Crossover Anime: Offering Myself as a Sacrifice to the Sword? I Choose to Be the Great Demon King

Bedivere seemed to have figured something out and was about to explain when Gudako turned around and went down the mountain.

"Master, aren't you going to explain this to Ritsuka-san?"

"What's there to explain... Hurry up and eat, then tell me how to restore the Lion King's consciousness!"

Bedwell sighed; he didn't know what to do in this situation.

Mashu, who was sitting by the campfire, saw Gudako walking over dejectedly and quickly stood up to ask: 0

"Senior, are you okay?"

"N-nothing, Mashu, you should get some rest too, we have to travel tomorrow!"

Mashu noticed that Gudako wasn't in a good mood, so she raised her head and looked at the two figures on the hillside, wondering what had just happened, since her senior had been so happy just moments before.

After laying out the sleeping bag brought from Chaldea, Gudako lay down on it, her back to Mashu.

No one saw a tear slide down Gudako's face and fall to the ground.

Nothing more was said that night. After a short rest, the group set off again.

After crossing three mountain peaks, they arrived in the heart of the mountainous region, where traces of human activity gradually began to appear.

"We're almost at the village. I have a vague recollection of this area."

Lu Shide pointed in a direction and said.

Mo Li opened his Thousand-Mile Eyes and indeed discovered a village, where most of the people were dressed in refugee clothing.

"Master, I sense that there are quite a few Servants inside!"

"Yes, and there's someone I know there too."

Sensing that familiar presence, Mo Li nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

Just as the group was about to enter the territory of the mountain people, countless arrows came flying at them.

To be precise, it was shot at Gudako, Mashu, Sanzang, and the others; the refugees behind them were not their target.

Mash quickly summoned a large shield and stood at the front, blocking the incoming arrows.

"it's useless!"

A cold, hateful voice came from behind Mashu, as the dagger in her hand stabbed towards Gudako.

Only an Assassin could conceal their identity from all the Servants present.

Mashu was taken aback, but it was too late to get back on defense.

Just as Hassan's dagger was about to touch Gudako's head, a large hand suddenly appeared and grabbed his wrist, preventing Hassan from taking another step forward no matter how hard he tried.

Gudako broke out in a cold sweat instantly. The sudden situation made her take a few steps back and collapse to the ground.

"Is this how the mountain people treat their guests? I've certainly seen it for myself!"

Hassan the Cursed Arm wore a white skull mask, and no one saw the shocked expression on his face.

Even as an Assassin, he couldn't figure out how Mo Li appeared and stopped him.

"Senior Mo Li..."

Gudako was deeply moved. Sure enough, even though they had a falling out, when she was in danger, Senior Mo Li would still save her at the first moment.

Mo Li glanced at Gudako speechlessly. Did she have to be so moved? She was almost in tears.

"You are not welcome here, especially you, Knight of the Round Table!"

Hassan, the Cursed Arm, broke free from Moli's restraints and pointed to Bedivere behind him.

"He is my servant, not a Knight of the Round Table."

"Who can verify your claim? Now that you've seen our hidden village, no one can guarantee you won't betray it to those knights."

Hearing Hassan the Cursed Arm say that, Moli narrowed his eyes; he had never fought an Assassin before.

The atmosphere between the two sides became tense, and just as Mo Li was about to make a move, Lu Shide stepped forward.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Skeleton, these people aren't bad guys. They saved us during the Holy Bachelor Ritual!"

When Hassan of Cursed Arm saw Lu Shide, his body visibly moved, indicating that the two had known each other for a long time.

"What? Isn't this Lu Shide! Where's your mother? Didn't Salia come with you?"

Lu Shide remained silent; his mother had long been murdered by the Knights of the Cleric during the Holy Basilica ceremony.

Seeing this, Hassan of Cursed Arm probably guessed that Salia had already been killed.

"I see. You and the group of refugees behind you can go in, but they can't!"

Hassan, the Cursed Arm Man, pointed at Mo Li and the others, his eyes filled with distrust.

They knew that Hassan the Cursed Arm was targeting Bedivere, after all, he had once been a member of the Knights of the Round Table.

"It seems like a fight is inevitable."

"Get ready, this isn't an assassination, it's a fight. If you don't want to die, kill me first!"

After saying that, Hassan crossed his arms, and countless thin threads shot out from his hands, heading straight for Bedivere.

After three meetings, Hassan the Cursed Arm collapsed to his knees in agony, his arms hanging limply on the ground.

Mo Li looked at Hassan with a speechless expression; this guy's combat power was just too weak.

Little did they know that Hassan of the Cursed Arm was best at assassination and concealing his presence; direct combat was not his forte. Furthermore, he did not use his Noble Phantasm, which is why he was so easily defeated by Mo Li.

"Hey you, if you're not capable, don't talk big. I thought you were something special, but you've given me false hope!"

"Ugh—it's unbelievable that a mere human can be so strong, but even if I'm pulverized, I won't fall."

Looking at the miserable state of Cursed Arm Hassan, Mo Li couldn't help but cover his face and shake his head. He should stop being stubborn now that he's in this state. Luckily, he didn't use his full strength, otherwise Cursed Arm Hassan would have been lying on the ground long ago.

"Hey, I suggest you don't try to be a hero, Lord Cursed Wrist!"

A familiar voice rang out from behind Hassan the Cursed Arm, and Arash appeared before them, carrying a bow and arrows.

"Hey, we meet again, Bedivere, Morley!"

