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Chapter 25 The Darkest Day in the History of the Round Table

El-Melloi II felt that his brain was buzzing, as if a steel needle had been inserted into his brain, and then he stirred up and down in it, and his brain became a mess.

It made him unable to calm down and think now, as soon as he started to think, he would hear strange sleep talk from his ears, the chaos seemed to come from a bottomless abyss.

The pollution of the Outer Gods was not cleared with the resurrection of El-Melloi II, that's why he felt a pain in his head.

He rubbed his temples, as if doing so would ease the pain.

"Master, are you okay?"

Seeing his distressed expression, Gray asked worriedly when he thought of the dying state of El-Melloi II.

She didn't seem to be affected at all. It wasn't because she had a special physique like King Arthur's. It was because when Xia Li resurrected her, she deleted her memory polluted by foreign gods.

After all, she had already lost all her San points and went crazy. With the protection of the holy spear, she should be the last one to be eroded by the outer gods in theory, but in reality she was the one who went crazy.

It was only because she gave up her mental resistance after seeing El-Melloi II's death that she entered a state of madness.

Her will was far less firm than that of Reinis. Although Reinis was dazed for a moment after seeing El-Melloi II's death, she quickly calmed herself down and did not collapse.

"It's nothing... It seems that apart from stomach pain, I have to prepare medicines for headaches."

El-Mello smiled wryly, and made fun of it, comforting Gray with optimism.

"So, what's the situation now?"

El-Mello stood up from the half-lying state, moved his stiff wrists and legs, and the viscous air entered his nasal cavity. He was surprised to realize that he was really alive again.

Because of his extremely rich knowledge of magic, he knew that it was almost impossible to revive a dead person, unless the person being resurrected was not completely dead himself, or was in some special environment.

For example, the inherent enchantment is different from the real world, and the inherent enchantment must be incompatible with the law of reality.

In this way, the person who died inside will be temporarily covered up because of the different laws of the inherent barrier, and the law of reality cannot really confirm whether the person is dead or not.

"Salem...1692..."

El-Melloi II quickly captured the key information, and based on this information, deduced the basis for his resurrection.

No, my head hurts again...

The corner of his mouth was grinning from the pain, as if some force did not allow him to think, and wanted him to let go of his mind and accept the sleep talking from the abyss wholeheartedly.

El-Melloi II probably guessed the magic principle of his resurrection, but even if this possibility exists, it is not something ordinary magicians can do.

The person who achieved this kind of miracle should not be said to be a human, but should be called a god. Only the gods who have been passed down and existed in the age of gods in the records can do this kind of miracle.

"Is it God?"

El-Mello rubbed his forehead again. If those from the Magic Association found out that there was a miracle here, they would be ecstatic, right?
He didn't understand why the high gods would look at him, an insignificant magician, and even send down miracles to revive him.

But at least it can prove that this unknown god should have no malicious intentions for them, which is good news.

When El-Mello looked around again, he was shocked by the shelling crater on the surrounding battlefield, which was even more tragic than the Syrian battlefield.

There is almost no intact land around him, all of them are craters of different sizes, ranging from tens of meters to hundreds of meters.

The entire land has been plowed, revealing the dark yellow deep soil, and the thorns and monsters covering the surface are all melted by the heat of the Holy Lance.

The reason why Gray, who was in a state of madness, bombed indiscriminately was because her desire for revenge was passed on to the holy gun.

The Holy Lance locked the whole of Salem, because the whole of Salem was filled with the power of the Outer Gods, which would continuously produce monsters from the Outer Domain.

Of course, there is also a trace in the center that almost traverses Salem, stretching straight for several kilometers. The crimson beam of the magic sword left a hideous sword mark on the ground.

"What's going on here? Was there a Holy Grail War just now?"

El-Melloi II looked blankly at the scorched earth around him, turned his head and asked the culprit.

In the last Holy Grail War, he knew that there was such a powerful weapon as the Anti-City Noble Phantasm. Saber used this trick to revoke the driver's license of his king Iskandar.

