Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Now, it was time for the other to fulfill his end of the wager.

Though the sky appeared empty, a booming laughter suddenly echoed through it.

"Hahaha, as the last Master of humanity, you've got some skill, boy, managing to cut through the Knights of the Round and force the Lion King to reveal the Tower of the End!"

The voice, all too familiar, was filled with lofty arrogance yet also a strange eagerness. "Well, well, it seems I must grant the reward we agreed upon!"

This voice belonged to none other than the Sun King Ramesses II, separated by an immeasurable distance.

Seated in his grand temple, his face was alight with mirth.

He laughed so hard his head nearly toppled off.

"Come, channel all the magical energy meant to counter the defenses of the Holy City into the Great Lightbulb!"

Ramesses II roared with laughter. "Hmph, Lion King, surely you haven't forgotten about me?"

"While constructing the Tower of the End, you cannot unleash the Light of Judgment!"

"Open the eyes of the Great Temple! Dendera Electric Bulb, activate!"

Zzzzt—

At the pinnacle of the pyramid-shaped temple, dazzling blue arcs of electricity erupted.

Countless bolts of lightning converged madly, transforming the spire into a miniature blue sun.

BOOM!

A breathtaking beam of light shot straight from the temple's apex, traversing the vast distance between them to strike mercilessly at the Holy City's defensive barrier.

The once-impenetrable shield of the Holy Lance trembled violently under the assault!

Yet, it did not break.

"Though you have ascended to the level of a goddess, I am the Pharaoh, and the Pharaoh is me! Let me show you just how much greater a Divine King is than you!"

Ramesses II laughed uproariously. "Come, convert half of my Spirit Origin into magical energy and pour it all in! Your Holy City's defenses will crumble like toilet paper!"

"Great Lightbulb Dendera, awaken!"

His form began to fade gradually.

As a Heroic Spirit, converting his Spirit Origin—equivalent to his soul—into magical energy meant his imminent disappearance!

Countless spectators marveled—

-[The Sun King's attack is truly incredible!]

-[The Sun King is beyond cool! Even facing the true deity, the Lion King, his majesty remains undiminished!]

-[Even converting your Spirit Origin into magical energy—and you still claim you're not helping Emiya the Great protect humanity?]

-[The tsundere Sun King, love it!]

...

"Hmph, how could I, the great Pharaoh, be moved by a mere Master? It was merely to oppose the Lion King."

Ramesses II watched the scene in the video and calmly refuted the claim.

"But, Pharaoh, you sacrificed your own Spirit Origin to convert it into magical energy!" Nitocris timidly interjected.

"Tch, opposing the Lion King—can that even be called helping someone else?"

Ramesses II shot her a glance. "I am the one and only Pharaoh, the sole Divine King of heaven and earth!"

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, Pharaoh!"

Nitocris didn't argue further.

This overwhelmingly domineering Pharaoh would never admit it.

Even though he was clearly adored by children and loved them dearly.

A massive tsundere Sun King!

She quietly continued watching the video.

On the screen—

The devastating attack unleashed by burning the Sun King's Spirit Origin finally shattered the Holy City's defensive barrier.

At the same time—

The tip of the Holy Lance erupted with a blinding golden radiance.

The Holy Judgment descended once more!

Under the terrifying divine punishment, she saw her on-screen self desperately blocking the Holy Judgment with the Nether Mirror Tome, only for it to shatter instantly under the overwhelming force.

A scream of agony tore from her throat—

How could anyone easily withstand the Holy Lance, the very weapon that required Arash to sacrifice himself to counter with his ultimate arrow?

The memories flooded back, and she couldn't suppress a pained groan as the searing, annihilating force scorched through her.

Under the worried gazes of everyone—

The Sun King, whose body was already fading and on the verge of vanishing completely, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Lion King! You may have won the Noble Phantasm clash, but it was only a draw! The strike aimed at my head was your greatest flaw—my Noble Phantasm still stands!"

Ramesses II unleashed his full might.

"Divine punishment? That's not enough! Witness the power of my tomb!"

"Solar obelisks, colossal monoliths, the pyramid that governs the cosmos! My infinite radiance—the sun descends upon this earth! Fall now—"

[Ramesseum Tentyris!]

