Or, why don’t you find another savior?

And it was the second betrayal...

Her dilemma only lasted for two seconds before Aguguiwen walked down the slope of the pit with a tired voice.

"Wait a moment, my king has another secret order. If you capture the leading Chaldean master, you must bring him back to the Holy City for the king to personally judge."

Agguiwen, who spoke these words breathlessly, looked much more embarrassed than the other Knights of the Round Table.

His head was covered in blood and his armor was tattered and damaged.

"Lord Aguiwen? Are you still alive?" Lancelot was shocked.

Everyone thought Morgan had easily killed Aguwen, but he survived.

As for the injuries on his body, they were simply caused by his failure to escape from the range of the Holy Spear in time and being affected.

“I barely survived… all thanks to the King’s protection.” Aguiwen said coldly.

He did refuse the king's blessing, but before leaving, the king gave extra protection to the Knights of the Round Table who were going out to attack.

Apparently, from the beginning, the king judged that they could not take Chaldea, and thus prepared to launch the Holy Lance.

The original intention of the protection was to allow them to survive under the Holy Spear and continue to serve.

"So what this means is that we should take this man back to our father for punishment?" Mordred took back his sword first, holding it on his shoulder and asked back.

"That's what I mean." Agguiwen raised his hand.

The chain magic bound Shiomi's body, and for safety's sake, it was even wrapped around his neck several times.

"I can't escape even if I don't do this." Xi Jian laughed.

At this time, Gao Wen squatted down, picked up Xi Jian, and was responsible for transporting the prisoner designated by the king.

"By the way, I am not the leading master, and the director and the others have already escaped." Shiomi said again.

"No, you are the core of the team sent by Chaldea to the singularity. There is no mistake about this." Tristan turned around.

Several Knights of the Round Table started to return to their holy city, Camelot, on foot, carrying the captured Chaldean Master.

When Gawain was carrying him on his shoulders, Shiomi saw from afar the chalk city standing where the desert met the sky.

Although they were traveling on foot, the Knights of the Round Table adhered to the rules and did not abuse Shiomi, who was now a prisoner of war.

Of course, if Gawain carried him on his shoulders and endured the bumps brought by running, causing the armor to make Xi Jian want to vomit, it could be considered abuse.

After all, it was he who killed all the Knights of Justice, so it was no wonder that he had to travel in this way.

The speed of recovery could not keep up with the speed of the Knights of the Round Table. When Shiomi's limbs were able to move initially, they had already arrived at the main gate of Camelot.

Passing through this city that was out of place in the desert, Shiomi was a little surprised for a moment.

Is this really a building that existed in the 4th or 5th century AD?

Is the legendary ideal city really like this?

All I could see were white roads and houses, and fully-armed, solemn knights patrolling the city in an orderly manner.

But apart from the Knights of Justice, Shiomi can also feel the breath of ordinary people here, but these people seem unable to move, as if... they are sleeping here.

After being led by the Knights of the Round Table along a long and straight road leading to the main gate, they climbed up the stairs.

When Xi Jian was almost drowsy from the bumpy ride, he felt himself being placed on the spotless ground.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the main hall paved with black and white tiles.

"Get up, this is the king's presence." Aguiwen said coldly.

"It doesn't matter."

Without waiting for Shiomi to react, a familiar voice spoke in an emotionless tone to stop Aggravin and then commended the Knights of the Round Table:

"Although I failed to destroy Chaldea this time, capturing this man is also a great achievement."

"You are too kind." Lancelot thanked him firmly.

Shiomi turned over and sat on the floor.

There was no one else in the hall except the five Knights of the Round Table and the king sitting high on the throne.

Armor of similar style, a cloak decorated with white fluff, and a face that is exactly the same as Morgan's, but with a completely different temperament.

Altria Pendragon.

But those eyes were neither the original azure blue nor the altered golden color.

Instead, it glows with a sacred light like a golden beryl.

She slowly raised her hands, and the chains binding Xijian's body disappeared.

Chapter 10: "Master" is written as "Prisoner"

Aguguiwen's chains disappeared, replaced by new handcuffs and shackles, as well as a collar around his neck.

These restraint instruments all emitted a golden light, and the golden chains extended from them a little bit and then disappeared.

Shiomi moved his limbs slightly and found that these things were very light, but had a stronger effect than Agguniwen's chain magic.

"This is part of the Holy Spear. I know you are not an ordinary person. Ordinary magic cannot restrain you." Altria said, and the golden light enveloped Shiomi. "A soul that will never be tarnished by the dust, a soul that will not be disturbed by the evil of the world, a soul that has never lost its purity since the day it was born. As expected, you are very qualified."

"What?" Xi Jian was puzzled.

"Therefore, I will give you extra freedom. As long as you do not leave this holy city, you can move around anywhere." Altria said, "When you try to take a step out of the holy city, the Holy Spear will restrain you and leave you nowhere to go."

Shiomi raised her eyebrows in surprise and touched the collar around her neck.

I didn't expect that Altria would be able to perform such a trick. I wonder what Morgan would think of it.

At least I couldn't rely on the original rune to solve it.

"So what are your plans, King of Knights?" Shiomi stood there questioning, out of place with the other Knights of the Round Table who were kneeling on one knee and bowing.

"Now I am not the Knight King, but a king who follows the way of the lion and performs holy exercises on the people here. So, you can call me the Lion King." said Altria.

Saint Ba...

Another strange word, it sounds like it should refer to a selection of a sacred nature.

Not only that, Altria, who calls herself the Lion King, exudes a divine aura that is even stronger than Karna, the son of the sun god in the fifth singularity.

