and said in a pained tone.

The next moment, the Victory Wheel sword hanging at his waist was suddenly drawn, its blade gleaming with unparalleled cold light, and he swung it directly at Gahris without hesitation.

Kai immediately realized something was wrong, so he hurriedly shouted, "Come back quickly, Gaheris!!"

what? !

Gahris's eyes widened in that instant. He couldn't believe that his brother would draw his sword at him without a word, and in such a despicable way.

Is this really the righteous Sun Knight?!

"..."

However, Gawain remained silent, only continuing to swing his sword.

The Sword of Victory arrived in an instant, striking Gahris on the head. However, the expected decapitation did not occur, and Gahris's head remained intact.

"How is this going?"

Gahris's eyes widened.

Did Gawain show mercy?

That's absolutely impossible, because at this moment Gawain's eyes were even more astonished and bewildered than his.

Percival, who was behind him, realized something and looked at Rowe beside him. He saw white powder floating around him and then heard him say something.

"—Air above, weapons below."

Knowing in advance that Gawain would make a move, Rowe took the initiative to block the attack for Gaheris.

"elder brother……!!"

Because Lovi had escaped with his life, Gaheris hurriedly retreated, his eyes filled with disbelief. If it weren't for the Saint's intervention, he would be dead by now.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry! Please forgive me, Gaheris!!!"

Gawain raised his head, his face contorted with pain, tears streaming down his face. He abruptly withdrew his holy sword, intending to launch another attack, but Gaheris had already retreated behind Percival.

Lancelot, standing to the side, remained silent and swung his sword at Gahelis. Seeing this, Percival unhesitatingly swung the Spear of Longinus to block the incoming Undying Lake Light.

Clang!

However, just as the battle was about to begin, they heard several whooshing sounds as arrows shot towards them at extremely high speed from very tricky angles.

Upon noticing this, Loewe immediately raised his hand and knocked him down, as did the other Knights of the Round Table.

They were all seasoned knights, so of course they wouldn't die directly because of this.

Kai looked behind him and saw a red figure standing on the ruins. He called out the figure's name: "Tristan".

"Yes, Kai, it's me."

Tristan walked over with complete composure, then continued to nock the arrow and prepare to fire.

And it wasn't just the three of them; other figures appeared from different directions: Mordred, Gareth, Agraven, and the other faction of Knights of the Round Table were all present.

“I see. So you were already planning to attack us, Agraven.”

Kai looked at the black-clad knight leading the group and said in a deep voice.

"..."

Gawain, Tristan, and Lancelot lowered their heads, unwilling to say anything more. Mordred continued to shout wildly from the side, while Agravan remained silent and said, "That's right, because even if I don't make a move, you will either take the initiative or run away, which would make things even more troublesome."

"I absolutely cannot allow you to become a threat to the king."

Kai fell silent.

Their actions were noticed by the more perceptive Agravan, and even Moses' suggestion to leave was within his expectations, which is why he came here to surround and attack them.

Geraint has yet to return, so he must have met with some misfortune.

Seeing this, he closed his eyes and painfully drew his sword: "I never imagined that the Knights of the Round Table would one day end up like this..."

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. After all, we've made different choices and have different stances, so we're now enemies."

This time, Agravan unusually apologized, then drew his sword and pointed it at Kai.

At that moment, all the Knights of the Round Table behind him drew their weapons.

Under a crimson sunset, on the ruins of the holy city.

The scene was silent, strange, and painful; none of the Knights of the Round Table were willing to speak again.

Because turning against a former comrade is comparable to the most painful torment in the world, but from the moment they made different choices, it was all already destined, and they had no other choice.

"What are you all standing there for?! We absolutely cannot let the King do it himself; this sin and suffering must be borne by us!!"

Noticing that the knights behind him were unwilling to make a move, Agravan said coldly, "Do you also want the king to experience this kind of grief from killing his comrades?!"

"We understand."

Gawain and Lancelot responded in deep voices, finally making up their minds.

At this moment, all the past friendships can only be washed away by blood and tears!

"What a painful scene... but such a choice is truly a cruel twist of fate."

Seeing this, Luo Wei couldn't help but sigh.

Clearly, as Knights of the Round Table and as former comrades, none of them wanted to fight, but they were forced to confront each other with swords drawn due to their differing stances.

Apart from……

"You better just die already!!"

"—Rebellion against my magnificent father (Clarent Blood Arthur)!!!"