Chapter 77: The Truth

A meteor streaked across the night sky, its green etheric radiance gradually dissipating over the village of the Mountain Folk.

In the Servant roster, the card belonging to Arash had shattered completely into ash, unable to be selected ever again.

In the Shark Stream Room, PD stared at the screen, his eyes rimmed with red, his fingers trembling slightly.

He did not shout or make a scene as he usually did; instead, he silently changed his account signature to a simple sentence:

"Good night, Great Hero."

The entire Blue Star gaming community, after experiencing a night of tears and shock, welcomed an unprecedented sense of solemnity and determination.

Countless players wiped away their tears and put their VR headsets back on.

They were no longer doing it for so-called completion rewards, but carried a heavy sense of duty, swearing to trample down that lofty Chalk City.

The path to survival, bought at the cost of the Great Hero's body and soul, would not be squandered.

Deep in the desert, at the highest point of the Great Temple, following the decree of the Pharaoh, the temple's magical energy was completely overdrawn.

A "Dendera Great Electric Bulb" capable of piercing through the continent, carrying the supreme majesty of the Sun King, crossed hundreds of kilometers of desert and slammed fiercely into the indestructible outer walls of the Holy City of Camelot!

Boom!

The absolute defense, which even gods found hard to shake, collapsed with a roar under the divine punishment of the Sun King, leaving a massive breach.

The horn of counterattack had officially sounded!

Under the cover of the surviving Hassans, who charged forward one after another, and with the silent yet resolute blade of the Silver-Armed Knight Bedivere leading the way.

The Blue Star players, eyes red with fury, faced the resistance of the Knights of the Round Table and fought their way, step by step, through the pure white streets.

Finally, they stepped into the deepest part of the Holy City.

It was a grand, solemn, yet heart-wrenchingly empty hall.

There were no luxurious decorations, no heavily armed guards, only ninety-nine steps of pure white jade, and a solitary throne at the end of them.

A woman holding a massive spiral Holy Spear, clad in silver-white armor, possessing radiant golden hair and stunning beauty, sat upon the throne.

That was the former King Arthur, now an existence completely transformed into a god—[Lion King]. (Goddess Rhongomyniad)

Belle looked up in her VR perspective, gazing at the ultimate source of this Singularity.

The other's emerald eyes were like two bottomless pools of stagnant water, quietly looking down at the battered protagonist group below, devoid of even a shred of human warmth, as if looking at a group of insignificant specks of dust.

"We finally meet, Magus of Chaldea."

The Lion King's voice was ethereal and majestic, echoing slowly throughout the hall, carrying an oppressive weight that brooked no desecration.

"Why must you do this?!"

Mash held up her cross-shaped shield, her voice filled with irrepressible grief and indignation, "The Holy Selection was not to save people at all; the Knights of the Round Table are slaughtering defenseless refugees outside the city gates! Is this also your royal command?!"

Facing the accusation, the Lion King did not even frown.

"That was to filter out pure souls within a limited capacity. The slaughter is merely a necessary process of discarding useless impurities."

She slowly stood up, the Holy Spear in her hand emitting a blinding radiance, and walked down the jade steps, one step at a time.

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