Type-Moon, joins the Lion King at the beginning

Chapter 3 Knights of the Round Table
"Amon's love!"

"Holy Spear, compress."

boom! !

A huge torrent of magic power roared across the sky, tearing through the clouds and evaporating the earth.

‘! ! ’

In the face of this kind of magical bombardment, Li Ye himself seemed so powerless, but he did not feel afraid.

His jewel-like demon eyes stared at the huge torrent, and he saw death.

“I can see it!”

Even with this pure torrent of magic power, Li Ye could see the death line!
In other words, as long as Li Ye can withstand the initial heat, he can kill Hong Liu with one blow!
"This is the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, the power to kill everything!"

The flood dissipated.

The complex temple above the sky left with laughter.

In the brief battle between the Sun King and the Lion King, the Lion King came out victorious.

"Sun King, very good."

The Lion King's expression remained the same. He did not stop the temple from leaving. Instead, he rode his white horse down the barren mountain and headed towards the holy city that had been razed to the ground.

Li Ye followed closely behind, carefully letting the dark horse find the right footing before jumping down.

Ten minutes later.

The Lion King and Li Ye came to the ruins of the Holy City. Half an hour ago, this place was a magnificent city, but now only ruins remain.

"My king, we do not have the manpower to build Camelot now."

Li Ye swept his eyes over the ruins and said helplessly after confirming that there was no living person.

If the Lion King had not adopted this method of annihilation in one go, but a decapitation operation, at least a group of Crusaders could have been left behind to work as laborers to build the city.

Now, apart from some Crusaders who were already burned outside, there is no one left.

At this time, Li Ye noticed that the Lion King turned over and got off the horse, and quickly followed his movements and asked: "My King, what are you doing?"

"Call my knights, the Twelve Round Table!"

The Lion King raised his hand, and magic power roared out, quickly reconstructing the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony that had appeared above the ruins of Jerusalem.

Upon seeing this, Li Ye immediately kept silent and watched the Lion King quietly construct the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ceremony.

The next second, the Lion King's ethereal words without any emotion resounded through the sky.

“Declare:
Your body is at my service, and my life is at your sword's.
Answer my call;
If you follow this meaning and this principle, then answer it;

I swear here,

I am the one who accomplishes all the good in the world;
I am the one who transmits all the evil in the world;
You are the seven gods entangled with the three great verbal spirits;

Cross the wheel of inhibition and emerge!

Guardian of the Scales!"

boom! ! !
A wave of magical power comparable to that released by the Holy Spear suddenly exploded, blowing Li Ye back several steps and making him unable to look directly.

When the magic power dissipated, Li Ye saw more than a dozen knights kneeling on one knee, honoring the Lion King together!

'This is the Knights of the Round Table?!'

Li Ye subconsciously held his breath. The gap between the game and the real person was incomparable. The pressure given to him by every Knight of the Round Table who appeared there seemed to be able to kill him!
"Sir Agragwen, Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, Sir Tristan...long time no see."

The Lion King called out the real names of the Knights of the Round Table one by one and asked them to look up and look into his eyes.

“My king——”

Seeing the current king, many knights were stunned and couldn't help but speak out.

The Lion King glanced coldly at the Knights of the Round Table.

“Before the king who tried to burn away human principles, I will build the world of the Tower of the End, select the noble souls that are suitable to stay in the afterlife, fix them, make them into data, and give them eternity.

Would you all like to lend me a helping hand?"

The Lion King's cold words passed through the ears of the Knights of the Round Table, and their expressions changed immediately. His words were filled with unquestionable power.

"My king! Is this too cruel?"

"I am willing to lend a helping hand to my king!"

Disagreements emerged.

The knights who are absolutely loyal and the knights who do not agree with the Lion King's ideals.

"Since you all disagree, let's duel. Kill each other, and the winner can choose to stay or go."

The Lion King did not try to persuade those knights who disagreed with her, but directly asked the Knights of the Round Table to fight to the death, and the winner would decide everything.

"Give you some time to think about it."

The Lion King turned and left, leaving only Li Ye and the Knights of the Round Table.

"Hey! Hello, seniors!" Li Ye tried to join in using what he thought was a very natural way of greeting.

"Who are you?" Gawain, a blond man as ferocious as a lion, stood up and asked.

He didn't recognize Li Ye, a foreigner. Even if he stood next to the Lion King, it would not be enough to gain recognition from the Knights of the Round Table!

"Are you the knight of the current king?" Aguiwen with a gloomy expression kept looking at Li Ye. He sensed a familiar breath on Li Ye.

That is the breath of the king's dragon blood!
"Of course, I am a newly appointed knight, and I pledge my loyalty to the Lion King. Everything I do is for the salvation of humanity that we pursue." Li Ye stroked his chest lightly, his confident eyes sweeping over the Knights of the Round Table one by one.

At this time, many knights had already dispersed. The knights, who were struggling with their inner thoughts, had no intention of paying attention to the newcomer Li Ye.

"Huh? Father's knight? Why do you deserve that?"

Dissatisfied words were heard, and a girl who looked similar to the Lion King walked forward.

'Mordred, the rebellious knight.'

Li Ye recognized the famous rebellious knight at a glance. Through Mordred, he also had an understanding of the girl form of the Lion King.

An absolutely perfect Western girl, the heroic spirit between her eyebrows and eyes is unforgettable.

At this time, Aguguiwen's expression was solemn, and his tone was full of unquestionable power: "Since you are a knight who has pledged your loyalty to the king, how can you stay out of this matter?"

"Eh?"

Li Ye suddenly had a bad feeling, and he suddenly thought that it would be better to come over and talk to them after they were done.

Twenty minutes later,
The Lion King returned, and his cold eyes swept across the Knights of the Round Table: "Have you made a decision?"

Zheng!
The swords were drawn; this was the best answer from the opposing knights to the Lion King.

Cold and solemn.

This was the only evaluation of Li Ye, who was forced to participate in the death fight, on the silent death fight in front of him.

The heroic spirits from the past, after receiving a second life, continue to fight against their comrades.

'So why should I fight too?'

With no way out, Li Ye tried to adjust his breathing. He declared his loyalty to the Lion King and made his position clear from the beginning.

They are the group that absolutely supports the Lion King.

That way, he would have a reason to participate in this fight to the death.

The knights opposing him are Lanmalok, Parsifal, Kay, Gareth, and Palamedes.

The Knights of the Round Table who were with him were Agrawal, Lancelot, Gawain, Mordred, and Tristan.

Although the extremely powerful Knights of the Round Table were on his side, Li Yezhen had no confidence to fight against those battle-hardened knights. Not only was there a difference in physical fitness, but also a gap in experience.

All the battles Li Ye had experienced since his debut were nothing more than minor fights in the eyes of these people and were not worth mentioning at all.

The battle was about to break out, but Li Ye quietly retreated behind the crowd, waiting for his chance to strike.

“It’s coming!!”

boom! !

The surging magic power rises into the sky, and the heroic spirits from the past are fighting again. The collision of swords also represents the conflict of ideas!
(End of this chapter)