When I came to Xingyue, I found that the fgo archive was inherited

Chapter 23 The card pool is full of round tables

After the feeling of spying on him disappeared, Xia Li also stopped accumulating the magic power of the holy gun, and the dangerous light shining on the top of the tower of light gradually subsided.

He probably guessed that the peeking gaze was the fun guy Merlin who was staying in the Tower of Paradise, the crowned member of the clairvoyant trio, and he was the only one who had nothing to do to peek at what was going on outside.

Knowing about Merlin's bad character, he scolded him severely.

Although he guessed wrong just now, Merlin was indeed spying on him.

Because Merlin was really bored, and he lost the fun of fighting fires because watching the excitement was not a big deal, so he could only rely on his clairvoyance to peep and chat for comfort.

But I, Merlin, am not a fool. After Xia Li somehow achieved 100% synchronization with the Holy Spear, Merlin who was still in the Tower of Paradise saw that the situation was not good, so he shifted his target very much.

Because he knew that if he kept looking at it like this, he would be noticed by the holder of the Holy Lance soon, and he didn't want to be bombarded by the magical power of a Holy Lance for no reason.

Being bored, he naturally hopes to have as much fun as possible. At the same time, he also wants to see beautiful things. If a young girl with pure and beautiful things is struggling step by step in the unstoppable vortex of destroying the world.

If this kind of hot spot, it really hits his G-spot all at once, he will be so excited that he can't fall asleep and chase dramas day and night, er, although he doesn't need to sleep very much as a half-nightmare.

And from the moment he saw the summer calendar, Merlin seemed to see another beautiful thing in a trance, which was a different brilliance from King Arthur, but equally beautiful and attractive.

So he picked up Potato Chips and Coca-Cola, and happily started following the drama, which was called "My Little Girl Follower Is Actually an Outer God".

As an unknown audience, I witnessed Xia Li's experience in Salem. At the beginning, Xia Li and Abigail had a warm and beautiful interaction.

A kind and slender little girl with the power of a foreign god, carefully taking care of her beloved leader who has amnesia, Xia Li was slow to miss the reaction.

It was seeing that Merlin felt secretly refreshed. Since King Arthur left, he hadn't experienced this kind of joy for a long time.

But the only disadvantage is that the ending is not very pleasing to him. After a major blow from King Arthur, he now prefers the happy ending of Happy Ending after learning from the pain.

Watching it made him worry, and for a moment he couldn't help but want to end it himself, and sent a blade to the director to strongly request to change the ending.

However, the distance between the Tower of Paradise and reality made him very self-aware to extinguish this idea, let's take a look first.

If such a desperate incident really happened, maybe he would really rush to the scene to change the sad ending regardless of everything, even on foot.

"Oh, the power of the Holy Lance has been liberated to such an extent. I don't know whether it is good or bad for him."

Merlin sighed lightly and was a little worried about the next development of the plot, although he only knew Xia Li for a short time.

But Merlin has already consciously brought in the fan filter and started to think about his own pigeons.

The power of the holy gun is undoubtedly very powerful, but at the same time, the power of the holy gun is also a curse. If Xia Li turns into a glass-faced paralyzed look, he will be heartbroken for a long time.

It’s hard to find a replacement for King Arthur, let me have a look at tm’s!

Moreover, the existence of the holy gun is also an unknown existence on the British island, which was once the tail of the age of the gods. As long as it is pulled out, bad things will happen.

King Arthur used to be like this. In order to fight another demon dragon on the British island, King Vortigern, the anxious King Arthur took out the last mysterious power that symbolized Britain, that is, the Holy Lance, and pierced him.

Vortigern still thinks that King Arthur has gone crazy, well, he even took out the holy spear to kill me, then Britain is definitely doomed.

Naturally, Xia Li didn't know the worries of Meilin, a fun-loving person. Looking at the tall white tower behind him, he scratched his head and felt that this shape was delicately like something indescribable.

"Let's change your look."

Xia Li pondered for a while and planned to change the shape of the holy gun. He thought that the shape of Camelot was good, and it happened that there were records in the holy gun so he didn't need to bother.

He slightly raised his hand to control the Holy Spear in his hand, the dazzling white light was flickering, and the body of the Holy Spear began to change under the resonance, first of all, the top of the tower began to shorten like a sea needle.

Boom!

With a loud bang, it looked like a miniature city of Camelot was sitting on the ground. With the power of the holy gun, even if it continued to expand, it would be possible to form a city that could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

But there are no people in Salem, and it is unnecessary for Xia Li to spend time and effort to expand the range of the Holy Lance. The reason why the Lion King wants to expand the range of the Holy Lance as much as possible is to collect more shining and beautiful souls and realize her human specimen plan.

Xia Li does not intend to build a history museum for visitors from a long time to visit, and now this habitable space is enough.

"The next step is to clean up the monsters."

Xia Li must concentrate on maintaining the stability of the Holy Lance, which is used to fix Salem's enchantment, so that no trace of the power of the outer gods can be leaked.

At the same time, he still needs to study how to revive the director. He can't find extra hands to clean up the monsters himself, and he has already mastered the Holy Lance and has to clean up the mobs himself, which is too cheap.

He looked at the pure white and flawless walls of Camelot in front of him, although there were neither humans nor elves living inside, and the Holy Spear in his hand made him suddenly realize.

There are all the holy relics, it seems that the Cowherd Group of the Round Table can be called over?
I'm sorry, King Mao, but your subordinates will borrow it from me first.

"At the king's command, the knights of the round table must gather here!"

