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

Gudako tugged at Moli's sleeve and asked with great curiosity:

"Senior Mo Li, what exactly is going on with them...?"

"Oh, it's nothing, they just experienced the most painful thing in their lives!"

Mo Li waved his hand and said these extremely vicious words with a relaxed expression.

Hearing Mo Li say this (

"Then you can let them go, they look like they're in a lot of pain."

Gudako couldn't bear to see Hassan the Cursed Arm and Arash continue to suffer, so she quickly asked.

Mo Li nodded, his Rinnegan swirling, and he silently uttered "Release".

The next second, Hassan and Arash both knelt on the ground, panting heavily, their backs soaked with sweat, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

It was unclear how much time had passed before the two slowly recovered. Had they not been heroic spirits, they probably would have fainted long ago.

Ordinary people don't have that much mental energy; those who get hit will definitely die.

"Huff...huff...what amazing illusion magic! We're impressed, we admit defeat!"

Ignoring Arash, who was slumped on the ground breathing in fresh air, Hassan of Cursed Arms approached Moli and bowed his proud waist.

"Your Highness Mo Li, we have witnessed your strength, and we have decided to join forces with you to fight against the Holy Capital."

Upon hearing Hassan's words, Gudako and the others showed a hint of joy on their faces.

Mo Li nodded; finally, there was some good news after all these days.

“If things continue like this, we will eventually be annihilated by the Lion King’s army. Your appearance before us now must be fate’s way of helping us. Please accept our humble request. I, the Old Man of the Mountain, will stake my name on Your Highness Mo Li and deliver you to the Lion King’s side!”

Although Hassan the Cursed Arm didn't understand knightly etiquette, he had met many Knights of the Round Table. He immediately knelt on one knee and asked Mo Li and the others for help.

Looking at the sincere Cursed Arm Hassan, Mo Li also smiled and gave Gudako a look.

Gudako looked at Mo Li with a confused expression, pointing at herself with a panicked look on her face.

Seeing that Gudako hesitated, Mo Li walked directly behind her and pushed her forward.

In his view, Gudako is the Master who will save humanity, and he is just an imposter.

Helpless, Gudako squatted down and helped Hassan, the Cursed Arm, to his feet.

"No, it is we who should ask for your guidance."

Hassan, the Cursed Arm, didn't react much when he saw that it was Gudako who had come; after all, the meaning was the same.

One more thing Hassan the Cursed Arm didn't say is that he would rather die by the Lion King's gun than be an enemy of Mori again.

He never wanted to experience that terrifying feeling again in his life.

After a friendly exchange between the two sides, Mo Li roughly learned about the fighting strength of the old man in the mountain.

Besides Hassan the Cursed Arm and Arash, other elders of the mountains were also summoned, leading their respective villages to fight against the Knights of the Holy City.

"Hassan Sabah!"

"Yes, Your Highness Mo Li, what are your orders?"

Upon hearing Mo Li call his name, Cursed Arm Hassan instinctively stood up straight.

"I'm asking you, what are your plans for the future?"

When the conversation turned to serious matters, Hassan's voice became serious, and he pointed to a large mountain.

“This temple of Azrael is the sacred site of our village, and deep within this temple, our ancestor, the first Hassan the Elder, sleeps.”

"The original Assassin, he really existed?!"

Tripitaka had obviously heard the story of King Hassan, and looked up at the temple with a shocked expression.

"Initially, he refused to interfere in human affairs, which is why we don't use his power. However, now that you have appeared before us, I have made up my mind. This must be a sign from heaven!"

Mo Li looked in the direction that Hassan of Cursed Wrist pointed, and he could feel a powerful aura emanating from the temple.

The aura of death, something somewhat similar to its own theme of nothingness.

King Hassan, the first Assassin, a Grand Assassin.

Mo Li narrowed his eyes; his intuition told him that he had to stay away from this person.

"Curse Wrist! It's terrible! Nishimura has been attacked!" the supervisor on the watchtower shouted.

Everyone looked westward at the same time, and the smoke rose straight into the sky along with the flames.

Hassan, the man with the cursed wrist, quickly asked loudly:

"Where are the flags? Can you see the enemy's flags?"

"It was a red dragon, with a red lightning bolt that severed its neck..."

Upon hearing this news, Hassan of Cursed Arm was greatly shocked, and his entire body trembled involuntarily.

"Oh no, we're all going to be killed!"

"Do you recognize the emblem on this flag, Lord Cursed Wrist?"

"Only one dares to hoist the banner bearing the head of the king—the rebellious knight Mordred!"

A glint of light flashed in Mo Li's eyes. Finally, he had run into an acquaintance. Although this acquaintance might not recognize him now, how would he know if he didn't try?

With this in mind, Mo Li immediately decided to lead everyone to support Xicun.

"Let's go, Xiao Bei, Mashu, Sanzang, it looks like we've got some work to do!"

"Wait a moment, Your Highness Mo Li, it will take at least two days to get from here to West Village..."

Mo Li smiled and, to everyone's surprise, slowly rose into the air.

"Yes, we can fly there!"

Da Vinci slammed his fist into his palm and hurriedly ran back to prepare his flying gear.

Mo Li, however, didn't have that much time to wait for them. He wanted to see Xiao Mo as soon as possible, so he said:

"I'll go ahead first; you all wait here for Leonardo da Vinci!"

"Wait a moment, Master. Please allow me to go with you. Lord Mordred is no ordinary Knight of the Round Table. His strength is no less than that of Lord Gawain or Lord Lancelot!"