Recalling Morgan's explanation of the Holy Spear Longominiard, Shiomi guessed that the Lion King had been corrupted by the Holy Spear and transformed into a god.

But according to the information at the fourth singularity, in the possibility of using the Holy Lance as the main weapon, Altria died before she could be completely transformed by the Holy Lance.

What is the reason for this singularity distortion?

Shiomi had no answer. Perhaps it would be better for him to stay in Camelot as Altria's captive for the time being and figure out the situation.

"Then Lion King, you could have killed me in the desert, why did you go out of your way to capture me alive? Don't expect Morgan and the others to be restrained just because I'm a hostage." Shiomi said.

"You can't be killed." The Lion King simply stated the fact, "and for my plan, I need someone like you to assist me."

"Assist? Assist with what?" Xijian asked again.

"The time has not yet come, you will know it when the time comes." Altria stood up and walked in front of Shiomi.

Even though she was shorter than Shiomi, she could still look down at Shiomi through two steps.

She stretched out her hand, and Shiomi's right hand was pulled over uncontrollably, and the Command Seal on it began to glow.

"Give up your identity as the Master of Chaldea. From this moment on, you will be my captive (Master) and offer me your strength (power)."

Shiomi felt that Altria was trying to take the Command Seals from him, and he activated the Magic Circuit to resist, but his still weak body was not enough to resist the power of the gods.

The Command Seals of Chaldea shone brightly and then disappeared from the back of Shiomi's hand.

Instead, the Command Seals appeared on the back of the Lion King's hand, and the light of the Command Seals emerged through the gauntlet.

Shiomi clearly felt that the magic channel between himself, Morgan and his master was cut off, and the one who replaced him in building the magic channel was the Lion King standing in front of him, who was taking away magic from him.

Seizing contracts and taking away Command Seals, could she even do such a thing? Shiomi was stunned.

"The Command Seals are kept by me. You are just a captive (Master) who has devoted his power to me. There is no need for you to give orders." said the Lion King.

"This is really unfunny, Altria Pendragon."

Shiomi wasn't sure how many tricks the Lion King had left, but at least for now, he was indeed a prisoner.

The reason why he was chosen was related to the power that he had not yet fully mastered.

I didn't expect that I would become a person who carries gold in his pocket.

"You are not allowed to call my king's name so lightly." Aguiwen rebuked.

"No problem, this man is qualified."

After saying this, the Lion King turned around and returned to the throne, but did not sit down.

"Let's stop here for now. Next..." She looked at Mordred expressionlessly, "Mordred, raise your head, but don't stand up. There is no need to stand up."

The sudden words made Mordred nervous.

"In the battle against Chaldea, you were distracted by the Source and did not try your best. You should be punished." She stretched out her hand and pointed it at Mordred.

Mordred, who only had time to take a deep breath, was hit by the golden light emitted from the Lion King's palm.

The light hit Mordred's breastplate, and she flew out of the hall with blood spurting out of her mouth, and landed far away on the streets of Camelot.

Shiomi almost subconsciously turned around to check, only to see Mordred lying on the ground dying. It was unknown whether her spirit core had withstood the attack.

After sighing silently, Shiomi turned and walked out.

Behind him, Aguguiwen's voice was heard advising the Lion King: "My king, this man is too willful."

"It's okay." The Lion King simply said this.

Dragging his still heavy body, Shiomi slowly walked down the extremely long stairs and found Mordred lying on the street of the Holy City.

The Knight of Respect walked past her as if he had not seen her.

"You guy..." Mordred raised his eyes and saw Shiomi squatting down.

"Don't talk." Xi Jian put his hand on her head. "Your spirit core wasn't damaged. It's a relief that you managed to hold on."

That was the limited release of the Holy Lance, and its power was enough to kill an ordinary servant; for an excellent servant, he would die if he was not prepared.

"I deserve my father's punishment." Mordred laughed at himself. "Why did you come out here...eh?"

As if in a dream, Mordred felt her almost fatal injuries heal quickly. Half a minute later, she sat up from the ground in surprise and looked down at herself.

"Have you recovered from your injuries?"

"You probably don't know, but I'm best at healing magic." Xijian lied.

Mordred looked up in confusion: "Why? Aren't you badly injured yourself?"

"I can't help it. I have many questions to ask. You are probably the only Knight of the Round Table who is willing to answer me."

“Tsk, so it’s for this.”

She complained unhappily, but there was a cheerful smile on her face.

Chapter 11 Oasis

At the same time, in another desert area far away from the battlefield.

Because they had just arrived at the singularity and were not familiar with the environment in the area, Morgan's water mirror magic finally chose the opposite direction of the Knights of the Round Table.

Fortunately, after thousands of years of traveling, she has become familiar with how to reach a place suitable for survival in the wilderness.

Therefore, even in an emergency transfer, the destination of the water mirror magic transfer was very close to the oasis in the desert, allowing others who had just fought a bloody battle to get water and wash off the yellow sand on their bodies.

After a slight correction, Sakura walked over to Morgan, who was high up on the edge of the oasis, holding the kettle and asked as she handed it over.

"What is mother looking at?"

Morgan took the canteen from Sakura: "I'm checking what happened after the Holy Lance fell."

"Dad, is he... okay?" Sakura was worried.

"Perhaps it's a bit cruel to say this, but I'm afraid the Holy Spear alone can't kill him." Morgan frowned slightly, sipped from the kettle, and showed a slightly distressed expression.

In that war that was so long that it seemed to have no end, she was forced by him several times to release the "Tower" to fight back.