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

Now, I will win.

Because there is absolutely no reason to fail.

Even if the opponent is the Lion King, it will be no exception.

"Then come and warm up with me... consider it a rehearsal before the final battle."

With the restrictions lifted and his tactics changed, Luo Wei raised his palm, smiling as he walked into the encirclement of countless steel knights.

"Target approaching, proceed with immediate annihilation—!!"

Not for a moment did he feel sad about the dozen or so pacifists who had just been sent flying. More pacifists raised their weapons and surrounded Rowe, but he still walked confidently and steadily along the trajectory of the pacifists' attack to their side and extended his palm.

Unlike the righteous knights outside, these knights guarding the palace were the last line of defense. Therefore, Agravwen's special enhancements filled in any gaps that had previously existed between them. Their bodies were tightly connected, as if they were made of nature, without any flaws. They could only be broken by powerful external forces.

If the mountain people who come in encounter them, it will surely be another painful massacre.

Therefore, this needs to be addressed; we can't let any more people bleed.

However, although these pacification knights appeared to have no flaws, they were not truly without them.

“I saw it very clearly.”

His calm eyes, like a still lake, quietly reflected everything about these dignified knights. He could see the subtle, yet still present, cracks in their clothing.

At this moment, Rowe's eyes were like the legendary Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, reflecting everything before him. He could easily see the flaws in these metal-clad creatures, and...

A hand bypassed the attack and then landed firmly on the arm of a charioteer, followed by a gentle twist.

click!

Although it was just a casual grab, Rowe's attack seemed to strike right into the heart of the purgatory knight. In the instant the steel twisted, he firmly broke off the purgatory knight's arm. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed the head of another purgatory knight and unscrewed it completely, like twisting off a bottle cap.

"next."

"Kill him—!!!"

Amidst the shouts and blades of the Purifiers, the same footwork unfolded, and in the blink of an eye, the cores of two more Purifiers were shattered before they could defend themselves.

"it's your turn."

Another hand pierced through the chest of the Knight of the Righteousness.

"next."

"next."

"Next, next, next!!"

Click click click click click—!

The sound of steel breaking echoed continuously, and nearly half of the once fierce-looking Chaste Knights had been reduced to scattered parts on the ground.

"Haha, all done."

Lovi continued forward, and now he was less than a kilometer away from the palace.

The remaining Knights of the Righteousness numbered only about a hundred.

The process just now was roughly...

In just thirty seconds, nothing extraordinary, yet with lightning speed, he twisted off the arms or heads of more than two hundred righteous knights in the arena.

……

"What...what exactly happened?"

"How could he? How could he possibly kill so many Righteous Knights?!"

At this moment, Agravivan and his knights, who were far away in the command room, were completely dumbfounded.

"You, you, did you see when he made his move?"

"I can't see it..."

They began to whisper among themselves, their eyes wide with disbelief, while Agravure, a Servant, looked even more horrified than they did.

he saw...

But why does it feel so... ordinary... not amazing at all? So why was it able to easily take down hundreds of purgatory knights?!

"This guy... is not simple, definitely not simple! His strength is not reflected in his physical size, but in something much deeper... his realm?!"

Inside the palace, the Lion King, who had also noticed what was happening outside, slowly opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the figure outside who had effortlessly dealt with hundreds of righteous knights.

"He's improved since our last fight..."

With precise and flawless control, every move was executed with perfect ease; even a god would find it difficult to achieve such a flawless performance.

In other words, has his level of attainment reached the realm of gods?

A complex look appeared in the Lion King's eyes.

……

"No, we can't let him get any closer! In his current state, he might actually pose a threat to the King! Quickly inform Tristan to stop fighting those Hassans and immediately lead all the knights to stop this guy—whoa!!"

Upon witnessing this bizarre scene in the command center, Agravan was about to issue an order, but the explosion that followed interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

Swish—! !

With two descending sword beams, the door to the command room was smoothly sliced ​​open from the outside, and the knights accompanying them fell to the ground.

"What is this...?!"

Just as he was looking at him in disbelief, two figures rushed in at lightning speed, wielding swords and slicing through the dust in front of them.

"That's enough, Agravuren. Your plans are over."

They shouted in unison.

"Lancelot! Bedivere! Are you two here to kill me?"

