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

Others may not know his true identity, but he knows it very well.

Solomon, the third king of ancient Israel, who created the most prosperous period in ancient Israel, commanded seventy-two demons, and was the first servant summoned by the Chaldean Heroes.

Solomon, along with the then-director of Chaldea, participated in the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki 09 and achieved final victory. His wish upon the Holy Grail was to become human.

He abandoned the power of all heroic spirits and was reborn as a new human being with absolutely no relation to King Solomon.

As a king who was destined to be perfect and omnipotent from birth, Solomon had never experienced the life of a "human" since birth, so he named himself Roman, meaning romantic.

"Hassan, what should we do next? This village has been discovered, hasn't it?"

"Speaking of which, let me introduce you to the village chief. That fellow insisted on coming to thank you all in person. Bai Mao, come here quickly."

Cursed Arm Hassan beckoned to Hundred-Faced Hassan, who was standing to the side, signaling him to come over quickly.

Bai Mao Hassan strode over and bowed to Mo Li.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I am deeply grateful for your help. I am the old man in the mountains who is in charge of West Village, Hyakuma-ha—uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!?"

He had only spoken halfway when a strange cry came from Baimao Hassan's mouth.

Then Hassan the Hundred Faces pointed at Gudako and Mashu sitting to the side and shouted:

"What?! What?!?!"

"Oh no!!!"

Along with Hassan's shout, Gudako and Mashu also shouted loudly.

Mo Li frowned and scratched his ear with his hand.

"Oh, you two already know each other? That makes things much easier, hahaha!"

Hassan, the one with the cursed wrist, didn't see the intricacies of the situation and assumed they had met before.

Only Bedivere and Sanzang exchanged a glance, realizing that things were probably not so simple.

Sure enough, Hassan Baimao changed his expression and retorted sharply:

"I refuse. I can't trust them, let alone fight alongside them. You should all go back to where you came from!"

"How could this be... Lord Fujimaru, what exactly happened between you two?"

Everyone could see that Hassan the Hundred Faces was targeting Gudako and Mashu.

This piqued Mo Li's interest, indicating that they had already met Bai Mao before arriving in the Holy Capital.

Gudako's lips twitched a few times, she scratched the back of her head, sighed, and said:

"Well, something happened a little while we were in the desert..."

"Tch, if it weren't for your interference, my plan would have been flawless. Cursed Wrist, are you out of your mind? Why did you have to trust the Knights of the Round Table instead of choosing from all others!"

Hassan Hyakga seems very resistant to cooperating with Gudako and the others, and his attitude is very tough.

Mo Li's lips curled up slightly, and he immediately spoke:

"So I guess I'll have to go too, after all, Little Bei is my servant!"

Bai Mao Hassan turned his gaze to Mo Li, his expression instantly changing, and even his tone became much gentler.

"Well, if it's Prince Mo Li's servant, then there's no problem!"

"Hey, you've changed so much! Why is Senior Mo Li fine?"

Gudako said speechlessly, "Why should they be treated like this by Hassan the Hundred Faces?"

Faced with Gudako's question, Hassan Hyakga was less considerate, coldly replying:

"His Highness Mo Li is a true powerhouse; how can he be lumped together with you?"

Gudako was full of resentment and was about to go forward to argue with Hassan Hyakko when Da Vinci pulled her back.

Although the process may be somewhat bumpy, as long as the result is the same, that's enough.

Hassan, the man with the cursed wrist, also stepped forward to smooth things over:

"Hahaha, it's good that we've talked it out. By the way, Bai Mao, how's that matter going?"

"No progress at all. That guy is tight-lipped; he shouldn't be able to reveal anything!"

"What happened, Cursed Wrist?"

Bedwell asked curiously, judging from their expressions, it seemed to be a very tricky matter.

Hassan, the man with the cursed arm, sighed and explained:

"Actually, one of our elderly mountain dwellers has been captured. She is still young and has a troublesome constitution that prevents her from committing suicide. If we don't rescue her, she might leak our information sooner or later."

"Where is he being held?"

Mo Li stood up expressionlessly, shook his neck, and said calmly.

When Hassan of Cursed Arm saw Mo Li get up, his expression instantly turned excited.

"Would you like to intervene? We can definitely rescue Jingmi; she's being held captive inside the Round Table Fortress!"

"Great, I'll be right back!"

"Wait a minute, are you planning to go alone?"

Just as Mo Li was about to leave, he was blocked by Hassan, the Cursed Arm.

Judging from his tone, it seemed he didn't need anyone else's help. Cursed Arm Hassan looked puzzled.

"That's right, I'm enough on my own!"

"No, absolutely not!"

Gudako was the first to stand up and refuse. Last time, it was because Mo Li went ahead alone that he was stabbed in the chest by Mordred. This time, she absolutely could not let him go alone.

Mash, Bedivere, Arash, and the others nodded, firmly disagreeing with Mo Li's proposal.

Mo Li is indispensable to the entire team, especially in the battle against the Lion King, where his role is immeasurable.

