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

Arash only hoped to buy himself some more time and hold out until everyone returned.

Lancelot seemed to have sensed Arash's thoughts and chuckled, saying:

"You seem to be expecting something, but unfortunately, your fate is already sealed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot leaped into the air, raising the Unyielding Lake Light and slashing it at Arash.

Arash hesitated for a moment, and just as he was about to unleash his Noble Phantasm, a dark figure instantly appeared in front of Lancelot and kicked him into the ruins.

"Tch, after all this time you still haven't learned your lesson, Lancelot!"

Mo Li's voice rang out from the thick fog.

Arash's face lit up with joy, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, plopping down on the ground.

"Cough cough...you...how did you get here...?"

Lancelot emerged from the ruins, clutching his stomach, his face serious.

I thought there were only weak Servants like the Mountain People here, but I never expected to run into Mo Li again.

"There's nothing I can do, we're just destined to be together, so stay here obediently..."

Before Mo Li could finish speaking, Lancelot vanished in front of him in a spiritual form.

Arash's lips twitched slightly at the sight. "Why are you being so cowardly? Where did your fighting spirit go?"

How come the opponent is faster than a rabbit?

"Tch! Coward!"

Mo Li curled his lip, took out the Fourth Bullet, aimed it at Arash, and pulled the trigger.

The next second, Arash's wounds quickly healed.

"What amazing recovery methods! Where are Cursed Arm and the others?"

"They've gone to deal with the remaining purgatory knights. Besides Lancelot, are there any others coming this time?"

Arash shook his head, thinking that it made sense; why would you need so many people to wipe out a village?

"So what exactly did you do to Lancelot? Why did he run away as soon as he saw you?"

Arash's current appearance is just like that of a gossipy spectator in the modern world, his heart burning with curiosity.

Mo Li glanced at him speechlessly, then said:

"If you're really free, go help Cursed Wrist and the others clear out the remaining knights!"

"No, just tell me, I'm really curious!"

Arash looked unwilling to give up; he really wanted to know what Mo Li had done to Lancelot.

Mo Li rolled her eyes and flew straight towards the temple.

The Temple of Azrael, revered as a sacred site by the Mountain People such as the Cursed Arm and the Hundred Faces, enshrines the First Elder of the Mountain, who was summoned as a Servant.

As you slowly enter the cave, a huge bronze door comes into view.

The bronze door is covered with mysterious patterns, and a sense of heaviness emanates from it, making those who approach it feel a chill.

This feeling is like being plunged into darkness, having all five senses stripped away, leaving only fear.

It wasn't a mental fear, but a fear of the soul; the human soul was trembling.

Mo Li narrowed his eyes, suppressing his discomfort, and began to sense the magic around him.

"A king from another world—!"

A voice suddenly rang in Mo Li's ears, but he could not sense any life.

"I already know why you came here; your existence is ordained by Heaven!"

Moli searched everywhere for King Hassan's whereabouts, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sense his location.

The next moment, Wang Hassan's tone suddenly changed drastically.

"However—those who dare to step into my shrine must first face death, fight as the dead, and seize the right to live. Only through this ritual can the demon that caused me to appear be absolved!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, and a chill enveloped Mo Li.

A mournful scream echoed throughout the cave, and a cyan ghost suddenly appeared in front of Mo Li.

Her claws were about five or six meters long, her body floated in mid-air, and her eyes emitted a bluish-green light.

"Playing tricks? Since you know my background, this test is meaningless!"

Without any response, the vengeful ghost, its body stained with black gas, let out a roar and lunged at Mo Li.

Seeing this, Mo Li took out his broken Black Emperor Sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

With a clang, the claws were firmly stuck in the broken sword.

Mo Li made a ruthless move, and a black light flashed, cutting off the ghost's two claws.

But soon, the vengeful ghost returned to its original state, only with much less black aura emanating from it.

"I see, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

After Mo Li stood still, he clasped his hands together, and a demon king mark resembling pupils appeared on his forehead.

"In the name of the Demon King, connect to the Library of Pride and execute the mission!"

With the True Word spell imbued upon the broken sword, Mo Li smiled slightly as he felt the power contained within it.

This attack was enough to cause the entire temple to collapse and the mountain to be destroyed.

Just as Mo Li was about to make his move, the vengeful ghost suddenly vanished, and the broken sword in his hand was snatched away.

"He's a ruthless man, but I'm the one who said I only care about the results, and I won't ask about the good or evil of the process."

A tall figure appeared in front of Mo Li, holding his Black Emperor Sword in his hand.

Unlike Cursed Arm and others, King Hassan, although wearing a skull mask, was also dressed in armor, and his two bright blue eyes flickered like flames.

"Welcome to my mausoleum. I am Hassan al-Sabah, the Old Man of the Mountain!"

"As expected of a Grand Assassin, he managed to steal my weapon even when I was fully on guard!"

Mo Li narrowed his eyes. He wouldn't be afraid of him if he were in his prime, but now he was clearly the weaker one.

However, his status as the Demon King meant that he could never treat King Hassan kindly like the Cursed Arms and the others.

