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

Seeing this, Agravan, who had completely guessed what they were thinking, was furious, but at this moment, his orders were useless, and the Lion King didn't care at all.

If these blessed Knights of the Round Table cannot even defeat opponents of this caliber, then even if they remain, they will hardly be of much use. If they truly wish to die, then they should exert their strength before facing death.

After all, God doesn't care.

Soon, five powerful Knights of the Round Table, five figures of different colors, fought a bloody battle on the desert battlefield, accompanied by the brilliance of magic, as magic ran rampant.

From a distance, their magic seemed inexhaustible, their energy boundless, their martial arts causing the demonic tide to tremble and surge. Their strength rivaled that of heroes throughout history, or perhaps they themselves were heroes.

Wherever Gawain went, the blinding sunlight shone down, and the number of saints and the blessing of tripled strength constantly enveloped him, greatly amplifying his power. No matter how deep he ventured alone, no matter how desperately he attacked, under the sword that shook the sun, the group of crusader demons could only be cut in half at the waist. So he could only continue forward, searching for an enemy who could kill him.

Tristan, having completed the reversal, was even more ruthless. Every time he plucked the bowstring, one or more crusaders would have their heads chopped off by the invisible blade. The continuous explosions would even engulf the knights he led, but he didn't care about any of it.

The crimson lightning that kept erupting in the distance belonged to Mordred's power. Out of control, she no longer needed to worry about the cooldown of her Noble Phantasm. With the infinite magic power of the Holy Grail, she could release her Noble Phantasm at will and was now happily reaping her rewards.

Lancelot, the strongest among them, had already spotted the enemy leader on the battlefield—the most powerful demon, Lionheart, who was capable of killing him—and launched his attack without hesitation.

on another battlefield.

--boom! !

The jet-black lion swung its greatsword, striking Lancelot's Undying Lake of Light with tremendous force, knocking his knee into the sand below.

This Lion's Slash almost overwhelmed Lancelot's body, but thanks to the blessing of "Piteousness" and his own martial arts skills, he quickly broke free from the sword's suppression and swung his sword back at Lionheart.

"—Binding Chains Severed, Overwhelming Lake Light (Aroundight Overload)!!"

A brief swing of his sword, like ripples on autumn water, spread across his golden holy sword. Although it lacked the loud noise of Mordred's sword, it contained a terrifying power capable of slicing through steel and heavy rocks.

Seeing this, even the Lionheart King was unwilling to take the Lake Knight's strongest attack head-on. He could only release his last Lion Slash to knock the Knight away before his massive body hurriedly retreated to avoid the attack.

The moment he finished his retreat, the desert beneath his feet, swept by Lancelot's sword, suddenly erupted in a violent explosion.

—Boom!!

That was the complete release of the magic power that had been accumulating within the Lake of Immortality.

At that moment, even the Lionheart King saw through the scheme.

Lancelot's Noble Phantasm is not the typical light-based attack of the Knights of the Round Table. Instead, it condenses the light-based attack into a single sword strike, which he then uses to close in and strike directly at the enemy's body, achieving an effect of cutting through everything. In other words, being hit by his sword is far more fatal than being struck by the light-based attacks of the Sun Knight or that blond idiot who keeps yelling about his light-based attack.

"Hoo hoo, the Demon King Lionheart lives up to his name."

Compared to the Lionheart who was merely held back, Lancelot, who had always been known as the strongest knight of the Round Table, was seriously injured at this moment. He clutched his chest, leaned on his sword, and prepared to face his own death and bring peace to his life.

He admitted that he was not as skilled as the other, had a clear conscience, and had done his duty to hold off the strongest plan for nearly a hundred rounds. At this moment, he was exhausted.

But at this moment, Lionheart's expression was even more unpleasant than his.

Because he failed to defeat Lancelot within a hundred rounds, the surrounding Crusaders had already been slaughtered by the remaining Knights of the Round Table, and now several different figures were rapidly surrounding him.

The situation of being besieged was already predetermined, and it would be difficult to win the next battle...