As the two familiar figures burst in, Agravure's eyes widened slowly, especially when he saw Lancelot, that damned traitor.

"I'm sorry, Lord Agguiwen, this is the end of it."

Bedivere's tone was somewhat sorrowful, to which Agravien remained silent.

"Give up... I won't kill you, Agraven. You and I are both traitors, there was no turning back from the moment we murdered our fellow members of the Round Table. But I cannot turn a blind eye to your treachery. You committed countless inhumane acts as the King's advisor, now pay the price!!"

Unlike Bedivere, who was at a loss for words, Lancelot raised his sword and spoke with righteous indignation.

“…Lancelot, you mean a traitor? Me? Just like you?”

"—Hahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahaha!!"

Agravan did not deny Lancelot's accusations of his cruelty, but when he heard the word "traitor," he finally couldn't help but laugh, and his eyes were incredibly crazed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

“...Agraven?”

Lancelot and Bedivere were also taken aback by his sudden madness.

"...Hahahaha, so this is what they mean by 'laughing nonstop'? How...absurd!!!"

As he muttered to himself, Agrave suddenly broke into a smile and swung his sword without hesitation at Lancelot, who was at the front.

Clang—!

The two swords clashed, unleashing blinding sparks. This terrifying blow caused Lancelot to involuntarily stagger back several steps.

"This power is...?! Did the berserk magic applied to the Chastising Knight use it on himself...?!"

Then, looking at Agravuren, who had actually managed to repel him with a single sword strike, his eyes were filled with deep astonishment.

"Agraven, you bastard...?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Agrave's next sword was already aimed at Lancelot's head.

Seeing this, Lancelot hurriedly raised his sword to defend, but the continuous attacks left him somewhat overwhelmed.

Bedivere drew his sword to help, but Lancelot stopped him.

His feud with Agravan is not something that should involve an innocent person like Bedivere.

"You leave first, Bedivere. Go to the palace! Go see our king. That's your battlefield. I can handle this guy on my own!"

"But……"

"There are no buts. I don't even consider Agguiwen a threat."

Lancelot shouted, "You must believe in my strength, Bedivere!!"

"Okay, okay, be careful."

Although he didn't want Lancelot to fight alone, there was no time to hesitate. After giving his warning, Bedivere turned and left.

Agrave's strength was considered bottom-tier among the Knights of the Round Table, on par with Bedivere and Geraint, since all three were civil officials. Therefore, Bedivere was very confident that Lancelot could defeat Agrave, and thus entrusted the battlefield to Lancelot.

only--

"Hahaha, you don't take me seriously at all! You really dare to say that, Lancelot!"

After seeing Bedivere leave and hearing Lancelot's ridiculous remarks, Agravure approached while laughing and said, "My mother is crazy. She keeps saying that she will become the King of Britain one day, so naturally I grew up with her resentment."

boom! !

The jet-black sword slashed cleanly and decisively towards Lancelot.

"I obeyed her orders and sat in the same seat as you. To be honest, I have no interest in the round table or anything like that, but this is the closest I've ever been. I'm merely a prop that my mother placed beside King Arthur, only to one day seize her throne!"

Clang clang clang—!

Agravuren's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and Lancelot's expression grew increasingly grim as he swung his sword to parry Agravuren's attacks.

“I agree with that, because Britain needs a strong king. I do not obey anyone; my goal is simply to make Britain strong, and for that I even used King Arthur.”

"Do you even understand what I'm carrying?!"

With a roar, Lancelot was cornered by Agravure's sword and could only barely dodge the traps that Agravure had set up in the room beforehand. Then, he continued to counterattack with his sword.

"What I seek is a king who works diligently, even if only a little, to prolong the reign of Britain. It doesn't matter who it is as long as they meet this requirement; for me, as long as the person on the throne is qualified, that's enough."

However, Lancelot, whose condition was clearly not right, had lost his fierce fighting spirit and was actually driven to a dead end by Agraven step by step. Obviously, Agraven's words had dealt a great blow to his mental state.

"In conclusion, King Arthur is more suitable. Compared to that madman Morgan, King Arthur can continue the Britain in my heart. Because of the environment I grew up in, I hate women. It's not just Morgan's evil, but also the fact that Guinevere, who is known for her purity, actually fell in love with this guy!"

Agruven continued angrily—