In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

A month and a half later, Artoria married Guinevere.

King Liao Dekuan gifted the Kingdom of Camelot a large round table, large enough to seat three hundred people, as part of his dowry.

The name of the Knights of the Round Table was thus officially established.

[With the initial eleven as the leaders]

[After that, Mordred grew at an astonishing rate. At one year old, she was equivalent to ten years old, and at two years old, she had already grown to the size of fifteen or sixteen years old. Under your tutelage, she quickly mastered the martial arts that would lead to the pinnacle of the hero realm and was granted the duties of a Knight of the Round Table by the 'King'.]

In the meantime

You also launched a campaign called 'Purge' targeting the knightly class of the Kingdom of Camelot, which had become a mixed bag after its growth and expansion.

Chapter 222 Execution of the Grand Duke, Challenge, Divergence, and Expedition, Lu Kang: I'll Make You Regret for Life

The Grand Duke of the Purifiers, the Executioner of the Knights.

That's what people of that era called him.

...

Under your joint rule with Artoria, the Kingdom of Camelot has been expanding at a very rapid pace.

[The Knight King at the front has been conquering and annexing the territories of the British Isles that have never been unified before. As her iron hooves trample every inch of land, you will naturally use various means, both alliances and counter-alliances, to ensure the steady expansion and consolidation of the kingdom's territory, and to ensure the smooth operation of logistics at the front.]

In this age where the gods have long since departed, no one can single-handedly accomplish the feat of confronting an entire nation and becoming war itself—the remnants of the divine age and the lingering mysteries have resulted in the existence of numerous magical beasts, fairies, and even ancient creatures known as fantasy species on this land—even 'dragons' exist in groups, making it a forbidden land that even Vortigern dared not set foot in in the past.

War is never a battle fought by one person alone.

Even in a battle between kings, personnel and logistics are still needed to minimize losses in the final showdown.

[But at this moment, the pace of war has paused briefly, and the vast kingdom is becoming somewhat bloated. In order to achieve the goal of temporary unification, you have taken in too many people of questionable character—now, their usefulness has been lost, and keeping them around will only make them a 'hidden danger' that hinders the rear.]

In the name of the 'Grand Duke Knight'

[Also known as the 'Guardian of the Knightly Discipline']

You are more qualified to purge them.

"This is the last one."

Moonlight streamed through the window, and thick blood dripped from the longsword in the hand of the tall, blue-haired youth.

Countless guards lay dead in the corridor, each with their throats precisely pierced.

White mist rose from the gaps in the knight of the lake's armor, and the magic sword in his hand, named Undying Lake Light, which he obtained from the spirit of the lake, shone with an eerie blue in the darkness.

“Those who have violated the code of chivalry—” Lancelot’s voice seemed to come from a great distance.

As the blue-haired youth finished speaking...

Lu Kang walked in, stepping on wood chips, his right hand resting on the ceremonial sword at his waist.

He was wearing the armor of a knight-grandduke today, which was quite unusual for him.

"Your movements were swift and decisive, Lancelot." Lu Kang's boots crushed a pool of blood as he gazed at Lancelot's figure, and he couldn't help but offer a sharp critique: "You just always like to make a scene too big—"

"I am a knight."

Lancelot looked at the adult before him, seemingly lost in thought, and then responded:

"Not an assassin."

"The way you're saying that makes it sound like I don't understand knights at all!"

Lu Kang responded, "Besides, whether it's an assassination or not, just kill all the witnesses and that's it."

Lancelot was even more speechless.

He thought to himself that no one in the world truly understands knights better than you.

As the originator of the knightly class and the creator of the knightly code, the Grand Duke of the Knights.

Moreover, this refers to the 'Emperor of the Huns' who came from afar—an 'Emperor' riding on horseback!

Although there is no empirical evidence.

Although the surnames are different.

But Lancelot felt that the person in front of him was the missing Hunnic emperor.

There is no other possibility.

Looking at Lancelot standing solemnly with his longsword slightly raised, Lu Kang felt a little emotional.

He thought to himself, "He truly deserves the title of 'Knight of the Lake,' and he is indeed the most outstanding warrior of this era, possessing boundless martial arts skills."

During this period, Lu Kang had purged countless unqualified knights from the Kingdom of Camelot. Due to their large number, he naturally could not do it all himself. As a high-ranking official, he adhered to the principle of avoiding personal involvement whenever possible, and basically handed it all over to the knights of his own knightly orders.

Among them, Lancelot, the 'knight' from a foreign land, had the most achievements.

His martial skills were among the best of the Knights of the Round Table, second only to himself.

He also possesses boundless martial arts skills at the same level as himself—

After this period of 'purging', the 'Knightly Code' in Lu Kang's mind shone even brighter.

In the meantime, Lancelot looked at Lu Kang and suddenly spoke:

"I wish to challenge you—"

"I want to see what kind of martial arts skills were used to defeat my father back then!"

“I didn’t defeat your father with martial arts.” Lu Kang glanced sideways, not at all surprised.

Despite saying that, he still drew the long sword from his waist.

Since it was just a friendly spar, he didn't intend to use the God of War's Sword.

He only used the ceremonial sword worn by the prime minister.

The moment the ceremonial sword was drawn, its blade was suddenly covered with a layer of flowing true ether, and the originally decorative patterns all lit up with magical radiance.

The continuous enhancement magic was also applied to his body almost without any obstruction.

The words fell for a moment.

Lu Kang raised his longsword horizontally and suddenly slashed down!

The swirling sword blade nearly sliced ​​through the air, and Lancelot realized something was wrong the instant it struck.

