The Holy Capital.
For the refugees who had gathered here, this was their hope, the place they longed for, and where their faith was.
In order to be selected to enter the Holy Capital, before the monthly Holy Baptism, they persevered even though they had to live in simple tents and use the limited food and water provided by the solemn knights.
Therefore, the Holy Capital was the ideal home for all the refugees who had gathered here. The Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table had also gained the devout faith of the refugees and were praised by the refugees day and night.
Unfortunately, who would have thought that?
In front of the main gate of the Holy Capital, which symbolized hope, faith, and ideals, hell descended.
Amidst the endless wails, the refugees welcomed the massacre of the solemn knights.
Yes.
Massacre.
There was no other word that could be used to describe the current situation.
The solemn knights brandished their swords mercilessly, slashing down at the refugees who were fleeing in all directions in fear.
"Puchi!" "Puchi!" "Puchi!"
In the blink of an eye, several more people were brutally slashed to the ground. Blood flowed from their bodies and dyed the soil red.
All of this really happened in the blink of an eye.
Because the solemn knights had already surrounded the refugees and immediately drew their swords to slash at the moment the Holy Punishment began, the whole process did not even take a second.
As a result, although hell had not yet expanded, there were still many people who were instantly slashed to the ground and were on the verge of death.
In a hurry, the refugees who were slashed to the ground were lucky enough not to die immediately.
Faced with this situation, the solemn knights just mechanically raised the swords in their hands and were ready to give a fatal blow on the spot.
At this moment, amidst the countless wails and screams, magic power vibrated.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
One by one, the weapons of the solemn knights who were slashing down were all bounced off by invisible shields of telekinesis that had appeared out of nowhere.
Immediately after, the invisible shields of telekinesis suddenly spun.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
With a dull collision sound, the solemn knights were all blasted away by the invisible shields of telekinesis.
The group of refugees immediately let out sorrowful cries and scattered in all directions.
The whole battlefield became extremely chaotic.
On the contrary, the top of the city wall was extremely quiet.
But in this silence, a violent aura was surging.
Rozen had already raised one of his hands and was looking at the battlefield below. He then turned to look at Altoria.
His eyes were filled with cold light.
"What are you guys doing …!?"
Matthew also questioned the people at the round table with a tone of disbelief.
However, whether it was Trystan, Modred or Agwen, all of them looked at him coldly.
Altoria also turned around and looked at Rozen.
His posture did not waver at all.
Obviously, the terrible situation below the city walls was not even worth mentioning to these people.
This made Rozen laugh.
His smile was devoid of any emotion.
"So that's how it is. Is this Saint Baptism?"
As these words came out, a gust of cold wind blew.
"Accepting qualified people into the Holy Capital and punishing those who are not qualified on the spot. This is what you call for humanity, for hope, for the future, Lion King."
Rozen's words were like the calm before the storm, full of depression.
But Altoria was still unmoved.
"There is no future for humanity. The Magic King's ambition is destined to make human history disappear. The world where this singularity is located will collapse, and human reason will also be burned. This is an unshakable result."
Altoria narrated without emotion.
"Since that's the case, before the fated doomsday arrives, isn't it for the sake of humanity, for the sake of hope, and for the sake of the future by keeping the pure and untainted humans in my Holy Capital?"
That's right.
This was Saint Baptism.
The so-called Saint Baptism was to select those who Altoria thought were qualified and let them become the spark of humanity and stay in the Holy Capital.
Altoria believed that there was no hope for humanity and that human history was destined to be destroyed. Therefore, before the fated doomsday arrived, she wanted to save as many humans as possible.
This was the reason why Altoria built the Holy Capital and the reason why she lingered in this singularity.
In other words, this Lion King was not optimistic about humanity and Chaldea, so he was preparing for the worst.
Was this wrong?
This couldn't be said to be wrong.
The problem was …
"Then why did you kill the rest of the refugees? Is this what the noble and noble Knights of the Round Table should do? "
Matthew couldn't help but get angry.
Matthew was indeed furious.
Not only was she angry, but something in her body was also angry. The two superimposed, making Matthew extremely angry.
But Altoria was still the same.
"They are already worthless. Instead of falling like this, it is better to give them mercy."
Altoria's tone didn't change from beginning to end as if she was treating something.
At this moment, everyone understood.
"You … are not King Arthur at all …!"
Matthew trembled.
Rozen had said this before.
But the meaning at that time and now were different.
At that time, Rozen only meant that Altoria had become a goddess and was no longer the Legendary King of Britain.
And now, Matthew was saying that Altoria had even abandoned the past.
The real King Arthur was not such a cruel person.
As the noble King of Knights, the real King Arthur would not treat humans as objects.
No, it should be said that as long as one was a human, one would not treat their own kind as objects.
But the Altoria in front of them was no longer human, but a high and mighty God. Her values had changed. Just like how humans only treated other creatures as animals, Altoria no longer treated humans as beings of equal status.
Therefore, the Altoria in front of them was not King Arthur, nor was she the Knight King, but …
"Lion King …!"
In her anger, Matthew's body suddenly shone with light.
A knight's armor and weapon appeared on Matthew's body. Matthew held the shield and rushed towards Altoria.
If it was in the past, Matthew would not have been so reckless.
However, at this moment, under the control of the intense emotions in her body, Matthew could not rush towards Altoria.
But …
"Dong dong dong …!"
Amidst the melodious sound of the zither, countless invisible blades turned into arrows and swept towards Matthew like a storm.
"Clang clang clang clang clang …!"
On the shield that Matthew had set up, the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out and sparks burst forth.
That was the attack that Trystan had launched.
"How sad." Trystan sighed melancholically and said, "She is clearly receiving the king's hospitality, yet she still shows hostility towards him. For such a person, us Knights of the Round Table can only behead her on the city wall. Ah ah, sad, truly sad."
As he said that, Trystan stroked the zither without hesitation. As his fingers moved the strings, countless invisible arrows turned into a storm and rained down on Matthew.
Matthew could only raise her shield and desperately block the incoming invisible arrows, causing the clashing sounds to ring out on the shield.
At this moment …
"So it's you …!?"
With such a loud shout, a figure flashed in front of Matthew.
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