Miracle Summoner

Round Table Fortress, Bastion

After being ravaged by the dragon horde, the army of golems, and the soldiers of the Mountain People, this place was not completely destroyed, but it had been reduced to near ruins. Damages were visible everywhere, and flames and thick smoke rose into the sky. It looked as if it had been bombarded, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of ashes.

Rozen and his companions surged out from the underground dungeon, emerging into the burning fortress and gazing ahead.

There, amidst a rolling cloud of dust, an army was advancing toward them.

It was none other than the army formed by the Holy City's Knights.

And at the forefront of this army were three knights exuding an extraordinary aura, charging forward on horseback.

Who else could they be but the Knights of the Round Table?

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The dragons soaring through the air began to roar one after another.

"Boom!"

The golems also gathered behind Rozen and his party, assuming a battle-ready formation.

"Knights of the Holy Land..."

The Mountain People gripped their weapons tightly, their faces full of solemnity and hatred.

"They've appeared after all?"

Artoria (Alter), however, remained calm, staring at the three leading Knights of the Round Table with an emotionless gaze.

"Knights of the Round Table..."

Mash likewise gripped her shield tightly, her expression complex as she looked at the Knights of the Round Table.

Especially upon seeing one particular knight among them, Mash froze momentarily before biting her lip.

Compared to these two, Jeanne (Alter)'s reaction was much more intense.

"They came at just the right time! The debt from last time—I'll settle it with them properly!"

Jeanne (Alter) gritted her teeth in fury.

Clearly, being captured by the Holy Land Knights and imprisoned here had angered her immensely, and she had not forgotten a single bit of it.

Even Hassan of Serenity gripped her kunai-like weapon, moving closer to Rozen with a wary expression.

Only Rozen's eyes swept over the three Knights of the Round Table one by one.

Among the three knights, there were two Rozen had seen before.

The knight on the left was Mordred, galloping furiously with overwhelming emotion.

The knight on the right was Tristan, his red hair flowing elegantly in the wind. His face, however, was devoid of expression, exuding an icy aura that sent chills down one's spine.

But the knight in the center was someone Rozen had not encountered before.

Clad in purple armor, with hair as richly violet as his armor, his face was both handsome and resolute, yet his furrowed brows gave him a perpetually troubled, melancholic look.

On his waist hung a sword that was unmistakably extraordinary.

The blade of the sword bore inscriptions of spirit runes, radiating a glow akin to moonlit lake water, yet its body was pitch-black, like a foreboding cursed blade.

The moment Rozen saw this knight, he instantly deduced the man's true name.

After all, back in the Holy City, Rozen had already learned that the Lion King Artoria had summoned five Knights of the Round Table, one of whom was entrusted with critical external missions.

This was the Knight of the Round Table who upheld justice, revered women, loathed evil, and was idealized as the perfect knight by King Arthur. However, his illicit love affair with the queen led to his estrangement from the king, ultimately bringing about the twilight of Arthurian legend.

"Lancelot..."

The Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, had finally descended.

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Class: Saber

True Name: Lancelot

Alignment: Lawful Good

——Parameters——

Strength: B

Endurance: A

Agility: B

Mana: B

Luck: B+

Noble Phantasm: A++

——Class Skills——

Magic Resistance: B

Possesses resistance against magic, rendering spells requiring incantations of three verses or fewer ineffective. Even in the face of High-Thaumaturgy or Greater Rituals, he is difficult to harm.

Riding: B

Capable of skillfully handling exceptional mounts and vehicles but unable to command Divine or Holy Beasts, including dragons.

——Personal Skills——

Knight of the Lake: A

Raised by the Lady of the Lake as a child, he is often blessed by her favor. When using this skill, though temporary, it enhances one non-luck stat with a "+" modifier, effectively doubling its value.

Under the "Blessing" effect, this skill's potency dramatically increases, adding a "+" modifier to all non-luck stats permanently.

Eternal Arms Mastery: A+

Renowned as a peerless master of martial arts in a bygone era. Due to his seamless integration of mind, body, and skill, he can maintain his full strength even under extreme mental constraints.

Protection of the Spirits: A

Blessed by spirits, this skill grants the ability to avert crises and emerge unscathed during battles that establish military achievements.

Tragic Resolve: —

Empowered by the "Blessing," he is not swayed by righteousness, instead viewing matters from a broader, human perspective.

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Rozen took a closer look at Lancelot's stats.

"It's no wonder he was able to duel the Knight of the Sun from sunrise to sunset without defeat, ultimately turning the tables for a decisive victory."

Rozen gave Lancelot the highest appraisal.

Even Artoria (Alter), upon seeing this former right-hand man, experienced a fleeting ripple of emotion in her gaze.

However, this ripple vanished in less than a second.

Because Lancelot's army had already arrived before them.

"Father!"

Mordred, upon seeing Artoria's cold and ominous figure, was instantly consumed by an explosive surge of emotion, prompting her to charge recklessly.

"Boom!"

An astonishing wave of magical energy erupted as red lightning enveloped Mordred, causing her mount to let out a pained cry before she blasted forward like a cannonball toward Artoria (Alter).

Without hesitation, Mordred launched her assault at the very start.

In response...

"Annoying."

Artoria (Alter) coldly uttered, lifting her holy sword without hesitation.

"Boom!"

A torrent of black light exploded from the sword.

"What…?!"

Mordred was stunned.

There was no helping it.

If Mordred attacked without hesitation, Artoria (Alter) responded in kind by unleashing her strongest Noble Phantasm without hesitation.

Artoria (Alter) activated her Noble Phantasm.

"Excalibur Morgan."

Artoria (Alter) released the true name of the holy sword, slashing it downward as black light erupted.

"Boom——!"

In the next instant, a pillar of black light surged forth from the burning fortress, carving through the earth as if splitting it in two. The ground was evaporated, leaving a striking, ghastly chasm.

The black pillar of light engulfed the Holy Land Knights' army entirely, transforming into a calamitous black disaster. Amidst the deafening roar, it erupted like a volcanic explosion, sending a flood of light cascading skyward.

The black torrent obliterated the approaching enemy forces and ascended into the heavens as a radiant pillar.