Tomorrow's Ark Full of Heroic Spirits

Proud knights will not submit to a weak king, and a king who cannot sustain himself from the blade and gaze of battle-hardened knights cannot rule Casimir.

This is the test of the king's loyalty to the knights; it is also the test of the knights to the king. Only the king who walks under the blade without changing his face can become the king of the knights' allegiance.

At this moment, although countless civilians and knights knelt down with their heads bowed, they were also secretly paying attention to whether this King Arthur was the same knight king as in the book, or was it a vain lie.

"...Does this ceremony require me to face the blade?"

At this moment, Artoria, who was riding on her beloved horse, had inner doubts about this ceremony. The ceremony of welcoming the king in Britain is similar to this, but there is no tradition of walking under the blade of a sword.

However, although Arturia was puzzled in her heart, she was not afraid, and rode her beloved horse forward step by step.

Every time Artoria came in front of the sword blades of the two knights, the two silver spear celestial horses would silently raise the blades slightly, allowing Arturia on horseback to pass through, and then put them away. own blade.

A total of 49 sets of obstacles, Arturia maintained the aura of the king without changing her face, and passed one by one, and at the end of the red carpet, the grand master Luoletta, wearing a dress and a medal, was there meet.

"-Meet Your Royal Highness, King Arthur, long live my king." Looletta respectfully performed an ancient knight's salute to the dismounted Artoria, and said softly:

"The current Grand Master of the Knights, Luoleta pays a visit to His Highness. The ceremony is over, and all the plans for the imperial contest have been completed. Please accept it from my king."

"Excuse me, Sir Looletta."

Artoria got off the horse, supported Looletta with both hands, stared at the aged knight master with meritorious service in front of her, and said with a slight smile:

"Knights are able to continue to prevail in this era, thanks to Qing's contribution, and Qing is worthy of the title of master."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Artoria's simple words made the Grand Master's eyes well up with tears. After wiping the tears with her handkerchief, she stepped aside and faced Arturia said:

"Your Highness, please!"

Led by Looletta, Arturia and her team came to the arena—this place is no longer an arena, it is now a place for imperial contests, and it is no longer the so-called arena where knights are treated as playthings .

As soon as Artoria came here, she found that the stands were already full of people, not only knights, dignitaries of Casimir, but also many foreign ambassadors who came to Casimir...

When Artoria came to the scene, the foreign ambassadors were talking a lot, lowering their heads and whispering:

"Is this King Arthur?"

"Why is it a woman?"

"Isn't it a counterfeit? Casimir's heroic spirit is a woman?"

"Those knights of the round table are not embroidered pillows, are they? Are they good-looking or not?"

The conversations of the foreign ambassadors were all heard by the dignitaries and knights of Casimir around them. Some echoed, but most of them were angry.

"These bastards, when the imperial contest is over, I will tear the mouths of these sympathetic dignitaries and foreign ambassadors."

In the stands, the plastic knight who lost the duel with Mordred said angrily, and beside the left-handed knight were Maria and Zofia from the Linguang family.

Zofia raised her eyebrows, and asked rather strangely: "How do I remember that you are a lackey of the Merchant Federation? How did you suddenly become a firm supporter of the king?"

"I'm not in the mood to quarrel with you now, Zofia, do you think I'm willing to be a lackey for those merchants? My wife and children are under their restraint?"

The plastic knight glanced at Zofia with contempt, and then said: "Don't think that you are extremely honored to have a Knight of the Round Table from Linguang's family. After all, you Whipblade Knight also set foot in business and violated the tradition of knights."

"What did you say?!"

"Auntie, don't argue here... This is a martial arts competition before the imperial court."

Maria on the side also felt a big headache watching this situation, and beside her, Ceobe was still eating honey cakes, while looking for Mordred's figure.

Sure enough, Ceobe was at the end of the Knights of the Round Table until he saw Mordred's figure - this time Mordred did not refuse to come together, after all, she was also a Knight of the Round Table.

"Mo—"

"Everyone, I am Arturia Pendragon, King of Britain, King of Knights."

However, just when Ceobe wanted to call Mordred, Artoria's sudden opening made everyone subconsciously quiet at this moment.Even Ceobe shut up immediately when Artoria spoke, not daring to interrupt Artoria when she was speaking.

This is the aura of being a king, no one can offend the majesty of the king.

"This is an imperial contest under my watchful eyes. The performance of the knights will determine the candidates for the remaining [-] knights of the round table. Here, I am happy to witness with you."

