"My king, we must gather more [Firewood] for you before they do!"
Tristan replied solemnly, his eyes icy.
The present Round Table Knights also nodded, clearly making the same plan.
After all, Altria as a [Human] facing Danu as a [Deity] was naturally at a disadvantage.
Relying on the [World], extracting spirituality from the outside to the maximum extent, was the only possible way to bridge this gap.
Therefore, at the moment, letting the Round Table Knights gather the [Spirituality] of all things to the utmost before those Elf Knights, is Altria’s only chance to win.
Though somewhat cruel, it was also an inevitable choice.
However, Altria shook her head and earnestly replied:
"No! I want you to intercept those Elf Knights and open the gates of Camelot to safely escort refugees to the Holy City. Without my command, no one is to harm them!"
"Why?" Tristan was somewhat perplexed.
"Because we are humans, not beasts!"
Altria took a deep breath and proudly declared,
——:"To regard all things as straw dogs, to treat life as trivial, her actions, I cannot acknowledge, cannot allow!"
——:"It is due to the chivalry of a monarch, the path of knightly honor——"
——:"If my kingdom is destined to be no more than a fleeting dream, it still should shine brightly, upright and dignified! Not surviving by devouring kin, bearing sins to linger on!"
——:"In any case, a king who guards the people and a deity who shelters the nation will never fall to become the fallen ones who ravage this land and harm their own citizens!"
——:"The king with the people, the nation coexisting with the family, united to resist external threats! Such Britain is the Ideal Land we strive for!"
——:"Even as the world changes, it remains eternally!"
——:"This is what Divine Will cannot distort, darkness cannot shake, the brilliance deeply embedded in human hearts!"
——:"Not for personal glory."
——:"But to prove that the patterns engraved by humans on the surface of the stars are miracles that rival the might of deities!"
——:"Therefore, what she sees as weakness, I see as precious!"
——:"What she wants to abandon, I am destined to protect!"
The resounding declaration made the knights suddenly awaken.
Indeed, not losing mercy in hardship, not abandoning responsibility in a deadlock, this is the king they serve, this is the only faith qualified to lead them to the Ideal Land!
"As you command, my king!"
The Round Table Knights knelt in unison, wholeheartedly convinced, then, with fiery faith and lofty ideals, led their Purification Knights out of Camelot to confront those twelve armies of Elf Knights, paving the way into the Holy City for the living.
A golden stream of light descended from the sky, directly colliding with a dazzling blue lake light, the resulting thunderous roar raising a fierce wind, with sand and rocks flying, and hundreds of Elf Knights on both sides were flung away.
The enormous impact force caused Meiluxin to fall off her horse, dragging her legs through two deep trenches on the ground, like a cannonball being blasted nearly a hundred meters away before stopping.
Under the glaring sunlight, the Sun Knight Gao Wen, in silver and white armor, raised the Holy Sword Cavendish in his hand:
"Lancelot, you traitor! Do not think you can desecrate my king’s pure land!"
Accompanied by the piercing friction of air, the golden Sun rose high, a Flame Sword like a sun’s halo carried the power of a thunderbolt, smashing down, the surging burning flames formed a heat that incinerated everything, blasting Meiluxin dozens of miles away.
At the same time, the surrounding Purification Knights burst forth with high fighting spirit, like wound-up fighting machines:
With a solemn roar, over a thousand Purification Knights turned into two sharp blades, constantly weaving and advancing in the Elf Knights’ army, like tigers hunting a flock of sheep, unstoppable.
Similar scenes appeared in different areas.
Under the blessing and protection of the Holy Grail, almost every Round Table Knight fought against the Elf Knights with overwhelming dominance, even battling two or three at a time without losing ground.
That was a power the Elves could not comprehend, called [Faith].
That was a miracle deities could not achieve, called [Humanity].
And with the Round Table Knights and Purification Knights’ fierce fighting, the light curtain supported by the Holy Grail spread outward, pouring golden Divine Liquid into this collapsing world, bringing stability and order.
Survivors who had escaped disaster knelt on the ground with excitement and devotion, grateful for this sacred light, this merciful monarch.
But at this moment, the figures of the master and disciple were no longer seen in Camelot’s Royal Palace.
Meanwhile, in the Elf City.
A beam of compressed golden sword light broke through the pristine marble exterior wall, carving a comet-like brilliant trajectory in the sky.
In the next moment, the fiercely burning sword light exploded open in mid-air, the uncontainable power forming an unstoppable magic power torrent.
Space rapidly twisted accordingly, deafening booms continuously echoed, a massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
With just one sword, the magnificent and tranquil Elf City looked like the scene of a meteor crashing down.
The ground sank, billowing smoke, molten rock flowed freely along the streets, towering buildings collapsed in succession.
Trees, fountains, and even the guards forming this pure land, all were dissolved and torn apart in this blinding light, transformed into basic Spirit Particles.