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"Fujimaru Ritsuka!"
"Thank you for your answer. Then I will solemnly state my name as well. I am Gawain, a knight who serves the one who built this holy city to protect humanity—the King of Knights and the Pure White Lion King!"
Gawain's inherent chivalry made him exceptionally serious when facing enemies.
This prompted Mo Li, who was watching from the sidelines, to scoff and say, "A bunch of hypocritical knights."
If he truly adhered to the so-called chivalrous spirit, he wouldn't have ordered his soldiers to shoot arrows at ordinary civilians.
"We are the guardians of the Millennium Kingdom—the Knights of the Round Table. We gather those whom the King deems worthy and eliminate the rest who are not chosen. That's how it is."
"These people... came with the hope that you would save them, but you..."
Gudako fiercely protected the child behind her, her righteous gaze deeply moving Gawain.
A moment later, a smile appeared on Gawain's lips as he raised the holy sword high, flames clinging to it.
"Fujimaru Ritsuka, you have a lot of courage, but... you're still too young!"
"senior!"
Mashu yelled and quickly stepped forward to place the large shield on the ground, but there was no fighting spirit in her eyes.
"It's all over. This shield was too much of a burden for you!"
Just as the holy sword was about to strike, a black figure appeared in the center of the battlefield, pulled Mash into his arms, and used his other hand to block Gawain's attack.
"You are……"
"Hey, Mashu, Fujimaru Ritsuka, it's been a long time!"
Mo Li removed the cloak covering her head, revealing her true appearance.
"Senior Mo Li!"
Gudako exclaimed in surprise; she never expected that Mo Li would appear in front of her.
"So you had backup? You shouldn't have come out. Wouldn't it have been better to just run away quietly?"
Gawain was extremely surprised to see that what was blocking his holy sword was actually a broken sword. At the same time, he felt a sense of apprehension about the strength of the person in front of him.
"Sorry, but the moment I saw you bunch of fake knights, I couldn't help but want to kill you all!"
"I am Gawain, the Sun Knight, a Knight of the Round Table of the Pure White Lion King. How dare you call us false knights?"
"Isn't that right? You ruthlessly kill unarmed refugees, turn a blind eye to people suffering all over the world, have no opinions of your own, and only care about being loyal to the so-called king. You are ignorant, pedantic, and blindly loyal. If you are not a false knight, then who is?"
Mo Li's words struck Gao Wen's fragile heart; he would not allow anyone to speak ill of the king.
"This is all for the greater good of human survival; bloodshed is inevitable..."
"That's why I can't stand people like you the most. You spout lofty ideals but act like despicable people!"
After saying that, Mo Li suddenly took a step forward, and the enormous force forced Gao Wen to retreat continuously.
Mo Li was very dissatisfied with this. If it were during his prime, he would not have taken an opponent like Gao Wen seriously, even if Gao Wen were ten times stronger.
Mo Li shook his head helplessly, released Mashu whom he had been holding in his arms, and said to them:
"You all get out of here immediately, I'll cover your retreat!"
"But……"
"No buts! If you don't want everyone to die here, then get them out of here right now!"
Gudako wanted to say something more, but Da Vinci stopped her.
There are still many injured refugees, and they have an obligation to get them all out of the country.
"I understand, Senior Mo Li, you must do your best!"
After Gudako finished speaking, she led Mashu, Da Vinci, and the others through the west gate and escaped.
Gao Wen did not choose to stop him; instead, he looked at Mo Li with great admiration.
"Are you also a Servant summoned by the Holy Grail?"
"No, I am merely a demon king who was thrown here by some supreme god!"
"You are very strong. If you would be willing to stay in Camelot and serve the king..."
Upon hearing Gao Wen's offer of recruitment, Mo Li sneered and held the broken Black Emperor Sword horizontally in front of his chest.
"The Demon King never submits to anyone, so you'd better give up!"
"In that case, there's no other option but to fight!"
Gawain stared sharply at Mo Li, raising the holy sword high in his hand, the blazing sword gleaming in the sunlight.
"As you wish, my holy sword is the manifestation of the sun, and by the king's command, it will burn everything on earth—this sword is the manifestation of the sun, another holy sword of the stars..."
"The Sword of Victory (Excalibur Gallatin)!"
Countless raging flames erupted from the holy sword, and a curtain of flames hundreds of meters high rushed towards Mo Li.
Seeing that Mo Li was about to perish in the sea of fire, Bedivere, who was hiding in the corner, could no longer bear it and jumped in front of Mo Li, his silver arm emitting a dazzling light.
"Grip his sword tightly, Silver Arm (SwitchOnAgateram)!"
The silver arm, enhanced by Merlin, blocked Gawain's holy sword. Bedivere's body could even be heard burning, and he was enduring immense pain.
"Impossible! Why are you here? Bedivere! As a Knight of the Round Table, are you planning to help outsiders against our King?"
"Our reason for fighting is for justice and for all people. If the Knights of the Round Table have already fallen into evil, then there's no need to say anything more!"
Bedwell's eyes had never been so resolute; he decided to follow his heart.
"What a nuisance! Word of Power: Lord's Flame!"
Golden eyes lit up as Junyan's flames collided with Gawain's.
