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

Mordred roared wildly as he chased after Rowe, unleashing the crimson light of "Rebellion Against My Magnificent Father" at him.

"A saint?!"

Kai immediately reminded him, but Luo Wei simply gestured for him not to stop and to keep running, then glanced at the incoming light cannon from behind.

Little lion cub, I'm not going to argue with you, but you've actually become addicted?

If your dad wasn't coming back soon, I would have shown you how I used to beat him up.

Luo Wei didn't think much of it. He had plenty of ways to deal with the light cannon coming from behind, but because of his status, he could only use the Crusader's spell, so he directly summoned his Sage's Staff.

Legend has it that Moses also possessed a magical staff given to him by God, which could bring about miracles, namely the ten plagues. Although he did not have one, he could use it as a disguise.

"Michael, I'm counting on you."

Lowe called softly, and then a red angelic figure suddenly appeared from the cane, and then...

—Boom!!

With a deafening roar, Michael, summoned, seemed to have a touch of spiritual light in his eyes. He wielded his extended flaming sword without hesitation, unleashing crimson holy fire that ripped through the sky and crashed into Mordred's Noble Phantasm.

The collision of lightning and flames caused an overload, and the shockwave from the violent explosion swept away pieces of the ground beneath the surrounding ruins. Even worse, Mordred's Noble Phantasm was actually hit, and the heat wave of holy fire swept mercilessly toward the group behind her, forming an impenetrable wall of fire that cut off the pursuers.

"..."

Michael, wielding the flaming sword, coldly stared at the unwilling Mordred. Seemingly due to Lovi's orders, his figure vanished immediately after the sword was swung.

Although it was only for a brief moment, Lovi noticed that this time Michael was somewhat different from when he used it before. It seemed to be more powerful, and the original angelic aspect seemed to be more intense.

Although somewhat curious, considering that this was Jerusalem, with its many statues of angels and the Son of God and its many beliefs, it was only natural to be influenced. So, Luo Wei ignored the furious pursuers behind him and turned to run with the rest of the group, disappearing into the vast desert.

"Damn it! Mordred, they got away with your Noble Phantasm!!"

Agguwen was furious, but he dared not easily cross this wall of flames.

Lancelot had no intention of pursuing the matter further; in fact, he was relieved.

Gareth and Tristan, like Agravure, dared not act rashly, for this flame could burn a Servant.

So in the end, only Gawain, the Sun Knight with the highest HP, charged forward alone.

Mordred stared at the wall of flames, lost in deep thought, feeling utterly bewildered.

"That guy is actually that strong? And it seems his name was called by Kai..."

"Moses again? So where did this follower come from?"

However, all she received in response was Agruven's resentful gaze.

If Mordred hadn't unleashed her Noble Phantasm here, but instead chased them into the open desert, they could have bypassed her even if she raised a wall of flames, instead of being stuck standing there like this.

Moreover, Gawain is a weirdo. That brainless gorilla, it's nighttime now, does he really think he can take on five people at once?!

Noticing Agravure's reproachful gaze, Mordred somewhat embarrassedly put away the magic sword in her hand.

……

The sun has completely set.

Because Luo Wei and his group ran too fast, and the vast desert made it impossible to discern their footprints, Gawain, who had gone out to chase after them, returned empty-handed.

In response, Agguwen was relieved that the gorilla had not been killed by the other party.

Soon after, night fell, and several beams of golden light burst forth in the desert far from the holy city, gradually sweeping away the night clouds overhead. The Lion King then rushed back to the holy city of Jerusalem.

She glanced at the Holy City, now ravaged by the light cannons, then at the remaining Knights of the Round Table, and recalled the Kai and his companions she had encountered in the desert. At that moment, she had already found her answer.

"So, they've all made their choices."

The Lion King spoke calmly, showing no anger at Kai and the others' betrayal; in her eyes, it seemed to be nothing more than a trivial matter.

Agravan stepped forward, knelt on one knee before the Lion King, and said in a deep voice, "I apologize, Your Majesty, for we failed to kill the rebels in time. Please punish us."

"No, they are not rebels."

The Lion King did not respond to this, but gently shook his head and replied, "We are just partners who made different choices, Agravure. You should not address each other like that."

"Yes……"

"However, since we have chosen different paths and gone our separate ways, we will be enemies when we meet again. In order to prevent them from interfering with my plans, we must eliminate them. I saw traces of them when I returned, but because that magician's methods were too strange, I was unable to eliminate them all immediately. This is my dereliction of duty as the king."

The Lion King's calm words caused the knights to furrow their brows.

"Sure enough, those beams of light were yours..."

"Father, leave it to me! I will definitely kill them all!"

Before Agraven could finish speaking, Mordred stepped forward and patted his chest in assurance.

Agravan was furious at this.

He genuinely looked down on this guy; he had no skills whatsoever, yet he was always the first to cause trouble and draw attention. He wasn't even willing to observe the most basic manners.

However, with the Lion King in front of him, he couldn't afford to lose his temper, so he could only say in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will handle this matter properly."

"Well, then I'll leave this matter to you, Agukwen."

Ignoring Mordred, perhaps knowing all along that he was unreliable, the Lion King ultimately entrusted the task to Agravan.

Seeing this, Mordred looked unwilling, while Agravure's expressionless face was filled with joy. For him, nothing was more gratifying than gaining the king's trust.

