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Chapter 455 Bedivere

"Oh! Lord Hall! You're really back. That wretched female pharaoh was deceiving us after all? She actually said you lost the battle against that Sun King."

At the entrance to the Round Table Fortress, Hassan of Cursed Arm was so happy to see Hall that he almost jumped for joy. His pale skull mask narrowed slightly, revealing a clear smile.

The female pharaoh was probably referring to Nitocris, and she wasn't lying; Hall did indeed leave the Sixth Singularity after fighting the Sun King.

"Your Excellency Cursed Wrist".

Hall glanced around and saw that those who came to greet him were mostly old acquaintances from Winter Village: the three Hassans and Arash.

Hassan, with her innocent and serene demeanor, curiously observed Hall. She had been summoned after Hall left the village. For a time, Hall's name was widely known and admired by the villagers, who hailed him as a divine messenger sent by heaven to help them.

He also gained the approval of the first Hassan and the admiration of the Cursed Arm Hassan.

It was also because of Hall that the mountain people were able to survive to the greatest extent possible.

She didn't have as many ulterior motives as Hassan the Hundred-Faced. Since she was recognized by the First Hassan, Hall was an important companion in her heart.

As for Hassan the Hundred-Faced, he remained stubborn and had a rather awkward personality. On the one hand, he acknowledged Hall's achievements, but on the other hand, he did not want to acknowledge Hall as a heretical magician.

The most enthusiastic was undoubtedly the great hero Arash, whose face always wore his signature cheerful smile, making him instantly likable: "It's wonderful that you've returned at such an important time. With you here, we are confident of winning this battle that will determine the fate of the world."

Hassan of Cursed Arm nodded repeatedly: "You're right. With the First Lord and Lord Hall together, victory in this battle is already in the bag."

Beside her, Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed in surprise, "Teacher is really popular."

Da Vinci stepped forward and said, “I’m sorry, there’s no time for reminiscing now. The attack will officially begin tomorrow morning. We only have a few hours left to decide on the attack plan. The divine beast legion we brought back from the Sun King is stationed at the border of the desert, and it will take several hours to reach the west side of the Holy City.”

"That's right, everyone come in quickly!"

The general attack plan has been decided; all that remains are the details and how to deal with any unusual situations.

Gareth and Bedivere were not there; it seemed Bedivere had left the Round Table Fortress to clear his head, and Gareth was looking for him.

The group gathered around the large round table to begin their discussion.

Hassan the Hundred Faces stood up and said in a deep voice, "I have some bad news. One of my personality clones, which is responsible for monitoring the Holy City, has discovered that the Lion King's camp has gained a powerful follower."

"A powerful servant? How can you judge her strength?" Leonardo da Vinci inquired in detail.

“Based on her aura and spirit origin, I saw her fly into the Holy Capital. Because the scale of her flight was so extraordinary, my instincts warned me not to act rashly when I saw her. Her strength was at least at the level of Gawain, who guarded the main gate of the Holy Capital.”

Hearing this, Hall had a bad feeling and his lips twitched: "Was that servant dressed provocatively, had black hair, and was carrying a giant blue bow?"

There are only a handful of actors in the Sixth Singularity; it's impossible for more to appear out of nowhere.

Moreover, Hall knew Ishtar's character well, and it was indeed very likely that she would take money to do things.

"Mr. Hall, do you know him?"

Da Vinci glanced at Hall and said, “Such distinctive physical features, she is the goddess Ishtar. I remember that she and Hall have a close relationship, and she should be a divine servant of the Seventh Singularity. Why would she appear here? This world should not be able to accommodate her divine spirit origin.”

Hall sighed, his tone unfriendly: "I'll deal with that useless goddess. Just pretend she never existed."

Those present exchanged bewildered glances; the words coming from Hall did carry weight.

After discussing for more than an hour and finalizing all the details, Hall prepared to return to the desert to lead the Divine Beast Legion to the west side of the Holy Capital to prepare for the attack when the sun fully rose over the desert.

Just then, the two Round Tables returned, and Hall met them at the fortress gate.

Bedivere, a Knight of the Round Table with silver hair and emerald eyes, wore simple armor and had a handsome and delicate face. If you didn't look closely, you might mistake him for a woman. He looked haggard, as if he was enduring something. If you looked into his eyes, it was not hard to see the pain and struggle hidden deep inside.

Hall's Mystic Eyes lit up with an unusual light, focusing more on his right arm. He used exquisite magic to conceal its true nature, but Hall was very familiar with the aura of Excalibur, and with the power of his Mystic Eyes, he could see through the true nature of the arm at a glance.

The Holy Sword: Excalibur

Hall could tell from the details of Bedwell's expression that he must have been crying.

Hall held considerable admiration for this royal guard.

For Bedivere, completing this pilgrimage of atonement that has lasted for thousands of years also required considerable resolve, not only because of the guilt and remorse for not being able to face the king, but more so because of the fear that his riddled soul would disappear upon completing the pilgrimage.

A similar example is Zouken Matou. No matter how lofty his ideals were, after hundreds of years, all that remained was the shell of someone pursuing immortality. His spirit and soul were no different from his filth.

Bedivere, who possesses the sword Excalibur, will never age, just like Saber once did.

What about the spirit?

Hall had experienced it before, having fought the God of War in an alternate dimension for millions of years in the world of "No Game No Life".

In the first decade or so, Hall realized that his humanity was fading and immediately made a backup of it to avoid being bound by divinity and becoming a puppet of the Star Cup.

"Who are you?" Bedwell looked up, sizing up Hall, the stranger, with surprise.