A single knight would surely be no match for the blessed Knights of the Round Table, and his summoned companions had all perished. They were no match for these blessed Knights of the Round Table, and this time, he was doomed to fail.

He hadn't expected that the Lion King would summon such a helper, and that he himself wasn't even qualified to face off against the Lion King this time.

The enormous, jet-black lion's head slowly rose, gazing towards the distant city of chalk.

Above the city wall, the Lion King, clad in silver lion armor, also gazed at this place. The contempt and indifference in his eyes were unmistakable, clearly showing that the other party did not take his defeated opponent seriously at all.

"The Lion King! King Arthur!! Come out and fight me to the death!!"

"I, King Lionheart, challenge you to a duel befitting kings! On the honor of our knighthood!!"

He roared with all his might, trying to lure the Lion King down to fight him in a final battle between kings, thus preserving his last shred of dignity.

but……

The Lion Queen did not respond to the Lionheart's roar. She merely glanced indifferently at the Lionheart, who was now surrounded, and lost all interest in the already decided outcome. She turned and returned to her palace.

Agravity, with remarkable patience, continued to command the Knights of the Round Table below to join forces in the annihilation.

"Lancelot, Gawain, Mordred, Tristan, this time you all work together! We can't let him get away again!!"

A sharp sound echoed across the battlefield. Gawain pulled Lancelot, who was already seriously injured, to his feet. The blinding sunlight directly enveloped the battlefield. Then, without saying a word, Tristan, Gawain, and Mordred launched an attack on Lionheart in the center.

Two different beams of light, accompanied by a demonic sound, struck his body. Even Lionheart's demonic body was shaken so badly that he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He glared angrily in the direction Lionheart had left, his resentment and humiliation seemingly solidified into a tangible form.

She's definitely not the King Arthur I was hoping for! That guy's a fake!

The Lion King, the Lion King, the Lion King—it's all a fake!

The real King Arthur, the King he envisioned, would never be so aloof, allowing his knights to fight and die for him on the battlefield, nor would he refuse any challenge from knights or kings. Therefore…

"She's a fake! Open your eyes, Knights of the Round Table!! That's not the real King Arthur!!!"

He roared angrily, his loud voice and magic even pushing back the three knights around him, making Agravivan's brows twitch and his resolve harden.

'The Lionheart is truly terrifying; he must not be allowed to live!'

"Lancelot, if you can still move, get up and let's kill him together!!"

Agguwen continued to issue orders.

"I see."

Even though Lancelot disliked Agravain, he had no choice but to continue joining the four-on-one battle.

Meanwhile, Mordred launched a new round of attacks without any hesitation.

"You stupid lion, aren't you annoying with your incessant nagging? My father is my father, who is it to you to judge what is true and what is false? You just need to obediently die!"

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

In response to the Lion King's roar, Mordred once again unleashed a dark red lightning bolt that exploded on the spot, thus igniting the final battle.

"—Excalibur Galatine, the Sword of Victory!!"

"—Failnaught!!"

Gawain and Tristan ignored the lion's ravings and unleashed their own Noble Phantasms.

The ear-piercing demonic sound, the sun wheel that could melt everything, and the crimson lightning struck at the same time, transforming into the most terrifying attack of the three Knights of the Round Table.

Apart from the injured Lancelot and Gareth, who was too weak to join the battle, this was already the most terrifying combined force.

Agravan is excluded; his combat ability is on par with that of the tax collector Geraint, placing him at the bottom of the Round Table, even inferior to Gareth, so naturally he cannot participate.

"I hate it!!"

"I hate you damned, blind Knights of the Round Table! How could you not recognize your own king?!"

"I hate you! You shattered my dream of rebuilding the glory of the Crusades!! I will not let you get away with this!! Absolutely not!!!"

In the final moments before the three beams of light were about to strike the dark body, Lionheart, filled with resentment and rage, unleashed his strongest Noble Phantasm.

"—Roar, lion, sing of the blazing inferno (Utopie Purgatoire)!!!"

roar--!!!