However, the other Knights of the Round Table were not in high spirits.

Tristan was in immense pain, Gawain was also torn by his desire to kill Gaheris, Lancelot, who had been slacking off, remained silent, and Gareth was in the deepest sorrow because he had to fight his own companions.

Her two brothers, Gawain and Gaheris, were the people she loved most, but they were killing each other, and she could do nothing about it.

Gareth sincerely hoped that the king before him would retract his cruel order and change his mind, unable to bear seeing the Knights of the Round Table fight each other.

However, the Lion King wielding the Holy Lance now only possesses memories of the past; his personality has changed. He is no longer the knight king who protects everyone, but a Lion King whose primary goal is conquest.

Furthermore, because the Holy Lance replaced the Holy Sword, her body, which was blessed by the Holy Sword and remained forever young at the moment of drawing the sword, also underwent a change, experiencing a new growth and reaching a level commensurate with her age.

She went from being short to nearly 1.7 meters tall, and her breasts, due to further development, became quite impressive—no, they were practically hemispherical in size.

Furthermore, due to the excessive use of the Holy Lance, she has been strengthened and is now infinitely close to being a god. Therefore, compared to the Artoria of the past, she is much colder and more silent, supported only by her remaining memories.

She glanced at the grieving Knights of the Round Table before her, pondered for a moment, and felt that their camaraderie would make it difficult for them to fight each other, so she took the initiative to offer a suggestion.

"Fighting against Kai and the others must be difficult for you. In that case, I will bestow upon you appropriate blessings to help you overcome that obstacle and make your battles easier in the future."

As he spoke, the Lion King raised the Holy Lance high, which then began to emit new light. Different lights then entered the bodies of different Knights of the Round Table, bestowing blessings upon them in the manner of a god.

The white light entered their bodies, and in that instant, Gareth, Lancelot, and Tristan's expressions suddenly changed after receiving these blessings.

They realized that these blessings were not traditional divine blessings, but rather tyrannical blessings of "reversal," "rage," and "loss of control." Even other blessings contained special elements that restricted emotions.

Upon realizing this, Lancelot's expression suddenly changed, as if he had realized something. He looked at the Lion King in disbelief, but then quickly looked away.

At this moment, Tristan and the others also raised their questions to the Lion King.

"Your Majesty, these blessings are truly..."

"Yes, you read that right. These blessings I've given all contain some effects of [Reversal] and [Berserk Mode]. Only in this way can you attack Kai and the others without any scruples, right? Is there a problem?"

The Lion King turned around and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

At that moment, all the knights present felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

They had never felt so unfamiliar with the king before.

Chapter 169 The Increasingly Chaotic Situation

"My king, are these blessings truly appropriate?"

After witnessing these blessings and their effects firsthand, Lancelot finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Because he knew very well that the king he once believed in and served would never do such a thing, such an act that distorted the will and character of the Knights of the Round Table.

"Shut up! Lancelot, don't forget you're a rebellious knight too. You have no right to question the king's decisions."

But as soon as Lancelot opened his mouth, Agravain immediately rebuked him sternly.

"All you need to do now is make a choice; you don't need to think about anything else."

He then looked at all the knights and said first, "No matter what happens, I will unconditionally support any decision the king makes. My will always guides my actions, so I will not use these blessings."

The Lion Queen had no objection to this. She could see that Agravan was the most loyal knight among them, but also the weakest. Since he didn't need to fight, it didn't matter whether she used the blessing or not.

"And what about you?"

She turned her gaze to the side, her lion-like eyes captivating and mesmerizing.

"I...I choose this one."

Seeing Agravan's choice and facing the Lion King's oppression, Tristan finally stood up, then tremblingly stretched out his palms and decisively gouged out his own eyes, causing Gawain and Gareth to shout in alarm.

"Tristan, you!"

"It's alright, Gawain, don't worry about me."

Finally, he reached out and chose the blessing he should least have chosen: "Reversal".

“Tristan…”

Gareth looked grief-stricken.

Was it really the right thing for the kindest Tristan to choose the worst blessing?

“Gareth, and you too. Please don’t worry about me. This is a responsibility I must repay. Gouging out my eyes and turning everything upside down is the only way I can find peace. This is how I repay the harm I caused the King and cleanse myself of all the sins I have committed.”

Finally, Tristan's voice became relaxed and reassuring.

Upon seeing his choice, Mordred curled her lip, Gawain remained silent, Gareth shed tears, and Lancelot was speechless.

They certainly knew what Tristan was talking about.

Or rather, among these people, Tristan was the one who should least be with them; he was the most likely to leave with Kay and the others.

But the only reason he stayed was to atone for the sins he had committed in the past. Tristan always regretted it, and he always regretted saying such vicious words to King Arthur: "The king does not understand people's hearts."

It was precisely because of his insightful words that the relationship between King Arthur and the knight was shaken, foreshadowing a future rebellion. This later became the biggest slander against King Arthur in his life.

This is the thing he regrets most in his life. Ever since he was summoned, Tristan has wanted to kill the past version of himself who said those words. It is because of this self-blame and guilt that he is tormented by the guilt and remorse that he chose to stand here even if it meant going against his own morality and choices, instead of leaving with Kay.

This was something he had to do, something he had to repay; he could no longer bring himself to hurt his king again.