Looking at the tragic traces around, is it that you have liberated the anti-city treasure more than once?Release the treasure so frequently, are you sure you won't drain the master's magic power and turn him into a human?

He knew that his king, Iskandar, couldn't fully exert the full power of the inherent barrier because of his own incompetence, because his small body at the time couldn't bear the consumption of the inherent barrier at all.

Although Mordred released Clarent twice, even if he came back ten times in the summer calendar, he was sure that he would not become a human being, because it had nothing to do with him to make offerings to the servants, he was just a ruthless transit point.

This is what he only realized after he got the Holy Lance. As for the source of the magic power, even with the Holy Lance, he couldn't see it.

"I do not know about this……"

Although he was one of the culprits, Gray also had blank eyes and didn't know what was going on.

Thanks to the indiscriminate bombardment of the holy gun, the surrounding environment is empty, and there is no trace of a monster, so El-Melloi II and Gray are very safe for the time being.

While looking around, El-Melloi II felt an extremely dazzling pure white color suddenly flash in his sight, almost blinding his eyes.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at the pure white, dazzling and majestic city of Camelot that appeared out of nowhere and was located not far from him.He stood there with his mouth wide open.

Where did this illegal building come from?Does Salem have anything in this style? ?
"Master, have you seen it?"

Gray didn't look sideways while pulling the sleeve of La Ermeiro II, her emerald green pupils were wide open.

"I saw..."

El-Melloi II subconsciously responded blankly, and was so shocked by the city of Camelot that he didn't know what to say.

The main reason is that it is too inconsistent, the surroundings are all dark and weird like an abyss, and I am afraid that a tentacle or a ghoul will pop out at any time.

But there is a place that is completely opposite, exuding a sacred and noble atmosphere, as if it is Gensokyo leading people to it in the dark.

"Anyway, let's go and see."

El-Melloi II came back to his senses and exchanged glances with Gray, confirming that the next trip was to visit the City of Camelot.

Instead of going to such a majestic city that obviously exudes a pure atmosphere, can't you turn around and run to the hell where monsters will pop up behind you at any time?

With the help of El-Melloi II's magic and Gray's physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, the two soon came to Camelot's main entrance.

The closer he got, El-Melloi II realized how dazzling this pure white city seemed to be, and the city gate, standing tens of meters high and wide, gave a sense of security.

Standing at the gate of the city was a purple figure, whose powerful magical response was by no means possessed by a magician, and standing around him were dozens of solemn knights in silver armor, holding long spears or large swords in their hands.

Everyone exudes a strong magical aura, some stand motionless at the gate of the city and stand guard like a statue, while others form patrol teams to investigate back and forth.

They are all formed by Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, who are temporarily in charge of Camelot's city defense. Naturally, the summer calendar will not govern the country or the army.

But he didn't have to personally order it. Isn't summoning the knights of the round table just to let him fish comfortably?
Among the summoned knights of the round table, there happens to be one who is good at this, and that is Agguwen, the iron-blooded clerk, who can even torture and interrogate hippopotamuses and speak human words to beg for mercy.

Anyway, Ageguiwen was the assistant civil servant of King Dumao before his death, and he was a voluntary [-] overtime worker, and he has long been familiar with this set.

After Xia Li gave the general direction, the specific details were handed over to Ageguiwen for arrangement. At that time, he patted Ageguiwen on the shoulder and said lightly: I can rest assured that you can handle the matter.

He was taken aback by Agguiwen, although he still looked like a hard-working overtime worker with dead fish eyes, but in his heart he secretly admired Xia Li's magnanimity, there was indeed such a trace of kingly demeanor.

Seeing Lancelot's displeasing Aggie, he naturally took advantage of the rights entrusted to him by the summer calendar without changing his face, and gave Lancelot the task of guarding the city defense.

It is said to be a city defense mission, but in fact, the real meaning is to let Lancelot go to the door, so that he is always dangling in front of him, affecting his mood.

That's right, the reason why Lancelot was at the gate of the city was the result of another workplace exclusion, and Lancelot couldn't say anything, after all, it was a normal military arrangement.

