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

His personality was the gentlest, and he had already pushed himself to the limit when he ambushed Kai and the others. Continuing to fight would definitely have a negative impact, so Tristan was willing to gouge out his own eyes just to stop seeing the Round Table fighting each other. He chose "reversal" in order to alleviate the pain in his heart.

In this situation, his kindness should also be plunged into darkness along with his eyes; just consider it a nightmare.

Seeing that Tristan was the first to choose his blessing, the other Knights of the Round Table knew they had no choice but to make their own. However, unlike Tristan, they did not choose a blessing that would completely distort their will; instead, they chose unique blessings that best suited them and had the least impact on their own will.

The final image is—

[Never Sleeps]: Gao Wen

[Twist]: Tristan

[Impure]: Gareth

[Out of Control]: Mordred

[Tragic]: Lancelot

There is also Agguwen, who was not chosen.

"..."

After receiving different blessings, the Knights of the Round Table felt a mix of emotions.

After all, this means there's no turning back, except...

Hahahahahahahaha!!!

Hearing the increasingly maniacal laughter around them, they couldn't help but turn around and look at Mordred, who was becoming even more deranged.

Overjoyed, Mordred drew the crimson magic sword from his waist and grinned, "Not bad! I feel stronger now. I can definitely tear that guy named Moses to pieces!"

"..."

The knights remained silent, but they all felt that this little fool was definitely going to suffer a great loss.

After all, the strength that saint displayed in the battle in the Holy City was definitely beyond what they could eliminate in a one-on-one fight.

Upon hearing this, Lion King Artoria glanced thoughtfully at Mordred and said coldly, "So that strange magician was Saint Moses? No wonder he could withstand my Holy Lance. So you all must be careful from now on."

Having experienced that encounter in the desert, she had a particularly deep memory of Rowe's performance.

That was definitely a formidable enemy, an enemy no less formidable than the Sun King in the desert.

"Don't worry, Father!"

Mordred laughed wildly and said, "I feel my power surging right now, and I am invincible! No matter if he is Moses or Lassie, I will take him down! So leave the task of hunting down the traitor to me!"

Upon hearing this, Agguiwen frowned. He could no longer tolerate this arrogant brat.

"Shut up, you rebellious knight! Putting aside that unexpected saint, you absolutely cannot defeat Percival and Kay alone. Apart from sneak attacks, where do you think your martial arts skills rank among the Knights of the Round Table?"

Although what he said was entirely true, Mordred, who had already lost control, wouldn't tolerate Agravain. In his madness, he drew his sword and slashed at him without any hesitation, which startled Gawain, who intervened in time to stop him.

—Clang!

Blinding sparks immediately flew in front of my eyes.

Gawain asked coldly, "What do you want to do, Mordred!"

"Hahaha, I don't want to do anything, I just want this viper to know where I am in the queue."

"You're doing this..."

Gao Wen was about to reprimand him when he heard something in his ear.

"It's a blessing of 'out of control,' and now she's completely beyond saving. Gawain, let her chase after them; dying out there will at least rid us of a potential threat. In her current state, she's absolutely incapable of betraying us."

Realizing the situation, Agravan stopped paying attention to the madman and instead offered his advice to the Lion King, fulfilling his duty as strategist. He proposed:

"My king, use the Holy Grail. Although you do not have the Command Seals to control their suicide, cutting off their connection to the Holy Grail and causing them to disappear or weaken due to exhaustion of their mana is the simplest way."

Upon hearing this, Gawain and Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief, as this would prevent fratricide.

but……

"This is a good idea, you are indeed very thoughtful, but unfortunately, I threw away the Holy Grail not long ago."

"They're obviously celebrating too soon," said Artoria the Lion King calmly.

"Throw it away!!!"

At this moment, Agguwen was completely dumbfounded, and even his tone suddenly rose a lot.

"You, you... how could you throw it away?"

"Since I have already summoned you with the Holy Grail, the Grail has naturally become useless, so it's fine to throw it away."

The Lion King answered matter-of-factly, a response that made Agravain a little dizzy.

"No, wait a minute, my king, do you remember where you threw the Holy Grail?"

Agguiven persisted, asking again.

"I don't remember anymore. I just threw it away when I passed through the desert on my way back. Then I had a battle with that saint in the desert nearby. I've probably been blown away by the aftershocks to some corner of the vast sea of ​​sand by now."

You're unbeatable...

At this moment, Agguwen was completely speechless.

If it were anyone else, he would definitely be furious at their stupidity, but if it were the king, then he could only sigh that he was indeed the king, and that the mere Holy Grail was not taken seriously.

"Alright, whether or not we have the Holy Grail is irrelevant. As long as you are all still here, my Holy Grail will surely be completed. So, get ready to begin."

