Summoner of Miracles

Santo.

For the refugees gathered here, this is their hope, their desire for shelter and their faith.

In order to be selected to the Holy City, they persisted even before the once-monthly Holy Battle arrived, living in rudimentary tents with limited food and water provided by the Righteous Knight.

So Saints are the ideal place for all the refugees who come together, the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table, because of their devotional beliefs, they are admired day and night.

Unfortunately, who could have thought of that?

Hell descends in front of the main gates of the Holy City, symbolizing hope, faith and ideals.

In the midst of endless grief, the refugees welcomed the massacre of the Righteous Knights.

Yes, it is.

Massacre.

Apart from this description, there is no second term that can be used to describe the current situation.

The Knights of Sovereignty waved their swords relentlessly and swept down at the frightened and scattered refugees.

“Pfft!” “Pfft!” “Pfft! ”

In the blink of an eye, several more people were brutally cut to the ground, bleeding underneath them and staining the red soil again and again.

This really just happens between blinks.

Because the Sovereign Knight had surrounded the refugees and immediately drew his sword at the very beginning of the holy punishment, and the whole process was less than a second.

So many people were instantly cut to the ground, dying, even though hell had not spread.

Between haste and haste, the decapitated refugees were fortunate enough not to die immediately.

For this situation, the Righteous Knights only mechanically raised the sword in their hands and were ready to take a fatal blow.

At this moment, in countless screams of sorrow, the magic shook.

“Heh!” “Heh!” “Psst! ”

The weapons of a sword-wielding Knight of Righteousness were all bounced off by an invisible shield of mindfulness that appeared sometime ago.

Immediately afterwards, the shield of invisible mindset turned.

Boom! Boom! ”“ Boom! ”

With the sound of a dull collision, the Knights of Righteousness were all swept away by an invisible shield of mindfulness.

The refugees immediately fled in mourning.

The whole battlefield has become a mayhem.

On the contrary, above the walls, there is immense silence.

But in silence, a fierce aura was pouring.

Luo Zhen had raised one hand and looked down at the battlefield, his eyes turned to Altoria beside him.

In my eyes, it's all cold.

“What are you guys doing...? ”

Matthew also questioned the round tables in an unbelievable tone.

It's just that whether it's Tristan, Mordred or Ag specs, they're cold eyed.

Altoria also turned her head and looked at Rosen.

The figure is not shaken at all.

Obviously, the tragic situation beneath the walls is not worth mentioning at all to these people.

That made Ro laugh.

Smiling without any emotion.

“So this is Saint Bartholomew? ”

With the passage of this sentence came a chill blow.

“Admitting qualified people to the Holy City, sanctioning unqualified people on the spot, that's what you call it, for humanity, for hope, for the future, Lion King. ”

Luo Jin's words are like the tranquility before the storm, full of depression.

But Altoria remained motionless.

“There is no future for mankind, and the ambitions of the Magic King are doomed to extinguish the ashes of mankind. The world in which this peculiarity lies will collapse, and human reason will also be burned, as an unshakable result. ”

Altoria describes it without any emotion.

“In that case, will it not be for humanity, for hope and for the future, to put innocent human beings in my holy capital and leave a spark for them before the end of their destiny arrives? ”

That's right.

That's Saint Bartholomew.

The so-called Sacred Battle is to elect those who Artoria thinks are qualified to be sparks of humanity and remain in the Holy City.

Artoria believes that there is no hope for humankind, and that human history is doomed to destruction, so she must preserve as much as possible a part of humankind before the doomsday comes.

This is why Altoria founded the Holy City and why it wandered within this particular point.

In a nutshell, this lion king doesn't care about humans, doesn't care about charades, and is therefore planning the worst.

Is that wrong?

That's not true.

The problem is...

“Then why did you kill the rest of the refugees? Is this what a noble and noble knight of the round table should do? ”

Matthew couldn't help but get angry.

Matthew was really angry.

Not only am I very angry, but one of its beings is equally angry, overlapping, making Matthew's anger incredibly intense.

But Altoria still looks like that.

“Rather than be so corrupt, they should be merciful. ”

Altoria's tone has never changed, as if she were dealing with something.

At this moment, everyone understands.

“You... are not King Arthur at all...! ”

Matthew trembled.

Rojin said the same thing before.

But it didn't mean the same thing.

At that time, Rojin was merely saying that Altoria had deified into a goddess and was no longer the legendary king of Britain.

And now, Matthew is saying that Altoria has abandoned even the past.

The true King Arthur was never such a cruel man.

As a noble Knight King, a true King Arthur does not treat humans as objects.

No, it should be said that as long as you are human, you will not treat your own people as objects.

But Artoria is no longer a human being, but a higher god, and values have changed, just as human beings see other creatures as animals, and Artoria no longer sees human beings as life of equal status.

So Artoria in front of us is not King Arthur, not the Knight King, but...

“Lion King...! ”

Matthew glowed in anger.

The knightly armor and armor appeared on Matthew, holding his shield and rushing towards Altoria.

Matthew would never have been so reckless if it had been in the past.

At this moment, however, under intense emotional control, Matthew is unable to rush towards Altoria on his own.

It's just...

“Knock, knock, knock...! ”

In a gleaming sound, the invisible blade turned into an arrow, like a storm, scratching towards Matthew.

“Bell, bell...! ”

On the shield that Matthew erected, a burst of gold and iron broke out, and Mars erupted with it.

That was Tristan's attack.

“So sad.” Tristan sighed sadly, "I was greeted by the king but showed hostility to him. For such a man, I waited for the knight of the round table to cut him above the walls of the city. Ah, sadness, it's sad. ”

So Tristan didn't hesitate to play the violin, and as his fingers played the strings, invisible arrows turned into heavy rain and spilled on Matthew.

Matthew could only erect a shield, trying desperately to stop the intangible shooting of the attack, so that the sound of the interaction would sound fiercely on the shield.

At this time...

“Is that you...? ”

In such a cry, a figure appeared in front of Matthew.