That wasn't the flashy swordsmanship of nobles, but rather a vertical slash with the giant-like style of a Norse berserker.

The instant he parried with his sword, the pristine lake was slightly bent by the immense force—and the resulting shockwave tore through the surrounding walls, instantly covering the white stone surface with spiderweb-like cracks.

Although Lancelot had heard of the formidable skills of Subaru Equinus, the Chancellor of Camelot, Vice-Commander of the Knights of the Round Table, and Head of the Royal Guard, who held multiple positions and was considered the strongest in Camelot and the source of all knightly ranks, he had never seen Lu Kang on the battlefield before, and Lu Kang had hardly ever fought in person during this time. This was the first time he had directly witnessed and experienced Lu Kang's superb martial arts skills.

This kind of alien martial arts, which was displayed almost without any blind spots, caught Lancelot off guard.

Lu Kang's second attack followed immediately, this time using a dragon combat technique recorded in the armory—extremely powerful burst of speed.

Lancelot had just regained his footing when he realized that the speed of the opponent's attack had completely exceeded his expectations.

In the meantime, Lu Kang's sword suddenly slowed its explosive motion in mid-air, tracing a strange arc. Lancelot hurriedly turned to the side, the blade grazing his abdominal armor and leaving a shallow mark on the metal.

In that instant, Lancelot suddenly felt something gently wrap around his right arm—a very faint feeling of restraint, almost negligible, but it was definitely there.

Before he could think it through, Lu Kang's third strike had already arrived.

This time it was the movement technique of the fairy race, light yet deadly.

Lu Kang's figure almost turned into a blur, and the sword light attacked from three different angles at the same time—this was a visual illusion created by speed, but each sword light contained real killing intent.

Lancelot managed to parry with his exceptional agility, strength, and martial arts skills comparable to Lu Kang's, but he found himself completely overwhelmed.

His opponent's martial arts were unpredictable, with each move coming from a different system, making it impossible for him to mount an effective counterattack.

The pristine lake clashed repeatedly with Lu Kang's ceremonial sword, sparks flying everywhere.

But with each exchange, Lancelot felt more invisible threads binding him—his shoulders, waist, knees—the subtle feeling of constraint gradually building up.

“This is…” Lancelot finally realized what was going on.

Lu Kang did not answer, but changed his martial arts technique again.

This time, it's the essence of human swordsmanship—simple yet precise and deadly.

The sword tip was aimed directly at Lancelot's throat, at an angle as cunning as a venomous snake.

Lancelot took a step back, only to find that he was a beat slower than he had expected.

Those invisible constraints were affecting his movements, albeit subtly, but in such intense combat, any delay could be fatal.

“Every strike you make is…” Lancelot said through gritted teeth.

Lu Kang did not answer, but calmly swung his fourth sword.

This sword strike combines the martial arts characteristics of all races: the strength of giants, the agility of fairies, the explosive power of dragons, and the precision of humans... all in one.

—With a power of a thousand times, it is the strongest sword that even Vortigern could hardly withstand.

The only difference is in the weapons.

The sword of the God of War is incomparable to any sword used for etiquette.

However, Lancelot was not as physically strong as Vortigern.

Lancelot tried his best to block, but the perfect fusion created a flaw in his defense, causing him to almost drop his sword and leaving him wide open!

Suddenly, Lu Kang's sword changed its move to a thrust—with a hum, the sword's elasticity was instantly tightened and straightened, almost like a beam of light that could not be straighter.

Lancelot dodged to the side, but his breastplate was still ripped open, revealing a scarlet patch.

Although it's a friendly spar, it would be an insult if knights didn't go all out in a spar.

Lancelot swung his sword with all his might at Lu Kang's neck, the magic sword, wrapped in magic, also splitting the air and exploding with a roar, but was blocked by the gem at the end of the hilt.

The sparks from the clash of the two swords illuminated Lu Kang's eyes.

During this brief encounter, more invisible chains extended from Lucan's sword, wrapping around Lancelot's weapon and arm.

The Lake Knight began to feel a noticeable resistance, and his every movement became heavy.

Lu Kang suddenly moved closer, using his magic sword to strike Lancelot's abdominal armor seam with his knee: "You're very strong, Lancelot,"

“You are better than your father,”

"But, she's still a little worse than me."

The endless training of martial arts is ultimately not true infinity.

Lancelot is not as well-rounded as Lucan.

That's so unreasonable.

Martial arts are not just about using 'weapons'.

To be precise, the body is also a weapon!

This time, the Lake Knight finally let out a muffled groan.

As he retreated, he adjusted his breathing and found that his movements had suddenly become sluggish—invisible chains, without him noticing, had appeared from all directions, and even from Subatai Equinus in front of him, wrapping around him.

These chains accumulated little by little throughout the battle; with each clash of blades and each contact of magic, new bonds were placed upon him.

Now, these subtle constraints have come together to form real shackles.

"This is the code of chivalry—a bondage that only works on those who possess the spirit of chivalry."

—It is a 'torture device' for knights who have made mistakes.

Without this constraint, and without using magic that doesn't enhance himself, Lu Kang could suppress Lancelot with his slightly better versatility, forcing him to defend—but he wasn't really confident he could defeat Lancelot so quickly.

Even though its binding force is not very strong, in battle, even the slightest change can have a fatal effect!

"Don't blame me for using this precept in our sparring."

"Because this is also my ability."

Lu Kang appeared to be in the right.

Isn't it foolish to have the right skills but not use them?

In the end.

The so-called 'knightly code'... cannot bind Lu Kang, who is not a knight at heart!