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

Bedivere shook his head, his voice gradually becoming hoarse.

"My destination is hell, is atonement..."

Only then did the figure notice the tear tracks on Bedivere's face.

“I… I must atone for my sins… My mistakes have caused the King to be stained with innocent blood; my foolishness has led to the deaths of tens of thousands of lives… Now that things have come to this, I choose to escape, to let others bear the burden for me… To enjoy an ideal world is undoubtedly… wrong. My true home is…”

"hell."

Bedivere, with his eyes closed, snapped the slender neck of the person in front of him.

No, or rather...

He killed his past self, the self that tried to escape.

"Crack!" With the sound of bones breaking, the light, airy feeling in my palm disappeared.

Then Bedivere's eyes widened as she began to back away, because at that moment... the version of herself with the broken neck in front of her actually stood up again, and her face had changed, becoming Merlin's appearance.

"Is it another hallucination?"

Bedivere was about to snap the other man's neck again when Merlin, who had just connected, loudly stopped him.

"Stop! Bedivere, it's me!"

Merlin raised his staff and then shouted.

"...Merlin?"

Bedivere was slightly taken aback when he saw the Flower Magician in front of him, but he still did not let his guard down, after all, this could very well be a fake Merlin.

"Don't be so alarmed. I know you don't believe me, but I really am real."

Merlin straightened his neck, which had been twisted earlier, grinned, and then spoke.

"The best proof is that I'm here to tell you how to leave."

"Really?!"

"Of course it's true. Without the Holy Lance and the Holy Sword, it's very difficult to escape from the prison of the Holy Lance with just willpower."

Merlin glanced at Bedivere, whose face was covered in tears, sighed helplessly, and then spoke.

"But thanks to you not succumbing, I had the opportunity to infiltrate. So, enough with the nonsense."

"Crowley is still fighting Lion King in the Evil of This World right now, and the outcome will be decided soon. We agreed to do a raid, but you and Lily disconnected at the start, and Crowley is fighting alone."

Merlin spoke quickly, and it was clear that the matter was indeed very urgent; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to get here.

“Right now, we don’t need to worry about Lily. It’s fine for her to enjoy herself; consider it a rehearsal for married life. But you can’t, Bedivere. If you really want to apologize in person for what happened back then, this is your only chance.”

"What... is this...?"

"Without the Holy Sword, Crowley will infuse the Lion King with emotion in his own way, eventually overshadowing the coldness of the Holy Lance. However, the reversed Lion King is merely a new Lion King Alter, not entirely the one you remember. So, if you want to apologize in person, now is your only chance."

Merlin began to explain earnestly, then looked at the anxious Bedivere in front of him and spoke again.

"Now you have two choices, Bedivere. You can return to this false utopia and give your soul a brief respite. Once Crowley defeats the Lion King, you can leave. That would be a short rest. The other option is..."

"I want to get out! I want to atone to the king in person!"

Before Merlin could finish speaking, Bedivere gave his answer directly.

He shouted and roared, making the choice that he feared most, yet which was also what he longed for most.

"I see... I understand."

Upon seeing this, Merlin also smiled.

"Seriously, this is the option... I bet you wouldn't go out. It seems I'm not as good as that woman when it comes to understanding humans. I've lost this time."

"Huh!?"

Bedivere was taken aback, while Merlin shook his head and said, "It's nothing. Now we need to figure out how to get you out of here. You can't escape the Holy Lance on your own."

"In that case, how about adding a holy sword, Sir Bedivere and Mage Merlin?"

"Wow! There's a ghost!"

"It's not a ghost or monster. You have to believe in science. My friend is just your detective friend."

Suddenly, Holmes appeared out of nowhere behind Merlin. He had also slipped into the interior of the Holy Lance, and he was holding the Holy Sword that Goetia had hidden in this singularity.

When he was at Atlas Academy, he said he would provide help in critical moments, and that was what he meant by this.

Even if the Demon King hid the Holy Sword in the deepest canyon of this singularity, it wouldn't be a problem for this renowned detective. As for the Lion King's Holy Lance...

Since he is a detective, it would be reasonable for him to learn some infiltration and disguise techniques, right?

Merlin, who was trying to connect, was quite startled when he saw that this guy had actually sneaked in with the Holy Sword, and he felt even more that this detective was definitely not as simple as he seemed.

"Then, Bedivere, it's time for you to set off."

Holmes handed the gleaming holy sword in his hand to Bedivere.

"Yes, thank you."

