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

"So you've come after all, Bedivere... Right or wrong, she is our queen. You have chosen to serve another world's king, while I still choose to atone for the king I have hurt. These are not contradictory..."

Tristan replied with immense sadness.

"This time, I will sever all your heads here, especially yours—!!"

As he spoke, Tristan, who couldn't see anything at all, precisely locked onto Lovi's position and aimed his bowstring at the very person who had shaken the Lion King's heart.

"Then why not give it a try?"

"I won't let you succeed, Tristan!"

Seeing that a battle was inevitable, Lancelot and Bedivere stepped in front of Rowe, ready to fight.

But just as the battle was about to begin, they suddenly heard other people's voices behind them.

“Prophet, keep going. This utterly insane executioner is not worth your time or stopping here.”

"Although it may sound presumptuous to say this, this damned guy must be killed by Hassan himself today!"

“That’s right, I also want to avenge Senior Smoky Hassan and those mountain people he killed! Hassan’s revenge must be taken by Hassan!”

"Master, please continue onward, I will fight for you here! And then... let's stick together—!!"

"Stop fooling around, quiet down, let's save the celebrations and hugs for after we've won a great victory."

Having sensed something falling, Rowe caught the falling Silent Hassan and then put her down from his arms.

Immediately afterwards—

Swish, swish, swish!!!

The other three dark figures fell from the wall together: Cursed Arm Hassan, Hundred Faces Hassan, and Mad Faithful Son, along with Tranquil Hassan beside him. The four of them were the first to enter when the gate was pushed open, and finally found the Demonic Sound Knight who had slaughtered many of their brethren here.

At that moment, four dark figures looked at Tristan in front of them, their eyes filled with killing intent.

"Oh? These strange sounds, this vile aura... Is that the leader of those mountain people? Just a rat that escaped the net. Don't worry, you will all die here today. How sad."

"Lord Tristan..."

Completely unable to communicate with him, the more I knew Tristan, the more heartbroken I felt seeing him like this.

Bedivere, who was closest to Tristan, felt even more tormented when he saw that the twisted killer in front of him was actually Tristan, the British poet and musician who was known as one of the three great friends of women, along with Lancelot and Merlin.

Why did Tristan end up looking like this?

However, Luo Wei understood the reason: Tristan's blessing was too anti-human. That "reversal" turned him into the most hated form, making him completely unable to communicate at this moment. The degree of distortion was no less than Mordred's "out of control".

Tristan probably doesn't even know what he's doing right now.

“There’s no need to hesitate any longer. Your girlfriend is on her way here with weapons and should arrive soon. Now, take these two knights and do the right thing. Leave the battle here to us.”

Hassan the Hundred-Faced immediately created nearly a hundred clones, surrounding Tristan in the center of the square.

"Prophet, let's keep going. On the battlefield, it's all about kings versus kings and generals versus generals. We can handle these small fry with just a few of us."

Cursed Wrist removed the bandages, revealing the demonic wrist that had been tricked from the demon god through a contract.

"Although my strength is not as great as that of my predecessors Hassan, I will do my best."

Mad Nobunaga fumbled for two daggers and stirred up a sandstorm in the city.

"Master, can I...?"

"No! Anyway, it's up to you. Remember, his blessing is [Reversal]. Don't use the poison he died from in his previous life to deal with him. Other than that, just be careful."

Seeing Jingmi place her hand on her chest and lean in for a kiss, Luo Wei raised an eyebrow slightly, then led Lancelot, who was looking on with envy, and Bedivere, who was smiling without saying a word, forward.

"..."

Hassan the Hundred-Faced, Hassan the Cursed Arm, and the Mad Nobunaga looked at the Serenity Hassan, who was not reciting his opening remarks properly and had the mood to do such a thing, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Have you made enough of a scene? Quiet down."

"Hehe, okay, I'm ready too."

Silent Hassan gave a playful smile, then winked at the other three before joining the battle.

"Then, let's begin! The reversed Knight of the Round Table—Tristan!!"

"We can forgive anyone, but you! You executioner who killed thousands of our compatriots, we will make you pay the price!!"

"Oh dear? Did I do something to anger you? Why do you hate me so much? Ah, how sad. I was just helping those who didn't pass the selection to get rid of their troubles. It seems you don't understand at all."

"However, your burning anger cannot change the final outcome. Your fragile bodies are so easily broken, and all I can do is sever your four heads so that all of you Hassans can be reunited."

Tristan placed his fingers on the bowstring, and his magical power erupted continuously. Then, several invisible sonic blades shot out without warning.

……

On the main battlefield, a massive army, including the Pharaoh's fiery sand sphinx legion, is advancing towards Camelot from the west.

"Master Tripitaka, are you alright?"

Tawara Tota, who had just knocked down three fortresses in succession and was now extremely weak, still insisted on coming here to participate in the battle, and asked as he walked.

"It's alright, my mission is not yet complete..."

Meanwhile, at the very front of the column, Gahris and Bose were frantically leading their army forward to complete the final support rendezvous.

Mash and Ritsuka, who had just woken up in the rear, also picked up the shield that Rovi had used as a frisbee in a corner of the battlefield under Dr. Roman's command and continued to advance.