Seeing that Mo Li was preparing to go alone, Bedwell quickly stepped forward and volunteered.

Although Mashu, Sanzang, and the others did not speak, they all conveyed the same meaning.

Mo Li shook his head slightly, his tone unusually serious.

“Bringing one more person will waste more time. I know Mordred’s strength better than any of you here. Don’t worry, I will be careful not to hurt the other refugees!”

After saying that, without waiting for anyone else to answer, Mo Li turned around, accelerated, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Bedwell was left behind, worried, and now he could only hope that Leonardo da Vinci's aircraft would catch up quickly.

Gudako and Mashu exchanged a glance, feeling that Mo Li seemed somewhat different now than before.

Mo Li had never seen this expression on his face before, whether he was facing Gawain or Lancelot.

"senior……"

"I believe in Senior Mo Li; he can definitely solve this perfectly...!"

Gudako's expression had never been so resolute.

Chapter 471 Saving the West Village, Encountering Mordred Again

During the flight, Mo Li tried to contact the system to see if there was any way to restore her memories.

"System, hello, is the system there?"

"Ding! Does the host have any questions?"

"Do you know how to restore the memories of my family members?"

After Mo Li finished asking the question, the system fell silent and did not respond for a long time.

Just as Mo Li's patience was about to run out, the system finally delivered some good news.

"Ding! Two familiars have been detected in the current world. These familiars are carrying the seal of the Supreme God. No further information can be extracted."

"I know, that's why I asked you how to break the seal!"

Mo Li said helplessly, "How come I never realized this system was so inflexible?"

"Ding! The host's Demon King blood has the effect of suppressing the bloodline of gods. It may be possible to combine it with the host's Domination Spirit Rank."

Mo Li was taken aback; he himself had no idea that the blood flowing through his body had this function.

He guessed that this was probably the consequence of killing so many gods. The Demon King was not static; he remembered that the Supreme God had said that he was constantly evolving as he grew.

Each time he kills a hero, experiences a world, or forms a contract with a familiar, his demonic form undergoes a qualitative change. Perhaps after destroying the realm of gods, his blood will have the effect of suppressing the gods.

A glint of light flashed in Mo Li's eyes. In that case, returning to his original world might not be so difficult.

Soon, Mo Li arrived at the location of West Village using his speed.

A red figure brandished a greatsword, and streaks of sword energy struck houses everywhere, causing explosions, as if venting its discontent.

"Hey, hey, just die already! One after another, you guys are so annoying!"

Standing in front of Mordred was a servant named Hassan the Hundred-Faced. Her frail body was covered in bloodstains, and blood was flowing out as if it were being poured out, but she still stood tall in front of the villagers.

Bai Mao Hassan was seen clutching his wounded abdomen with one hand, breathing heavily, his face filled with resentment.

"Damn it, how did you know the location of this village? Our concealment should have been flawless!"

"Huh? Who knows? This kind of thing relies on intuition, intuition."

Mordred waved her hand dismissively. She had simply come here because it felt like a Tibetan area, and that's how she discovered West Village.

This intuition came from her father, King Arthur, Artoria.

"Hey, tell me where the rebels causing trouble in the Holy City are, and maybe I can make your death a little easier."

"What nonsense are you spouting... Have you all gone mad? Have you lost your faith in the gods...?"

Before Baima Hassan could finish speaking, the red greatsword slashed down.

"Ugh, this is so annoying. I actually think it's abnormal for you to disobey your father. Since you won't tell me, I guess I'll just have to send you on your way!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Mordred's eyes as he raised his greatsword high and thrust it at Hassan the Hundred-Faced Hassan at his feet.

At this point, Bai Ma Hassan had no strength left to resist. He closed his eyes and quietly awaited death.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and after a long time, Baimao Hassan did not feel any pain.

A gentle breeze caressed her face, and Hassan slowly opened her eyes. She saw a black figure blocking Mordred's attack with just a broken sword.

Mordred stared at Mo Li's figure, feeling that the person was somewhat familiar, but then realized who it was.

"Hey, you trash actually dared to come here, you actually took the initiative to come knocking on our door, you're pretty capable!"

"Xiao Mo, do you still remember me?"

Mo Li looked at Mordred with a nervous expression; he had clearly sensed that something was off about Mordred's expression.

Mordred sheathed his greatsword, rested it on his shoulder, and said arrogantly:

"Who are you? My fan? After all, I've killed so many heretics, I guess I'm a celebrity."

It seems that what happened just now was just a hallucination; Xiao Mo has not regained her previous memories.

Mordred is now merely a Knight of the Round Table banished from the Holy City by the Lion King.

Mo Li narrowed his eyes. It seemed that he could only try the system's method. He wondered how much Demon King's blood would be needed to awaken it.

"You're not a Servant, yet you possess such formidable strength. I understand now. You must be the Master Agravure ordered to be killed. You're certainly extraordinary!"

Mordred mistook Moli for Gudako, and her eyes instantly turned serious, radiating murderous intent.

"Xiao Mo, I will make you remember."

"I advise you to give up. Although I don't know what kind of idiot the 'me' you know is, and I don't want to hear it, I am now Lord Mordred, the Lion King's knight, a guerrilla knight ordered to be a dishonorable hunter!"

"Really? I understand!"

"Good to know. So whoever dares to defy the king, kill them without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of red magic erupted from Mordred's body, its power soaring straight into the sky.