Gareth rushed over excitedly, like a puppy to its owner: "Lord Hall! It's so good to see you again! I haven't thanked you yet... Oh, right, I've decided to stand here instead of next to the Lion King."

Seeing her excited expression, Hall reached out and ruffled her hair, smiling slightly. "Amazing! Did Gawain say anything?"

Gareth pouted, "My brother didn't say anything, neither opposing nor supporting me, but I can understand him. So tomorrow I will do my best to defeat him! Please look forward to my performance on the battlefield."

"Sir Gareth, who is this gentleman?"

"By the way, let me introduce you. This is the magician, Lord Hall, the magician I mentioned before who is close to the king."

Bedivere paused for a moment, then nodded gently: "Ah... hello."

He had certainly heard about it, and had heard about the relationship between Hall and King Arthur, but he never really felt it, since it happened after King Arthur left.

But one thing Bedivere was very clear: the fact that someone could be by the king's side already brought him immense comfort.

He was also curious, because he had heard that Hall did not accompany the king as a Knight of the Round Table, but in a very special capacity.

Even after being corrupted by the Holy Lance and becoming the Lion King, he could not ignore this special relationship.

I felt a little awkward and at a loss.

Finally, Bedivere smiled with relief. If that were the case, someone would be there to support the King's hidden side, which he had never shown to others. It must be a very happy thing for the King.

"Hello, Lord Bedwell."

Bedwell only snapped out of his daze upon hearing Hall's voice.

The cosmic spirit that had been floating beside Hall flew to Bedivere's head, and the star ring suddenly expanded, releasing a large amount of magic and magical enhancements.

"what?"

Bedivere was surprised to feel his physical condition recovering, his energy was higher than ever before, and his strength had increased to at least three times his usual level.

Hall smiled and said, "That's all I can do. Your journey is not meaningless. Although it is neither me nor Merlin who will decide this, this journey of loyalty and redemption, no matter the outcome, is a good thing for you."

"..."

Bedivere moved his lips, his eyes glistening, and before tears could well up, he bowed deeply: "Yes, I will dedicate all my loyalty, all my resolve, and all my meaning to the King."

He is at his strongest and most vulnerable right now, and the affirmation he receives from others, especially those who know the inside story, gives him immense courage.

The Lunar New Year is approaching, which means going home and having gatherings.

Two or three friends were getting married before the Lunar New Year.

I'll probably be updating sporadically for the next few days.

Try to keep the existing updates as much as possible.

Don't worry about the ending being delayed, after all, there's not much space left, and I'll keep writing even if only a few people read it.

It will be completed before February, and then a new book will be released in early February.

Chapter 456 A Severing Blade

At dawn, a biting, icy wind swept across the desolate mountains and fields, its howling sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

In a valley separated from the Holy Land by only one mountain, the strongest divine beast army of Ozymandias, the Sun King, hides. The army numbers three hundred, with the bodies of lions and the faces of humans, lying quietly on the ground. Each of them possesses a spirit origin strength comparable to a top-tier Servant.

"It's quite frightening to see these sphinxes at night."

Hall muttered to himself, just to be on the safe side, he personally used magic to conceal the information about the Divine Beast Legion.

The eagle soaring in the sky is the Eye of Hall, surveying the entire Pure White Holy City.

"The level of defense is completely different from when I first came to this city."

"All the Knights of the Round Table have gathered."

"Soldiers patrol and guard the ring wall without blind spots, monitoring the entire area. Archers are also in place to ensure that they can retaliate at the first opportunity."

"The Holy City is internally interconnected and layered, and can provide immediate support to any location that is attacked."

"The guerrilla knight Mordred patrols freely outside the city, but does not stray too far from the Holy City. He serves as both bait and the biggest obstacle for the enemy's attack on the Holy City."

"It should all be Agguwen's doing."

Hall inwardly marveled at Agguivin's meticulousness.

Before long, dawn broke through the darkness, and a ray of sunlight shone from the sky onto the pure white tower of the holy city, glowing faintly, solemn and sacred.

The distant sunrise gradually rose, dispelling the chill and bringing the pure white holy city under its control.

Hall's animal familiar flew high above the main gate of the Holy City and saw a sandstorm rolling in from afar, vaguely revealing a huge skull.

It contains no magical reaction; its mere presence will cause a natural reaction in the world.

The only Servant capable of achieving this level is the First Hassan, a skeleton swordsman who walks the path of death and is granted the Grand rank.

"It's time to act before the soldiers in the Holy City notice the sandstorm."

Hall chuckled, then turned to the beast wielder beside him and ordered, "All troops, attack! I will break a breach in the city wall. Once inside the Holy City, focus on harassment. Attack the Holy City soldiers while ensuring your own safety. Don't tarnish the Sun's majesty."

"Understood, Lord Hall!"

The beastman took out a horn from his bosom and blew it.

beep!beep!beep!

Like the long, deep sound of a ship's whistle, it dispelled the last vestiges of tranquility from this land.

All the sphinxes that were lying prostrate on the ground raised their heads and stood up together. Their flapping wings created a sandstorm, and with a few nimble leaps, they crossed the mountains and attacked the western side of the holy land.

The soldiers of the Holy Land atop the high walls immediately noticed the commotion caused by the Divine Beast Legion and sounded the alarm.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

"Oh no! It's the divine beast army of the Sun King Ozymandias! They're attacking from the west! Quickly inform Lord Lancelot, and quickly inform Lord Agravivan!"

"So they really came? They didn't dare attack through the main gate guarded by Gao Wenqing. A bunch of despicable scoundrels!"