"That's not my intention. Everyone has their own destiny, whether it's yours or the others'!"

Wang Hassan's words seemed to have a hidden meaning, but Mo Li wasn't in the mood to play riddles with you here.

"I hate dealing with you riddle people the most. I'll get straight to the point: are you willing to join us in fighting against the Lion King? I know you have the ability!"

Mo Li asked directly. Although he didn't care whether King Hassan would join, Gudako and the others needed him.

Wang Hassan did not answer Mo Li's question, but instead asked:

"Is what you seek the head of the Lion King, who has fallen and become a god?"

"No! If you dare touch her, I will kill you!"

"If that's the case, you are not the one I've been waiting for. Go back, chosen one. Go back and tell the disciples of magic that after I've led you to the truth of everything, my sword will become your vanguard."

Mo Li was getting annoyed by the riddle-like manner of the man. If it weren't for the fact that the Black Emperor Sword was in his hands, Mo Li would really like to fight King Hassan.

"The First... never mind, I'll just call you King Hassan. Do you know how annoying it is to say that?"

Chapter 477 Atlas Academy, The Lion King's Retribution

Wang Hassan didn't mind Mo Li's rudeness, and instead said:

"I have no name, and all my words are the truth. King of another world, depart!"

"Wait, at least tell me what the truth you're looking for is, right?"

Mo Li waved his hand, feeling a little unwilling to leave just like that.

"—The otherworldly realm in the heart of the desert, where everything you seek is contained. Located in the desert, it is a realm beyond the reach of that brat Sun King. The treasure trove of knowledge buried in the yellow sand is called the Atlas Academy."

Upon hearing this name from Wang Hassan, Mo Li felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

What exactly is this Atlas Institute, and what is its connection to the Burning of Humanity?

Just as Mo Li was about to press for more information, Wang Hassan's figure had already disappeared before his eyes.

"Head to the Atlas Institute as soon as possible. You don't have much time left. Before the Lion King Spear reveals its true form, return the sacred object to its rightful owner at the Holy Land—'087'!"

After Wang Hassan left those words, the surrounding cold air gradually dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Li was back in front of the bronze door, and the cave returned to its usual silence.

Mo Li pondered Wang Hassan's words as he walked out of the cave.

Does the sacred object refer to the Excalibur in Bedivere's hand?

And then there's Atlas Institute; Gudako and the others should know about this, right?

Just as Mo Li was thinking this, an explosion from not far away interrupted his thoughts.

Looking up, one could see the silvery-white light and the dark red strings of the instrument complementing each other, illuminating the entire sky.

Mo Li frowned. It seemed that Lancelot was not the only Knight of the Round Table who had come here.

On the other side, Tristan had his eyes closed, his red hair flowing in the wind, and he held a harp in his hand.

"This anger, this sword energy... I never expected that you, who were once so gentle, could unleash such killing intent. It seems that I can no longer hold back."

With that, Tristan plucked a string, and arrows shot towards Bedivere like streaks of light.

"I never imagined that I would have to kill the knights who were talking around the same round table, the knights who fought alongside me... This sorrow may never heal."

Bedivere dodged the incoming arrow, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, and said:

“I feel the same way. Although you have always been a pessimistic person, when we fight side by side, no one can be as in sync with me as you are.”

“Yes, that’s right, we…we were friends, am I right, Lord Bedivere!”

The two didn't seem to be fighting; rather, they seemed to be chatting, confiding their frustrations to each other.

But neither held back, each strike aimed at the other's vital points.

"Of course, it's precisely because we're friends that I can't forgive them!"

Bedivere stepped forward, his silver arm gleaming, and charged toward Tristan.

A tear rolled down Tristan's cheek as he held the harp across his chest, a dark red light illuminating it.

"Failnaught!"

"Activate the Silver Arm (SwitchOnAgateram)!"

In the clash of their two Noble Phantasms, it is clear that Bedivere has the upper hand.

A bloody gash appeared on Tristan's body, running through his entire body.

But soon, the bloodstains slowly disappeared, and Tristan's face remained unchanged.

"How can it be……"

Gudako looked on in surprise, having been hit head-on by a Noble Phantasm, yet she was completely unharmed.

Tristan seemed to sense something, raised his head, and slowly said:

"The time has come—!"

Following his direction, everyone looked up and saw a ray of golden holy light slowly descending from the western sky.

That beam of light contained immense magical power, enough to destroy everything on earth.

The western village, led by Hassan the Hundred-Faced, was destroyed under the holy light, leaving only a deep crater.

"This is the Lion King's punishment, the pillar of purification of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad. Next, it will be your turn, 3. 0."

As Tristan finished speaking, the holy light reappeared above everyone.

Bedivere looked on incredulously; he simply couldn't believe that King Arthur could do such a thing.

"Impossible, how could the King..."

"Of course! How can a purge be carried out if one is not fully conscious? In order to leave no survivors, our king has made a sacred decision!"

Tristan's figure gradually faded into a blur; his mission was complete, and there was no need for him to stay any longer.