"Oh, it's a giant firework... no, it's the great hero Arash!"

Mo Li quickly changed his words, realizing he had almost blurted out his true feelings; thank goodness.

After Arash's persuasion, Hassan of Cursed Arm finally nodded and agreed to let them enter the village.

It has no magical barrier whatsoever, yet it is completely invisible in mountainous areas; it is truly a masterpiece of ingenuity.

Mashu gently tugged at Mo Li's sleeve and whispered in his ear:

"Senior Mo Li, should we help Mr. Cursed Arm Hassan reattach his arm?"

"I'll take care of this!"

Mo Li spread his hands and slowly walked up to Hassan the Cursed Arm, revealing his white teeth.

Hassan, the Cursed Arm Man, had a bad feeling. Just as he was about to speak, Mo Li lifted his arm up.

"No, no need for that... Aa ...

Hearing Hassan's screams, one can imagine how heavy Mo Li's blows were.

Bedivere knew that Moli possessed a type of bullet that could restore a person to their original state, but he still opted for the most traditional treatment method, which gives you an idea of ​​how much Moli resented Hassan's rude behavior earlier.

He usually settles his scores on the spot.

No one could see Hassan's expression at that moment, but it was clear that he was in a very bad state.

"Thank you, sir!"

Mo Li nodded in satisfaction and strode towards the center of the village.

Gudako, Mashu, Da Vinci, Bedivere, Sanzang, and others followed closely behind.

Watching them leave, Arash and Hassan of Cursed Arm exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes. This man was definitely not someone to mess with.

Chapter 468 Clearing Up the Misunderstanding, A Nighttime Talk with Mashu

Led by Hassan of Cursed Arm, the group arrived at a wooden hut, while the other refugees were assigned to their respective living quarters.

After everyone had sat down in a circle, Arash spoke first:

"Please allow me to introduce myself again, I am Arash Kamang, class Archer!"

"Ah, we are members of Chaldea, and Fujimaru Ritsuka is Chaldea's only Master. We have come here to restore the history destroyed by the Magic King Solomon..."

Leonardo da Vinci provided a detailed account of their purpose in coming here and the situation at Chaldea.

"I see. Chaldea has a foundation in human reason, huh? How interesting!"

Arash nodded, then turned his gaze to Mori and Bedivere, the master and servant pair. They were the ones Arash was most curious about: a master with immense power and a Knight of the Round Table who fought against the Lion King.

Gudako, Mashu, and the others were also extremely interested in Mo Li's background, staring at them intently.

Mo Li sighed and said helplessly:

"Alright, I am the Demon King from another dimension. I have been traveling through the three thousand worlds and am currently looking for my way back. As for Bedivere, I met him in the desert."

He didn't want to say that he was thrown into this world by some unscrupulous supreme god; that would be too embarrassing.

Arash nodded thoughtfully, looking incredulous.

"Something like a time traveler? I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to actually exist!"

Mo Li saw that Arash had misunderstood, but he didn't explain. Anyway, he had traveled through many worlds, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a time traveler. He was mainly doing this to form contracts with his family.

Upon hearing this, Hassan, who was sitting to the side, remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was in turmoil. Time travel, no wonder this guy is so powerful.

Thinking about it this way, Hassan of Cursed Arm no longer felt that losing to him was a disgrace, but rather a kind of glory.

Not everyone can fight against time travelers.

"Then... how old are you this year, Senior Mo Li?"

Upon hearing Mo Li's words, Mashu and Gudako secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully the difference wasn't too great.

"No, it's nothing. I was just curious. Time travelers all sound very old."

Mashu waved her hands repeatedly, explaining anxiously.

"That's right, Mo Li, you can control time, so wouldn't we be able to turn the Lion King back to his former form!"

Da Vinci suddenly realized something and quickly looked at Mo Li with pleading eyes.

The others also suddenly realized what was going on and turned their gazes to Mo Li, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Only Sanzang frowned; she had a feeling that things weren't so simple.

Sure enough, Mo Li shook his head, sighed, and said:

"No, time is fair. This era is 1,500 years removed from the time of King Arthur. The time required to turn the Lion King back into King Arthur would be extremely long!"

Upon hearing the result, a hint of disappointment flashed in Bedwell's eyes, but this only strengthened his resolve.

Leonardo da Vinci, however, was very curious about Mori's time travel and kept asking him all sorts of questions.

Night fell quickly, and Lu Shide lifted the curtain and came in carrying a plate.

"Everyone, dinner is ready!"

The food here is not as plentiful and diverse as in the Sun King's land; it consists only of bread made from bean flour and the meat of wild animals that Arash hunts back from the outside world.

To ensure they wouldn't go hungry in the days to come, Arash invited Leonardo da Vinci, Sanzang, Bedivere, and others to go hunting to stock up on food, while Gudako, Mash, and the others helped out in the kitchen.

Mo Li was assigned to the mountaintop to keep watch over the village's perimeter, preventing anyone else from discovering the place.

As night fell, bonfires were lit in the village, and each household began preparing a meal.

Mo Li heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Gudako standing behind him with a conflicted expression.

"what happened?"

"Senior Mo Li... um... thank you for saving my life during the day!"

Gudako stammered out her purpose.

"No need to thank me for this small thing. You would have been fine even if I hadn't helped."

Mo Li waved his hand. He could tell that Hassan of the Cursed Arm did not intend to kill Gudako, which meant that he had no intention of killing her at the time.

"Senior Mo Li, will you return after you've resolved this matter?"