Meanwhile, the invincible Sun Knight Gawain remained in Kai's Magic House, experiencing the pain of being constantly killed.

Despite being covered in blood, Percival remained steadfast in his defense of Camelot's gates, piercing through any of the righteous knights who attempted to enter and provide support.

Hassans are entangled with Tristan.

Carrying two holy lances on her back, Artoria began to rely on her past memories to make her way to the royal palace.

Meanwhile, Rowe and the others split up. Lancelot and Bedivere were tasked with knocking on the door of Agravure's command post to offer their support, while Rowe continued on to the palace.

At this moment, Nitocris was hurrying along while examining herself in the mirror, gazing at another battlefield in the distance.

Inside the pyramid, Osmandis and Arash, realizing the Holy City had fallen, smiled with joy. At the same time, they sensed something amiss, began to channel the magic within the pyramid, and drew their bows to meet their opponents.

Now that things have come to this, everyone has their own work and goals, and they are all trying their best to move forward, except for Mordred, who remains isolated on the cliff.

"Go, or not go, go, or not go, go? No... Ughhhh! Should I go or not?!"

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I used 1200 gems today and got a NP1 Jeanne Alter.

It is hereby announced that Ye Liangshu's horse is gone.

Chapter 216 The Perfect Realm

"Get out of here."

A calm voice slowly rose.

Boom—!!

A deafening roar followed, accompanied by a slight surge of magic. Soon, the Righteous Knight blocking the way lost his ability to move and was transformed into a massive suit of steel armor, which fell to the ground in pieces. Even the core inside was quickly disintegrated by the chaotic magic injected into it. However, the huge steel figures continued to surge in from all directions like a tide.

"There are more than expected. It seems that Agravine has exhausted all his tricks."

With precise control of his magic, he used several spells to eliminate all the attacking Purification Knights. The steps were now littered with the fallen parts of the Purification Knights. After slightly adjusting his internal energy, Rowe continued to move forward along the steps.

After breaking the cane that had consumed countless efforts with his own hands, all that Luo Wei could use were the spells he had accumulated and learned over such a long period of time. Whether it was from Christianity, Norse mythology, alchemy, or modern Western magic, he had mastered them all, but none of them were considered the only path. Now, all the more than 100,000 spells he had mastered were ready to be used in their respective situations.

However, due to the loss of the powerful amplification from the core staff, these spells could no longer be used as before, allowing them to be unleashed with near-A-rank Noble Phantasm power, and to make their combat strength comparable to that of Lightning-rank Servants like Omendis and Gilgamesh.

Although the damage to his cane was a great pity for Lowe, he had no other choice at the time. Being able to save the world in his own way was a kind of luck in itself, and more importantly...

'While bearing those sins with my own body, I also absorbed a continuous stream of human faith, the life force contained within the souls of the dead, and the powerful magic of this land…'

Luo Wei clenched his fists and silently savored the wonderful feeling of gradual liberation he was experiencing.

'At this moment, I can feel that I, who absorbed sin, life force, and faith, have become very strong, extremely strong, and stronger than I have ever been in my life, the closest I have ever come to the so-called limit…'

'Now I'm very interested to know whether my current power... can compare to that of the strongest god of this era?'

'However—comparable? Hmph, perhaps my current state of mind alone has already far surpassed that goddess!'

"...Then let's give it a try."

Luo Wei slowly looked at his ordinary hands, then gazed firmly into the distance.

"That intruder hasn't been eliminated yet! Quickly, send more reinforcements; we must stop him here!"

"—Yes, eliminate the intruders immediately!"

Meanwhile, under Agravuren's orders, more righteous knights, who had been lying in ambush along the only route to the palace, began to emerge from different corners, drawing their weapons and approaching the intruder, Rowe.

Clearly, Agrave had already prepared for the possibility of Gawain's defeat and Camelot's fall. In addition to Tristan, he still stationed a force near the palace that would make anyone question their existence. Moreover, these hundreds of righteous knights were his personal guard, blessed by the Lion King and modified by his multiple magics. Once they were gathered together, even Gawain would have a hard time easily eliminating them. This was his last line of defense.

however--

"Is it still all this scrap metal? Meaningless toys should leave this battlefield. The battle that follows is beyond your control..."

With a soft sigh, Luo Wei began to walk, no longer restricting the three distinct powers within him, and began to try to use them.

"The first type."

He raised his fingers to catch the greatsword that was about to fall, and with a casual movement, the foremost cleric was sent flying backward. At the same time, his armor was covered with dense runes, which crashed into the clerics behind him, causing a loud and ear-piercing explosion.

Boom—!!

In an instant, with just a casual gesture and a push, the seemingly invincible knight formation was shattered.

With just a thought, in the blink of an eye, he had already leaped to the power of a top-tier Servant (Lancelot)...

And he can go even further...

There exists a special kind of interaction between humanity and the earth, heaven and hell, and soul and magic.

This personal experience has allowed me to feel that unique kind of relationship.

The boundary has been crossed, and perhaps I really can take another step forward.

However, one thing is certain: at this moment, I seem to have truly heard the voice of heaven, and I seem to have truly understood the "end" of the demonic path in this world, just like the enlightenment that an enlightened being feels in the last moment before becoming a Buddha.