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

"What's wrong?" Nitocris asked immediately. "Has something happened?"

Compared to Ramesses II and other Servants, her strength is not in combat.

Moreover, the iron shells of those purgatory knights were too incompatible with her. Against soulless beings, the Underworld Codex was of little use, so she was assigned to the rear to use magic to heal the wounded.

"Yes, yes, Master Sanzang has single-handedly conquered three cities! The tide of battle has turned! Now only the last city remains, and it's only a matter of time before it's captured by Gaheris and Bose."

"Is that so... Well, that's great."

Upon hearing this good news, Nito finally smiled.

On the other side, another soldier suddenly walked anxiously into the barracks.

"Pharaoh, your Netherworld Mirror Manual has made a move!"

The soldier hurriedly reported.

Upon hearing this, Nito's eyes narrowed.

The Mirror of the Underworld refers to Nitocris's treasure, the "Mirror of the Underworld." This mirror reflects the underworld, or rather, the dark otherworld, and possesses the divinity of the Egyptian god of the underworld.

The magnificent complex temple of Ramses II contained all the divinity of ancient Egypt.

When Nitocris left, Ramses II told her that he would go all out this time and would use the divinity of all the Egyptian gods, including Anubis and Horus.

And now that the [Netherworld Tome] has shown unusual activity, that means...

"Has the battlefield that the Sun King mentioned already begun?"

Nitocris murmured to herself, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.

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Chapter 213 Holy crap, the door's open?!

On the eve of the war, Kai personally visited not only to confirm whether his pigs had really learned to root for cabbages, but also to confirm one thing.

The matter was extremely simple: whether Luo Wei was psychologically prepared for a full-scale war, and whether he truly had the capacity to withstand the carnage that war would bring.

After all, missionary work, fighting, and dueling are not the same as war.

In battles between heroes, or when a saint travels to spread his teachings, he may only need to kill a few obstacles, demons, or monsters and machines. But in war... human lives are merely an ever-increasing number.

It's important to know that the Holy City has not only followers and mechanized purgatory knights, but also tens of thousands of mortal soldiers, many of whom were once soldiers or residents of Jerusalem, but were simply incorporated into Agravivan's army.

What Kai was worried about was that, given how much Lovi valued life and loved humans, the enemies he had killed so far were nothing more than monsters, evil spirits, or followers.

He hadn't witnessed Rowe killing any humans; after all, what he did was more about saving than killing. Therefore, Kay was genuinely worried that Rowe's nature would prevent him from killing ordinary people on the battlefield…

Although such a problem is nothing to him personally, after all, the opponent of a strong person should also be a strong person, and not to harm ordinary people can also show his benevolence, once Luo Wei sits in the position of the operator, any bit of benevolence will be extremely fatal to them.

Even though he and the other Knights of the Round Table were completely convinced of Rowe's abilities and character, and given that he was already considered a queen, they had no objections to being commanded by her. However, such matters had to be confirmed on the battlefield.

If Luo Wei is unwilling, he will still do his best to escort him to the final battlefield according to the plan, but it will add some risks to the original plan.

"Don't worry, the saint is indeed benevolent, but he is by no means stupid. Although I always believe that all people are like stars, it does not mean that I am incapable of discerning what is right."

That night, Rowe responded by raising his hand to grasp a few strands of starlight, while simultaneously gathering the faith and worship of many people throughout the village. He certainly knew what he should do.

—Lu Xun once said, well, he actually forgot who said it, but that person was probably Zhou Shuren.

In short, the gist of that saying is—"To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself."

If a battle only involves himself, then Luo Wei will definitely do his best to reduce meaningless killing and avoid the deaths of innocent people, even if it means bleeding more blood and wasting more time, because life is the most precious treasure in this world.

But the battle at this moment was no longer about individuals, but about countless people. He carried the weight of countless lives and beliefs on his shoulders, and his every move, and what he did next, involved the survival of the entire world. If he were to utter such a naive statement as, "I do not wish for any life to die, for anyone to bleed," he would surely be struck dead and restarted by a bolt of causal lightning from the father in the sky who was witnessing all of this.

So Luo Wei simply slapped his thigh and told Kai his idea.

"The next strategy should be a swift victory. The Lion King's Holy Lance could be fully completed at any moment. It's unrealistic to try to slowly subdue and conquer Camelot. Moreover, defeating the Lion King isn't the end of the story; we must break in as quickly as possible—"

"So, are you ready? Saint."

"Haha, of course, after all, a saint isn't a saint, everyone has their own choices. Although their choices were clearly wrong, God will forgive them. But what does my father's forgiveness have to do with me? All I can do is send them to my father to report for duty."

Luo Wei's joke completely dispelled the concerns in the hearts of Kai and Artoria, these two kings and knights who had experienced many battles.

"Haha, that's quite an interesting way of putting it."

This put Kai at ease.

"Yes, forgiving sinners is God's work; our purpose is simply to send them to God. Though we are saints, we are never confused..."

"A saint is someone who can steadfastly pursue their goal and walk on the right path."

yes……

One who is solely kind and forgiving becomes a benevolent person, while one who steadfastly moves forward even while bearing sins can be called a saint.

The changes in a person are truly remarkable. At the beginning, Luo Wei was just a selfish little man who would scheme and plot for victory and to achieve his goals. But through his gradual progress, he has now grown into someone who can provide a safety net for others.

However, in the process of growing up, people will gain some things and always lose some things, such as that carefree feeling, that confidence and innocence, and that attitude of life that is good as long as they and the people around them are happy.