"Master, please take me with you!"

"And me! Our group 139 will definitely help Senior Mo Li!"

"Your Highness Mo Li, perhaps you haven't realized it yourself, but your wisdom and strength are our most important assets when facing the Lion King, so please take them with you!"

Faced with everyone's requests, especially Gudako's expectant gaze, Mo Li slowly nodded.

"Great!"

"However, let me make this clear first: you must obey my orders without the slightest disobedience!"

Mo Li's intuition told her that this was a trap set by the Knights of the Round Table.

He originally planned to go alone, and even if there was danger, he could leave using his divine power. But if so many people went together, they might all be captured.

Although Gudako and the others readily agreed, Mo Li's heart was never at ease.

Chapter 474 Saving Tranquility, Delusional Poison Body

"We've arrived; that's the knights' fortress."

Mo Li looked up and saw a tall, towering medieval fortress in front of him.

There were quite a few charioteers patrolling the city walls, but not many, so it seemed the enemy didn't take this place very seriously.

However, Mo Li still sensed something was wrong; the defense shouldn't be this weak.

After sensing the situation inside for a moment, Mo Li smiled.

"Two large buildings, one underground cell, and two Servant reactions were detected. One of them should be the Serene Hassan you mentioned."

“Something’s not right. The people in this fortress are all on edge, as if they knew we were going to attack.”

Sanzang noticed something amiss; the other side was already prepared.

Mo Li had already guessed this, and he never intended to sneak in.

"Cursed Wrist, do you know what the ultimate secret of assassination is?"

"Eh? Um..."

Cursed Arm Hassan shook his head. Such a profound question could probably only be answered by King Hassan.

"The ultimate secret of assassination is to kill everyone who sees your true face!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud "boom" was heard, and the fortress gate was split in two by Mo Li.

Everyone was stunned; no one expected Mo Li to do such a thing.

By the time they realized what was happening, Mo Li had already swaggered in through the main entrance.

"Hey, get your boss out here! Also, tell me where the captured Servant is!"

"Enemy attack—!!!"

With a shout, the Knight of Suzheng suddenly summoned dozens of archers from the city wall, aiming at Mo Li below.

"Tch, you won't come out yourself? Fine, I'll come find you myself!"

Mo Li raised her head and coldly stared at the commanding knight, casually brandishing the broken sword in her hand.

The next second, a head flew off, and blood splattered everywhere.

The killing begins.

It was a one-sided battle; arrows were completely unable to stop Mo Li's advance.

By the time Gudako arrived, all the soldiers on the city wall had been dealt with, and streaks of blue spiritual energy dissipated in the air, shining as brightly as day.

"Is this the true essence of assassination? Your Highness Mo Li, I understand!"

Hassan, the Cursed Arm, looked at Mo Li with an expression of adoration, his tone filled with admiration.

Assassination is nothing compared to the thrill of rampaging through the battlefield; killing everyone is the essence of assassination.

Bai Mao, standing to the side, helplessly covered his forehead. As the most shrewd and calculating of all the Hassans, he had no reason to believe Mo Li's so-called secrets of assassination.

"Hey, Cursed Wrist, you don't actually believe what he said, do you?!"

"Of course, His Highness Mo Li's remarks were truly thought-provoking and refreshing!"

"You're hopeless, you're finished!"

Hassan shook his head, ignoring the crazed Cursed Arm beside him, and walked towards the underground prison.

Now that their trail had been discovered, the group lost all interest in hiding and followed Mo Li's footsteps, fighting their way through until they finally reached the underground prison.

I don't know how long I walked, the entire underground prison was like a maze, as if it wanted to catch all the intruders.

They encountered some resistance during the journey, but Bedivere and Sanzang dealt with them all.

As he walked, Sanzang suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and seemed to be sensing something.

"What's wrong, Sanzang? Have you discovered anything?"

"Hmm, I think I hear another disciple's voice!"

Sanzang suddenly opened his eyes and ran straight in one direction.

The others exchanged glances, then followed closely behind Sanzang to the door of a prison cell.

At Sanzang's feet lay a monster covered in hair.

"It really is you, Touta!"

"Oh, so you're the ones who attacked this fortress, hahaha. I'm Tawara Tota, Archer. I ended up looking after that monk because of some fate."

Fujita gripped the railing with both hands and easily broke it, walking out with great composure.

His remarks displeased Sanzang, who slapped Tota on the head and loudly retorted:

"That's not looking after someone, that's guarding them, honestly, haven't I told you that so many times?"

"I don't have time to listen to your reminiscing. Touta, right? Do you know where the other captured Servant is?"

"Oh, that little girl, I know her, come with me!"

Tawara Taichi took the lead and enthusiastically guided the way.

After passing through cave after cave, the group arrived at a circular area. The ground was covered in blood, and the walls were covered with instruments used for execution.

Mo Li narrowed his eyes. In the deepest part of the cell, a purple-haired girl was chained to the wall.