Taking advantage of this moment, Mo Li pulled Bedivere into the Divine Might Space.
Chapter 460 The Great King, An Encounter with Lancelot
"Hey, are you awake?"
Upon hearing Mo Li's voice, Bedwell slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly remembering that they had just been fighting Gawain, he sat up abruptly and looked around.
The holy city still stands high in the desert, and their current location is hundreds of miles away from the holy city.
"I...wasn't I fighting Gao Wenqing...how could this be..."
"You still remember? Didn't I tell you not to come out?"
Mo Li crossed his arms and stared speechlessly at Bedivere. If he didn't come out, he could capture Gawain and take him into the Holy City.
Now, all my plans have been disrupted.
But Bedwell came out because he was worried about his own safety, which made Mo Li feel somewhat helpless.
"Sorry……"
Bedivere knew he had made a mistake, lowered his head, and didn't know what else to say besides apologizing.
Mo Li sighed helplessly; he didn't intend to pursue the past any further.
"Forget it, I should just meet up with Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others first. Anyway, I already have the answer I wanted."
During the battle, Mo Li sensed that Gawain's blessing was not from the Holy Grail, which meant that the Holy Grail was not in the Lion King's hands.
In that case, there's no need for him to go inside the Holy Capital to find out the truth.
"How are you? Can you still walk?"
"no problem!"
Bedwell070 tried to move his body and nodded to Mo Li.
"I suppose you're ready to confront the Lion King. The feeling of wielding a sword against a loyal king and former colleagues must be very painful, right?"
Mo Li reached out a hand and pulled Bedwell up from the ground.
From the moment he stood up to confront Gawain, Bedivere had already made up his mind.
"This time, I must... use these hands to kill my king!"
"Is that so? Then let's go. Although I'm not the hero you're talking about who protects humanity, Artoria was once my familiar, so there's no reason not to save her!"
Bedivere was taken aback, not understanding what Mo Li meant by "family members".
But then he realized that he might be referring to the Master who summoned the King in a certain Holy Grail War.
Mo Li saw that Bedwell had misunderstood, but he didn't explain, since no one would believe him anyway.
A demon lord from another world ascended and descended upon this world on the verge of destruction. Even Merlin, who possessed the ability to see a thousand miles, could not have predicted this event.
"You don't want others to know you're still human, right? That's why you pretended to be a Servant. From now on, I am your Master, (ajfd) until the Lion King is defeated!"
"Yes, Master!"
Bedwell nodded solemnly, then looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Seeing this, Mo Li waved his hand and said:
"Just say what you have to say!"
"Yes, to be honest, you and our king are somewhat similar... I think you must be a very great king in your world as well!"
"Great? Heh... Hahahaha... This is the first time someone has ever described me like that, Bedivere!"
Mo Li recalled everything he had done, and realized it was nothing great. At least a million people had died directly or indirectly at his hands.
They include demons, humans, gods, and elves...
"Master, are all the refugees safe?"
"Ah, most of the survivors were taken away by the Chaldea group, as for the rest..."
Mo Li remained silent for a moment. He had long since become indifferent to life and death, whether it was his own or someone else's, he didn't care.
However, considering Bedwell's current situation, Mo Li decided it was better to be more tactful.
Even if he hadn't said it, Bedivere knew very well that most of the refugees had died from the arrows of the Knights of the Round Table, with only a small number surviving.
He witnessed a knight in silver armor pierce a child's mother with his sword.
"Actually, the cause of all this lies entirely with me. Before his death, the king commanded me to return the holy sword Excalibur to the lake spirits, but I..."
"Stop! I'm not interested in your story. I've said it before, you just need to follow your heart!"
Mo Li gazed into the distance. Right now, he didn't have much time to listen to Bedivere's story. The most important thing was to find Gudako and the others as soon as possible.
Moreover, he already knew Bedivere's story; it was simply that he hadn't followed the king's orders to return the holy sword, which led to King Arthur's soul being taken by the Holy Lance.
"Yes, thank you, Master!"
"This is no time for idle chatter, someone's coming!"
Mo Li looked at the dust rising in the distant desert; it was clear that the main force of the Holy Capital was chasing after them.
"I wonder which Knight of the Round Table is coming this time?" Mo Li licked his lips, his face full of excitement.
“That banner belongs to… Lord Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake!”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than an invisible slash pierced through the dust and hurtled straight toward the two of them.
Whether intentional or accidental, the strike landed right next to the two of them.
"Provocative?"
Mo Li's face was gloomy. He took out the broken sword of the Black Emperor Sword and held it in front of his chest.
"Master, I'm coming..."
"With your current physical condition, you should save your breath!"
Mo Li blocked Bedivere behind him, wanting to test the strength of the strongest of the Knights of the Round Table.
"It would be impolite not to reciprocate, so let me let you taste my strike!"
After saying that, Mo Li swung the broken sword in his hand with all his might, and a slash that was hundreds of meters long went straight for Lancelot.
Although the Black Emperor Sword is not as powerful as before, it is still more than enough to deal with this group of Servants.
Lancelot narrowed his eyes, holding the indestructible Lake Light in front of his chest, preparing to withstand Mo Li's attack.
But to his surprise, Mo Li's target was not him, but the Righteous Knights behind him.