In order to prevent the Knights of the Round Table from not buying it, Xia Li deliberately ignored his message. After closing his eyes, he suddenly opened them and imitated the aura of King Dumao, shouting with a majestic aura.

The Holy Lance itself possesses far more magical power than the spiritual veins, so instead of waiting for the 60-year progress bar like the Holy Grail War, the magic power needed to summon the spirit base of the Knights of the Round Table overflows from the Holy Lance almost instantly.

The terrifying magic power pervading the whole body of Xia Li will make magicians exclaim that the Age of Gods has returned when they see it.

A white storm ten times stronger than the first call was blowing in front of him. The first person to respond to the call was a familiar figure, holding a magic sword and wearing a helmet with horns on his head, and a crimson armor gradually appeared.

"Mordred, Knight of the Round Table, answer the Master's call here!"

After seeing the summer calendar, Mordred couldn't wait to take off the horned helmet, showing a happy reunion smile.

But she immediately became serious, and knelt down on one knee to solemnly swear an oath to Xia Li, although she herself wondered why she had the memory of the last summoning.

"Knights of the Round Table, the sinner Lancelot, come to accept the crime."

Purple knight armor, purple hairstyle, and extremely trendy grooming and grooming, the handsome guy with a melancholy face just appeared in the world, and he couldn't wait to kneel down on one knee and said regretfully.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, the king, for allowing Lancelot, a sinner, to stand in front of you again."

"Knights of the Round Table, Tristan, answer the call and come together."

The handsome man with long red hair and closed eyes who was equally melancholy spoke softly. His silver-white armor gleamed, and he held a weapon that looked like a harp or a bow in his hand.

Tristan slightly opened his often closed eyes, fell silent for a moment after seeing that Xia Li was not Queen Arthur, played the piano in his hand and sang sadly like a troubadour.

"I'm very sad... I am also a knight of the round table, but I mistakenly recognize the appearance of the king."

As he said that, Tristan cast a glance and was still kneeling on the ground, Lancelot in a dazed look, I despise you Lancelot as the king's chef, er, even though he also admitted it wrong, he at least opened his eyes to confirm it.

Like Lancelot, who still knelt on the ground and didn't dare to look up, and didn't realize that the one standing in front of them holding the Holy Lance was not their King Arthur.

"Knights of the Round Table, Aggavin came to assist the king."

"Knights of the Round Table, Gawain is here to protect the king."

With the two completely opposite colors, one black and one white, the last knight of the round table appeared, and the overflowing magic power never formed a new spirit base.

Perhaps because of what Tristan said just now, the Knights of the Round Table who were planning to answer the summon were left.

I suddenly realized that it turned out to be a fake, I slipped away and I will not come to the team building party of the Knights of the Round Table.

The newly-appeared black knight of the round table is more gloomy than the melancholy temperament of Lancelot and Tristan, with a look of kidney failure due to overwork, which really makes people worry about sudden death.

And the other white knight of the round table is much more dazzling like the sun, bringing warmth to people, and is as polite as the prince charming in fairy tales.

The Knights of the Round Table at the scene discovered that it was not Queen Arthur who summoned them, and suddenly fell into a strange quiet and embarrassing atmosphere.

Glancing at each other's former colleagues, they both felt ashamed and embarrassed and didn't know what to say, especially Lancelot was stunned, as if a dark cloud was hanging over his head, and then fell into an even more ashamed mood.

I actually even admitted that the king was wrong...

On the contrary, Mordred was not at all embarrassed. Instead, he covered his belly and laughed unscrupulously. She enjoyed the appearance of these fellow knights of the round table making a fool of themselves.

"Hahahaha~, it's really funny, so you can also be called the king's most loyal knights of the round table?"

And she was especially on the word loyalty, and the accentuated tone seemed to imply someone.

"Shaofa makes people laugh, do those who rebel against the king have the face to answer the call?"

Agguiwen stood up with a gloomy face, sarcastically speaking to Mordred.

As the one who regards the survival of Britain as the first priority, he hates this colleague who wears a helmet to hide his identity, especially when she later rebelled against the king.

"Heh, I didn't answer her call, but came here for the Master."

Mordred was also not to be outdone and confronted tit-for-tat. The two sides looked at each other a little bit tensely, and a smell of gunpowder was permeating the air.

In fact, if King Arthur really called, Mordred would still respond, but she couldn't show it so clearly, so she still had to speak hard.

The knights of the round table are not suppressed by King Arthur, and the grievances between them make them seem to turn into a workplace fight in the next moment.

"Quiet!"

Xia Li used his magical power to say a word, and the majestic and sacred voice immediately quieted down the knights of the round table.

Looking at Xia Li together, their faces also became serious. This unusual and amazing magical reaction, after careful perception, really shocked these knights of the round table for a whole year.

"I summoned the ministers because the power of the ministers is necessary for the plan."

"Only I don't have the extra energy to destroy the enemy. I need a knight who can be my brother."

"However, I know that the act of impersonating your king is incompatible with the creed of your loyalty to King Arthur."

"It doesn't matter if you want to obey me or leave me. I hope you can take a good look at the current situation and think about it carefully."

"Give me an answer in two hours, that's all I can wait."

Xia Li's words were cold, but also had an undeniable meaning. After glancing at Mordred, he turned and walked back to the city of Camelot, which was transformed into the Holy Lance.

"It's really strange, how did the Master become like this?"

Mordred frowned and looked at Xia Li's strange back. Is this still the idiot Master she knew?
The rest of the Knights of the Round Table were short-circuited by the temporary bombing because of the huge amount of information in the summer calendar, and they were also shocked by the power of the Master who summoned them.

(End of this chapter)