The Lion King spoke calmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will take the initiative to arrange the rest."

"Yes, I trust you to do things."

The Lion King, Artoria, nodded.

"So just leave it to me, I'll go after Moses and Kay."

Mordred still harbored resentment towards the guy who had bullied her.

"I've already said, you're no match for Kai and the others, but if you stay here in your current state, you'll only be a menace. It wouldn't be bad if you died out there, so go ahead and wreak havoc in the wilderness, rebellious knight, Mordred!"

"Ha, you venomous snake, you're the biggest menace! Do you want me to kill you?"

“I’ll go too. After all, as Agraven said, Mordred can’t handle Kai and the others by himself. Maybe we can with me.”

Just as they were about to fight again, Lancelot volunteered to join the battle.

Agravuren nodded silently, not refusing his request. Rather, he wanted to see the two rebellious knights get out together.

He had always harbored disgust for Lancelot, the man who had killed him and harmed the king, and for Mordred, the traitor. The only difference was that Lancelot wasn't as audacious as Mordred; he hadn't been able to find a reason to ostracize him, and now that Lancelot had offered to go out and pursue them, it suited him perfectly.

Whether these two guys wipe out Kai and his group, or die together, it doesn't matter to him. The ideal world the king envisions has no need for rebels.

"Then I will protect the king."

In the end, unwilling to kill his own brother, he chose to remain by the king's side, just as he had in life. Although Bedivere was still the knight who accompanied the king the longest, unfortunately, like Galahad and Lanmarok, he did not respond to the summons.

"Then it's decided. I, Gawain, will be in charge of protecting the King. Mordred and Lancelot will go out to pursue the enemy. Tristan and Gareth will continue to recruit troops. After all, we can't build a kingdom from scratch with just a few of us..."

"There's absolutely no need for all that trouble."

The Lion King interrupted Agravan before she could speak, and then said, "I have prepared the holy city and the corresponding army required for the Holy Expedition. You only need to carry out the Holy Expedition."

"Huh?"

Gareth was stunned; she couldn't imagine what it would be like for the Lion King to establish a city-state.

"I first used the Holy Grail to re-summon the City of Chalk on this land, and then I summoned you all again. As for the army, I also used the Holy Grail to create some Calibur Knights."

"Your Majesty, you are truly farsighted..."

Upon hearing this, Agguiwen felt much more at ease, as this would save him a lot of trouble.

"If the City of Chalk reappears, then the Holy Raid can proceed directly, and then..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Lion King seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look towards the desert in the night.

"So they really came."

Following the Lion King's gaze, the Knights of the Round Table were all taken aback. They all sensed that something terrifying was approaching from the desert, and there were many of them.

"What is that, Your Majesty?" Gareth asked timidly.

"It is the Crusaders led by the Demon King Lionheart. The Holy City they occupied was pierced by my Holy Lance, and the Holy Grail was stolen. They must be resentful now, so they have gathered a large army to come back and take revenge on me."

"The Lion King said calmly. At the edge of her vision, she saw a huge, black monster with a human body and a lion's head, the complete opposite of Sphinx, leading a massive army toward them.

The other party seemed to have noticed the Lion King's gaze, and the jet-black lion let out a terrifying roar.

"—Lion King, give me back the Holy Grail!!!"

A surge of powerful magic swept in, accompanied by a roar that shook the night sky.

Then countless dark demon armies emerged from the night, exuding a terrifying aura, and the black waves instantly swept across the entire desert.

"Knights of the Round Table, prepare for battle!"

Upon seeing this, Agravan, realizing the enemy's strength, immediately and coldly called upon the Knights of the Round Table around him to be on guard, but the Lion King didn't think it was a big deal.

After all, they were just a bunch of nobody fleeing in panic under the Holy Lance. What difference would it make if more of them came?

However, noticing the Knights of the Round Table's current excitement, she did not take the initiative to attack.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

The Lion King pulled on the reins, leading his white horse and the Knights of the Round Table behind him, as they charged towards the demon army.

"We will not fail in our mission!"

Upon hearing that the enemy was not Kai and his group, the Knights of the Round Table behind them were reignited in their fighting spirit and charged out fearlessly.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, just as the Knights of the Round Table and the Crusaders were launching their final battle on the ruins of the Holy City.

After leaving Jerusalem, Lovi led Kai and the others for dozens of miles until the sun had completely set, at which point they stopped to rest.

Although Jerusalem is surrounded by desert, there is also a desolate mountainous area, and Lowe is relying on his intuition to lead these guys closer to the mountains.

The sky was completely dark, the temperature plummeted, and the moon hung lonely in the sky overhead, like an eye watching them flee.