"You brave knights, show your superb martial arts under the watchful eyes of me and my knights of the round table. I will watch here until the afterglow of the sun sets today."

Saying so, Arturia walked towards the high platform with the Knights of the Round Table, and sat on the high platform transformed from the commentary platform under everyone's gaze.

It wasn't until Artoria sat down that the auditorium recovered its sound.On the side, Zofia patted her chest with a raised voice, and said with lingering fear:

"Scared me to death... Is this the aura of King Arthur? I dare not even look at her..."

"——This kind of king is worthy of ruling Casimir and going to the glory of the past!" The plastic knight, the new king chef, was extremely fanatical, and said excitedly: "It's a pity that I am not good at it. This time the imperial competition... I'm not eligible to play."

"The left-handed knight has also signed up for this imperial tournament, and the blood knight and black knight are not far behind. I believe they have the ability to become the new knights of the round table."

Zofia said the same thing at the side, but then sighed, looking at her injured arm, she couldn't help muttering to herself:

"It's a pity I didn't expect this day... If my arm didn't hurt..."

On the other side, Maria, who retired before her debut, didn't say anything. She kept looking at Artoria on the high platform—that looks exactly like Lily, but she had lost her smile and completely became a king.

"Lily...is this the price of becoming a king..."

Maria muttered to herself, but at this moment, Lily was not by her side, and no one could answer her question.

"The first contestant is here!"

And at this moment, with a shout, the first knight came to the scene, but everyone was familiar with this figure - in the previous duel with Mordred, he lost and was humiliated by Mordred The Nightmare Knight.

"I am the last Keshe! Tola!"

The Nightmare Knight appeared in the center of the arena, pointed to where Arturia and the others were above, and shouted loudly:

"In the name of the warriors of the Khan! I challenge you! Knights of the Round Table and King Arthur! Accept the pilgrimage duel of the warriors from the grassland!"

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"Nightmare Knight? Why is it him again?"

However, just as the Nightmare Knight entered the stage, there was a burst of noise from the audience.The strength of the Nightmare Knight, one of the few existences who could compete with Mordred for a short time, is obvious to all.

At the same time, everyone knows that Nightmare Knight was humiliated by Mordred during the battle in the arena. Since then, no one has seen Nightmare Knight—everyone thought he had left Casimir, I didn't expect that this time, he would appear on the stage of the imperial competition again.

But this time, it was different from the arena where the strong were worshiped. This time the Nightmare Knight's appearance was not greeted with cheers and encouragement, but contempt and anger.

"Qi Xue of the grassland! You are in front of King Arthur!"

"The barbarians of the grassland get out!"

"The defeated general dares to be arrogant?! Are you also worthy of fighting against the Knights of the Round Table?"

The audience in the auditorium showed different admiration for the Nightmare Knight in the arena. Instead, they booed him. Some even started throwing garbage down the stage to make the Nightmare Knight leave the stage of the imperial tournament.

The reason is simple, the nature of the contest has changed now.It is no longer an arena where knights are enslaved to watch a play, but a jousting under the watchful eyes of the king. Such a place is a symbol of honor—at least the people of Casimir think so.

Such a place was suddenly disturbed by an outside prairie knight, and in addition to Mordred's previous match with Nightmare Knight, everyone thought there was a feud between the two sides, so naturally they didn't like Nightmare Knight even more.

In fact, if Emiya were present at the scene, they would definitely say that they were overthinking - what kind of hatred could there be between a Khan's imperial guard based on Mongolia and a country based on Poland?

But this knowledge is not shareable, so no one else knows it.

"Quiet."

Artoria's soft words made the whole place quiet, and then she looked condescendingly at the Nightmare Knight who was unmoved by the audience, and said lightly:

"The Knights of the Round Table are not afraid of any challenges. Since you want to challenge the Knights of the Round Table, then we accept."

Saying this, Arturia looked at every knight of the round table. Lancelot and Gawain were full of fighting spirit, and they asked for the battle separately: "My king, I am willing to go!"

"Why go to war? I can bring the victory to my king." Tristan said softly, and played his own piano softly.

However, Artoria's eyes bypassed her three brave and skilled knights, and turned to a knight who had been silent all the time.

"Lord Bedivere."

"—Yes, my king."

Tall but not strong, the one-armed knight like a nobleman slowly stood up. Artoria looked at him with encouraging eyes and said, "Bring me the victory."

"Yes, I will definitely bring victory to my king!"