With a final roar filled with boundless hatred, the surrounding desert began to boil. The intense heat and destructive power made Mordred and Gawain realize the danger and hurriedly take cover.

However, it was too late by then.

Countless hellfires spewed forth from the crevices of the desert, the flames that scorched the souls coiling around the body of the Demon King Lionheart with a final roar. In an instant, they transformed into a shroud of the setting sun, carrying him out of the encirclement of the four Knights of the Round Table. Behind him, countless lion heads formed of flames roared in a low voice, charging unstoppably towards the distant white holy city under his command, intending to burn away everything in their path.

"not good!!"

The Knights of the Round Table who had been blasted away by the flames were utterly astonished. They had not expected that the Lionheart King would possess such power. The Noble Phantasm he unleashed was unstoppable; whoever tried to catch it would die.

Although this was exactly what Gawain and Lancelot wanted, the lion was running so fast that they had no way to stop it or have time to stop it.

"That damn guy..."

Upon hearing this, Agravure, who was blocking the edge of the Holy City, frowned sharply and hurriedly called on the surrounding Knights of the Righteousness to form a defensive formation to prepare to receive this Noble Phantasm. Under no circumstances could he be allowed to rush into the Holy City and disturb the King. He also drew his sword, ready to risk his life to fight Lionheart.

call out--!!

roar--!!!

The fiery roar of hell was still approaching, its breath still hot. The mere few thousand meters could be traversed in an instant. The number of fire lions behind it had increased to several hundred. If it continued running, it would definitely crush everything in its path.

Just as Agravan's face darkened, having already foreseen his fate, suddenly...

"—The Berserk Wolf Girl (Ira Lupus)!!!"

Gareth's familiar voice came from the other side, and there she was, a petite woman raising her spear and charging at high speed toward the side of Lionheart King's Noble Phantasm.

Among the Knights of the Round Table, only Gareth possesses a Noble Phantasm similar to Lionheart's charge attack, so at this moment, only she could catch up, but...

"Gares!!!"

Upon seeing the figure that had selflessly plunged into the flames, Gawain and Lancelot behind them let out cries of anguish.

The difference in their strength is too great; Gareth has no chance of withstanding this Noble Phantasm.

As expected, the Lionheart's pace was indeed briefly slowed the moment the girl's body plunged into the flames, but Gareth was already burned beyond recognition. Her once lovely face was now destroyed. Even so, she did not stop. Her hands tightly hugged the Lionheart's arm, refusing to let go even as her body was being torn apart by countless fiery beasts.

This scene moved even Lionheart. He angrily cursed the petite girl who could endure the scorching fires of hell, his huge lion eyes filled with disbelief and incredulity.

"You fool! Your king doesn't care about you at all! That's not the King Arthur you're supposed to serve!!"

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully, has your king appeared?!"

However, the petite knight remained unmoved by the Lionheart King's soul-stirring roar. She firmly said, "Perhaps, but a king is a king... No matter what she becomes, it is right for us knights to protect her."

"Brother Gawain, Senior Lancelot, please kill me, and this lion too!"

She calmly turned around and looked at Lancelot and Gawain, who were approaching, and pleaded.

However, these words made Lancelot's hand holding the sword tremble.

Gareth died because of his recklessness, so he always felt guilty. How could he possibly kill her now? Seeing this, even Mordred was unwilling to be the one to finish her off, and she wavered for once.

Tristan remained silent, preparing to finish off Gareth and Lionheart together. Now that the tide had turned, he couldn't care less about anything else.

brush--!!

However, an attack came even faster than his.

"Forgive me, Gareth!!"

It was Gawain. He suddenly raised his head, his face filled with immense grief, his eyes were extremely dim, and tears streamed down his face like a tidal wave.

He swung his holy sword at Lionheart and Gareth together. Lionheart tried to resist, but Gareth's body greatly restricted him. It would have taken only two more seconds for the girl to be burned to death, but even those two seconds were enough to secure victory.

The sharp holy sword severed half of Gareth's body and one of Lionheart's arms, his weapon and blade flying to the other side of the battlefield.