Seeing the appearance of a military forbidden area in front of him, El-Melloi II suddenly froze in place, and secretly said that something was wrong.

But before he could react, the solemn knight on patrol spotted him first, and stopped him with a big sword, and turned back to report to Lancelot.

"There are still two survivors here, Knight Lancelot, do we need to let them enter the Holy City?"

El-Melloi II and Gray listened to what the solemn knight said, and were a little puzzled. After looking at each other, he signaled Gray to relax and don't worry.

At least listening to the words of these soldiers who didn't know who came out with a murderous look, at least they didn't have any malicious intentions.

Lancelot frowned when he heard this, and quickly stepped forward to take a look at El-Melloi II. Without the memory of the last Holy Grail War, he naturally couldn't recognize who the guy in front of him was.

"It seems that there are still some omissions in the Master's order. We have to report and organize a search and rescue team."

Although Lancelot was somewhat sad in the past, the appearance of El-Melloi II made him realize that there are other survivors outside.

His dignity and character as a knight made it impossible for him to sit idly by.

Lancelot?Knights?
El-Melloi II was stunned again. He didn't know if the guy in purple medieval armor in front of him was the legendary Knight of the Round Table.

No one would choose such a silly name as Lancelot, right?

After all, in the legend, Lancelot committed adultery with the queen and betrayed King Arthur. In the summer calendar, it is a treacherous minister, as if someone named Wei Zhongxian or Lai Ai.

"Lancelot, what you said is disrespectful to the king. There is absolutely no problem with the king's arrangement."

Click!Click!
There was a crisp and rhythmic sound of metal collisions, and at this moment a man in shining silver armor, which was different from that of the solemn knight, came out from the gate of Camelot City, and he glanced at Lancelot indifferently.

With light golden broken hair, majestic holding the Wheel of Victory Sword, giving off a sunny Prince Charming aura, it is his subtle dissatisfaction with Lancelot's attitude.

Everyone could tell that the relationship between the two of them was not very good, and the solemn knights around them pretended not to see it. Anyway, it was better for them not to get involved in the affairs between the knights of the round table, and just listen to orders with peace of mind.

"Gao Wenqing, I know you are dissatisfied with me, and I have nothing to argue with."

Lancelot felt Gawain's coldness, but he still took a deep breath and said seriously.

"But you can't stop me from reporting to the Master because of personal grievances, right? As the Knights of the Round Table, if the king makes a mistake, we also have the obligation to advise and remind."

"Lancelot, I'm not trying to stop you, it's just because you're wasting your efforts in doing so, and you'll call back in Aggreven, and the king won't see your advice at all."

Lancelot was stunned when he heard this, his eyes widened and he stared at Gawain in disbelief.

dark!So dark!
He was heartbroken. He didn't expect that his former colleagues of the Knights of the Round Table would actually use public weapons against him for personal grievances, and even secretly suppressed the Master to prevent him from hearing his voice.

This must be the darkest day in the history of the Knights of the Round Table!
"This is because the king said that there are only two survivors left outside, and they will go to the holy city by themselves, so do you understand? Lancelot."

Gawain explained lightly, not paying any attention to Lancelot's gradually collapsed expression.

Lancelot groaned slightly inwardly, complaining a little angrily, and it wasn't because of you guys who pushed me out of the Master's side, such a small matter of verbal confession.

That guy Agguiwen definitely wouldn't tell him, and Tristan was too embarrassed to come out and tell him just because of a word, which made him make a fool of himself here.

El-Melloi II took two steps back silently. He could see that there seemed to be some grievance between the two, and he was afraid that they would be taken away by him in a fight.

He has a grudge against Lancelot, and he looks like a knight...

One of them is called Master and the other is called Wang. What is the name of your boss?Could it be King Arthur?

A conjecture that shocked him for a whole year appeared in the heart of El-Melloi II, and he looked at the pure white magnificent city in front of him, which seemed to have a very medieval style.

Is this the resurrection of Britain and the founding of Salem? ? ? ?
Have you agreed with the beautiful country? ?

(End of this chapter)