Bedivere seemed to have a gentle personality, but he didn't hesitate when he heard that he was needed to fight. He raised his long sword and jumped down from a high place, coming in front of the Nightmare Knight.

"Knights of the Round Table, Bedivere, please enlighten me."

"—King Arthur! Are you insulting me?! Insulting me, a warrior from the prairie?!"

However, when the Nightmare Knight saw that his opponent was not Chief Lancelot, nor the Sun Knight Gawain, but Bedivere, he yelled at Arturia on the height:

"You actually let a disabled steward knight of yours fight against me! Are you knights of the round table empty?!"

"Is it an insult? Let's talk about it after you defeat Lord Bedivere." However, Artoria ignored the Nightmare Knight's clamor and sat back in her seat.

At this moment, on the other side, the figures of the Blood Knight and the Black Knight descended suddenly from the auditorium. These two brave and skilled champion knights stepped forward one after another, not to be outdone.

"Blood Knight Dicaiopolis! Challenge the knights of the round table from ancient times!"

The Blood Knight in the blood-red armor couldn't hide his excitement and said: "The Yao Knight has already received the title of honor! I will not fall under the Yao Knight!"

"Hahaha! It looks like a knight full of fighting spirit!" Gawain seemed to be very optimistic about the blood knight when he saw this, and said softly: "Then let me learn!"

"Sun Knight Gawain—it's my honor to fight you!" Seeing that it was Gawain, the blood knight raised his weapon excitedly and solemnly.

On the other side, the black knight finally opened his eyes, and said lightly:

"Casimir's three consecutive major championships, Black Knight, Mace."

"Although I have a job in Karan for the time being, if the Bright Knight and the Blood Knight have seats, out of my own reputation, I have to prove my strength."

Saying so, Mace looked at the knights of the round table on the high place, and said coldly: "Let me experience the strength of the knights of the round table!"

"It's a strong female knight with a strong fighting spirit...it's really rare." Lancelot was quite surprised when he saw this, but he made sure not to go forward.

"Mr. Tristan, my old friend, I might as well leave this to you."

"...That's what I mean." Tristan also smiled, and then jumped down from the high platform.

At this moment, there are already three battle areas.And the only Knights of the Round Table who can play beside Artoria is Lancelot.

Lancelot knew very well that he was going to fight against Mordred. With his strength, Mordred had no chance of winning at all. His purpose was to crush Mordred and attack Artoria. Opportunity.

At this moment, Lancelot's pupils also collided with Mordred's figure hidden below.Lancelot subconsciously held his sword, ready to fight at any time.

And at this moment, an unexpected voice suddenly came from below.

"—Mr. Lancelot, please fight me!"

At some point, a figure with a heavy shield in his hand descended. The fully armed Mash came to the center of the arena for some unknown purpose, and said to Lancelot above with a serious face.

"Galahad—no! Mash?! Why are you here?"

Lancelot was stunned, this was very different from what was planned!Shouldn't Mash be by the Master's side?Why did it appear in the Imperial Tournament?

Lancelot looked bewildered, subconsciously looking for traces of Emiya, but Emiya was not there at all, where could he find it?

How is this going?Didn't he say he should fight Mordred?

"Mr. Lancelot, please fight me!"

However, under the stage, Matthew's urging voice came again.Lancelot's head turned like a gear that had been in disrepair for years, and it was only then that he saw the "kind" expression on Matthew's face at the moment.

But Lancelot shuddered for no reason. At this moment, he had already felt Matthew's determination.

——She has already made up her mind to take advantage of this time to have a good exchange of feelings with his father.

I don't know why...but if this is the Master's decision...

"...My king?" Lancelot cautiously asked Artoria beside him.

"——Go, Sir Lancelot." Artoria also had a slightly strange expression on her face. Regarding this sudden change, she also sighed at this moment, and said to Lancelot:

"However, you still have to be serious about what you do. After all, this is your own housework."

Lancelot: "..."

My king, you shouldn't have said this to me, you should have told Matthew...

However, Lancelot, who is a father, has no other choice. His daughter is determined to beat him as a father. What can he do?What's more, the Master also acquiesced to Mash's behavior.

With this thought in mind, Lancelot suddenly fell from the high platform with the mentality of "the wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone", raised his sword, and faced Mash.

"—No matter what the outcome is, the honor belongs to my king!" Lancelot said with an expression no better than crying, and he didn't even expect to win.

I just hope that Matthew can be more lenient. As a father, he still needs to have some dignity.

Chapter 158: The second challenge, the imperial contest

"His Royal Highness King Arthur has arrived—!"