Aiwass was right; once he decided to embark on the path to godhood, his subsequent choices were destined to be anything but peaceful.

A person who, without receiving guidance from anyone, simply follows their own emotions and forges ahead.

The success of that so-called "Holy Son Ceremony" was itself abnormal. Unbeknownst to him, he had already embarked on a path that had been prepared for him long ago.

That was a new path, one that would transform him from someone who bravely forged ahead for himself into someone who could lead the whole world forward.

That was a new ladder that would allow him, a nobody hated by the world, to grow into someone who could establish a covenant with the gods.

Therefore, when he began to act as the Son of God, Lovi had to discard some things from the past and replace them with a great figure who could bear the direction of the entire world and protect it.

Bear this sin, accept this sin, until you return this sin to the goddess who should have borne it, and let her fall completely into the abyss.

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"Ahhhhh!!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I was forced to!"

"I don't want to serve the Lion King, I... I just want to survive!!"

--puff!!

"God, save us, please save us!"

*Pfft!*

Praying, calling for help, and the warmth of the blood made Luo Wei feel somewhat dazed.

Even though he had already walked through hell and witnessed the horrific scenes of life being destroyed, the impact of seeing so many lives begging for death before his eyes was still much greater for him.

At this moment, he was standing in the center, the very center of the Camelot battlefield, not only the very center of chaos, but also the very center of hell.

It is also the place with the most pain and sorrow.

"Are these metal-clad creatures really that durable? They're comparable to the elite knights I led when I was alive!"

Kai melted several righteous knights with his flaming sword, then couldn't help but shout at Lancelot.

"I'm surprised! These purgatory knights are far superior to the batch I was assigned to! Each one bears the Lion King's blessing; it seems they fought with all their might!"

Lancelot roared, and at the same time, he once again swung his longsword, condensing the light cannon into the blade, and directly cut down the three Sun Guardian Knights in the direction indicated by the water waves.

But that's not the most heartbreaking part...

"Lancelot, Knight Kay, it's no use! Our weapons are completely ineffective!"

The soldiers assisting nearby shouted anxiously, their weapons poking into the tin knights, but apart from producing some sparks from the friction of the metal shells, they did absolutely nothing.

"Don't engage in direct combat. Attack through the gaps in their defenses to hinder their movement. If you can't win, immediately shift your battle lines and deal with those ordinary soldiers!"

"Understood! Aim at the gaps in the Cavalry's defenses, ah!!"

--call out!!

The soldier captain in charge had just given the order when the heavy greatsword shot by the righteous knight pierced a huge hole in him. The powerful impact sent his body flying to the ground like a kite, where he lost all life.

"hateful!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Artoria pulled out the Holy Lance she had embedded in a Calibur Knight, then strode forward swiftly and mercilessly pierced through the Calibur Knight who had just fired the arrow.

But such attacks can't change anything. Even though Artoria's Holy Lance pierces through dozens of Purification Knights one after another, countless figures will still take their place. This group of tin-shelled knights is not killed off at all.

"Don't just stand there! Don't get bogged down, keep pushing forward!!"

The roars continued, and what was quietly evaporating from everyone's bodies was not only the dripping sweat, but also the bright red, scalding blood of unknown origin.

Weapons clashed violently, producing sharp sounds; flesh was mercilessly torn apart, emitting dull thuds; the dying cried out in despair. Countless sounds intertwined and mingled, forming a chilling wave of sound. Caught in this wave, everyone involuntarily turned their heads back, mouths agape, and roared with all their might, as if only in this way could they prove that they still possessed vibrant life at this moment.

The so-called vanguard force suffered staggering casualties in just ten minutes on such a battlefield. Apart from the heroic spirits, the rest of humanity could hardly survive on such a battlefield.

Agraven's preparations were far too thorough. On the outside were heavily armored knights with spears, on the inside were longbowmen, and at close range were greatsword knights. It could be said that the battlefield was completely fortified with three layers inside and three layers outside, making it a true impregnable fortress.

Even the Sphinx Legion, which had previously given the Cavalry a hard time, was pinned to the ground by steel arrows under the overwhelming barrage of arrows, unable to move, and could only die under the next round of javelin hurls.

"Damn! A blessing for the behemoth special forces! They even have special javelin units in addition to longbows. That bastard Agraven's war preparations are too thorough! This is so much stronger than the Camelot defenses we had in our past lives!!"

Having nearly been pierced through the heart by a javelin, Kai finally couldn't help but curse out loud.

This battle was utterly disgusting. The enemy's defenses were like a tortoise shell, so there was no need to worry about the number of weapons or personnel training; they could be easily replenished. The scale of their defenses was enough to qualify it as a national war in Britain.

We don't know how things are going with Bose and Gahris right now.

But something has definitely happened on my side.

The three armies were unable to get close at all due to the barrage of arrows from Agraven's tower defenses. Even first-rate Heroic Spirits could be killed when facing a volley of arrows from thousands of Righteous Knights, let alone Hassan and his ilk who could only rely on their agility to dodge attacks.

The Mountain People's Order, Hassan, is a fighting force specializing in combat against humans. Using them in this kind of siege warfare would be a complete waste; they wouldn't even be able to utilize half of their potential.

"Bedivell, you have the most ideas here. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Kai roared at the silver-haired youth who had just chopped down several righteous knights with his one-armed sword.

"No, that's not how siege warfare is supposed to be fought."

Bedivere also looked sad.