Bedivere grasped it tightly, then nodded solemnly.

The holy sword returned, its blinding light flashing.

Concrete things began to seem illusory.

No.

It's not that it's starting to become unreal.

Rather, from the very beginning, these things were illusions, merely delusions that he longed for but could never attain.

The moment it was exposed by a famous detective, it completely lost its meaning of existence.

Bedivere used his holy sword to cleave open the gate, his gaze piercing through the remaining crack as he looked into the distance at the white city that was gradually turning into foam.

He just gazed at that city from afar, that utopian city.

"How did you even get in? Even with a holy sword, it would be difficult for an ordinary Servant to enter, right?"

Merlin, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, nothing can stop a detective seeking the truth, that's common sense, my friend."

Holmes chuckled, then vanished again as if by magic.

Soon, endless white light shone from behind Bedivere, then covered everything around him, and finally even swallowed up the afterimage of the city.

Bedivere stared.

He watched as his ideal world gradually crumbled into fragments right before his eyes, then vanished into ashes, until not even a trace remained.

Then, the sun rose as usual, and the dream ended.

Chapter 221 Endless War God, Come Out!

"what!"

Bang--!!

In a pitch-black world detached from that pristine white space, Luo Wei punched the person in front of him whose armor was gradually losing its pure white color, knocking him into the black mud, while panting slightly.

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Keep going, don't stop, Goddess! Can't you fight without the Holy Lance? Are your limbs really just for show?"

"Back when I fought Artoria in Fuyuki City, I was way stronger than you."

"--absurd!"

The Lion King roared in anger, intending to retaliate, but the Spear of Longinus, held tightly in Lovi's left hand, pressed firmly against the Lion King's Rungomniyah, making it difficult for him to exert his power.

Although the Lion King wanted to free it, the dark mud had already obscured the Holy Lance's white shell. Dark black and crimson, two different colors of deep color, climbed onto the Holy Lance, swallowing its original brilliance. Crimson thorns also grew on it, making it difficult for the Lion King to hold it tightly in his hand.

"Waaah..."

A violent blow to the abdomen sent a groan of agony through her. The Lion King, kneeling in the mud, stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Even her pristine white hand, which had gripped the Holy Lance, was slashed open, stained crimson. Simultaneously, an unparalleled pain surged through her mind, making it impossible for her to concentrate. This wasn't the pain of the cut hand, but the agonizing torment her soul was enduring.

Wronged souls, black mud, the evil of this world...

The endless malice that had accumulated in this world, the hatred, pain, despair, and wails of those she had killed, all began to flood into her mind and started to buzz.

This unusual interference made it impossible for the Lion King to concentrate on fighting. He could only listen to the continuous howls around him, while busy defending against Rowe's attacks and retreating, trying to find an opportunity to escape this dark world.

however--

How could Luo Wei possibly give her that chance?!

Were those seemingly insignificant punches really Luo Wei's full power at that moment?

Obviously, that's not the case.

The series of bullet punches just now were just Lo Wei testing the waters. He was simply using the Calamity Torrent, his malice, and his emotions to influence the Lion King's state, slowly dragging him into a trap that had already been set up.

After all, she is a goddess, and even the evils of this world cannot immediately affect her; it will take some time.

The Lion King was certainly aware of this, which is why she was in a hurry to leave this eerie place.

--call out!!

When that silver light pierced the air, the Spear of Longinus tearing through the void and knocking off her helmet, revealing her true face beneath the visor, the Lion King finally sensed that clear killing intent flashing by, and Lovi's true offensive officially began.

"—Take this!"

He finally unleashed his true attack!

Moreover, along with his movements and the surging killing intent, the entire dark world began to surge at this moment, with the suppressed red and black waves like the sea and giant waves, and then Luo Wei's attack erupted.

Its ferocity, ferocity, strength, power, and dominance were unprecedented.

The Lion King tried to stop her, but the punch came crashing down along with the dark waves and the illusions of the spirits she had killed.

With incredible speed and power, it transcended the limitations of space and distance in the blink of an eye, and a powerful fist landed on her beautiful face, causing her entire body to stagger and almost lose her balance.

"What...what kind of power is this?"

"It's incredible that it can affect me so much..."

Repeatedly attacked by Lovi, as a deity, constantly having such filthy substances poured into her body by humans, and being touched by such attacks, even the Lion King lost her former indifference and detachment at this moment, perhaps without even realizing it herself—

Anger, confusion, astonishment...