In the end, the three human knights, Percival, Galahad, and Bos, also joined in, pledging loyalty to another [King Arthur].
The Goddess nodded with satisfaction, and said pondering:
"Very well, from this moment on, you shall bid farewell to the past, and become the Twelve Knights of the Round Table under my command, executing my will, and completing the [Holy Judgment]!"
"At your command, my King!"
The twelve figures responded in unison.
The phantom images of twelve Holy Lances descended from the sky, merging with the newly birthed twelve Knights of the Round Table.
With the support of the human pillars, the originally dim light of the Holy Lances reignited, and the halted binding process slowly resumed.
Seeing this, the Goddess atop the Pure White Castle raised her right hand slightly, an unmatched radiance descended like a canopy, forcibly opening a path through the chaotic currents surrounding the wind wall.
The tightly shut gates of the Elf City, amidst the heavy creaking sounds, slowly opened.
Regiments of Elf Knights, clad in full armor, wielding swords, shields, bows, and guns, mounted on warhorses with crimson eyes, formed ranks and strode out from the city, standing beneath, calmly standing behind the twelve Elf Round Table Knights, like cold machines awaiting orders.
"Go now, fulfill your mission, and lead the world’s rebirth!"
Accompanied by an indifferent proclamation, the eyes beneath the knight’s faceplates seemed like torches ignited, fervent and blazing.
The flood, as if stirred by a thunderous earthquake, broke through the storm area opened by the path, then split into several streams, surging towards different directions, pouring into the old world that was soon to be destroyed and rebuilt.
Under the forceful violence, under the flood of steel, under the march of soldiers.
All elements will ignite no matter armed or unarmed, no-clad or mourning the loss of a child, once living beings, regardless, amidst debris, dust, or the embers of oblivion.
All will return to void under the radiance, losing meaning.
Armor fills the sky and earth, stars and moon sinking into decline.
Incomprehensible things, intolerable things.
To bring them to ruin, to bring them to decline, judgment stands now.
All sins and wicked outcomes, should be swept away like thunderbolts!
Everything, everything, as fervently wished by our Queen—the Savior.
Everything, everything, whose hands will Heavenly Destiny fall into, awaiting your decision—
For that no longer distant ideal city!
Meanwhile, in the Human Holy Capital—Camelot.
"The fact of the matter is, my Divine War with Him is imminent, to decide the true ruler of Britain, whether you choose to leave or to resist, honestly, our odds are not great, whatever your decision, I shall respect your choice."
Upon the throne cast of silver and iron, Altria Pendragon, returned from the Southern Realm, declared the truth to the remaining eight Knights of the Round Table in the great hall.
The knights exchanged smiles, unanimously choosing to kneel in allegiance.
Altria Pendragon, bearing the title of [Red Dragon] for King Arthur.
Unifying the island’s lords, protected Britain from alien invasion.
Built the White City of Camelot, an ideal monarch.
Trusted by anyone, loved by anyone.
More righteous than anyone, more brilliant than anyone.
Together with the 12 Knights of the Round Table, and numerous cavalry, wielding the Holy Sword, swept away calamities on Earth, forged the glory of Britain.
...Truly, truly, extremely excellent.
——How supreme, this being is a gleam of Destructive Glory!
——How pure white, this city is an ideal realm!
——Its form and shadow are our only belief and redemption!
Even more dazzling and worthy than the ethereal deities!
They’ve never seen such a perfect king!
Since the gods wish to destroy this miracle they have jointly upheld and followed, then, what of raising swords to the skies?!
Everything, everything, for our Queen!
Watching the knights in the hall resolutely choosing to oppose and raise swords against the deities with her, Altria’s heart brimmed with emotion, dispelling her initial self-doubt entirely.
Be it as a human, as a king, or as a god.
I will absolutely not lose to another hollow self!
Altria took a deep breath, took out a golden goblet filled with Divine Liquid from the Magic Circle Diagram, and smiled to the knights:
"Everyone, for the final victory, I shall bestow my blessing upon you here."