Huuuum—

To everyone's disbelief, an enormous vortex suddenly swirled into existence above the Holy City of Camelot.

From within the vortex emerged a pyramid wreathed in boundless majesty.

Simultaneously, the earth itself trembled violently as another impossibly massive pyramid rose from the ground.

The towering spires of the two unimaginably vast pyramids converged, colliding with cataclysmic force—centered on the Tower at the End within Camelot.

BOOM!

Under this apocalyptic impact—

The radiant Tower at the End crumbled and shattered in a frenzy of destruction!

Ramesses II's body rapidly disintegrated, yet he laughed heartily.

"Master of Chaldea! I have shattered the Tower at the End! Now, I shall take my rest. Show me whether you can defeat her!"

With those words, his entire body shattered like broken glass, exploding into fragments before dissipating completely!

Nameless cried out in shock: "The—Sun—King—!"

At the same time,

Countless viewers were also exclaiming—

-[The Sun King was truly a great hero!]

-[He claimed not to care about the world's destruction, yet he still sacrificed himself to protect humanity!]

-[Two pyramids colliding head-on—that was insane!]

-[The Holy City's defenses are broken, the Tower at the End is destroyed—now only the final boss remains!]

-[Even the self-proclaimed God-King Ramesses II couldn't defeat them—can Nameless really do it?]

...

Under the gaze of all,

The gates of the Holy City had fully opened.

The last knight standing in their way appeared—Agravain.

He was the only knight who could directly approach the King.

Truly the Lion King's most trusted confidant.

Lancelot strode forward: "Agravain, surrender. Both of us are traitors—don't continue aiding this evil! That isn't King Arthur, but a wraith!"

"Well said, taking the initiative to persuade surrender—very spirited. Mash, praise him a little," Nameless said with a smile.

The former Round Table Knight, who had just surrendered to them, was now helping convince another to yield.

Was this the power of a beloved daughter?

At his request, Mash looked at Agravain and shouted: "You rotten parasite! Who would've thought you could stoop this low, Dad!"

"Ah—don't call me that!"

Lancelot shuddered violently, his entire body trembling.

This reaction was even stronger than when he faced the Lion King's might!

Faced with their condemnation,

Agravain suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha! We're not the same. My only goal is to ensure Britain's survival!"

"You've truly gone mad under Morgan's teachings!" Nameless sighed.

"It's not me who's mad—it's my mother, Morgan! She kept ranting about becoming Britain's king, consumed by jealousy toward King Arthur."

Agravain laughed until tears streamed down his face. "I grew up in that resentment—just a tool to steal King Arthur's throne!"

A tool…

Mordred watched with mixed emotions, suddenly feeling an urge to bond with him.

They weren't just similar—

They were exactly the same!

"A tool is fine. I just want Britain to survive, so I used King Arthur!"

Agravain sneered at them. "Who sits on the throne means nothing to me! Compared to my mother Morgan, King Arthur was far easier to manipulate!"

These words stunned countless viewers—an earth-shattering revelation.

A knight of the Round Table, openly admitting he treated the King as a puppet!

Then,

The knight dropped another bombshell: "Haha, I despise women more than anything! Even the so-called pure Queen Guinevere—you defiled and stole her, making you the first man I ever hated!"

Everyone turned their eyes toward the Knight of the Lake.

This was the Round Table's greatest scandal.

The spark that led to its downfall.

Mash made a disgusted expression, "You really are scum—Dad~"

"Ahhh, don't look at me like that!"

Lancelot clutched his chest and staggered back.

The girl's look of utter disdain, as if he were a cockroach, hurt him more than a sword through the heart.

At that moment.

Agravain's aura surged violently as he glared at the group, "Come then! I will never allow you to obstruct Britain's continuation!"

He activated the Mad Enhancement skill used on the Knights of the Round on himself.

Burning his life to unleash his strongest combat power.

"Then, let me be the one to defeat you!" Nameless stepped forward.

"I absolutely cannot lose!"

Agravain roared as he charged forward.

However.

Just as he launched his attack, Nameless's figure blurred and vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Agravain.

His dagger flashed across Agravain's throat as he spoke with quiet sorrow, "You did nothing wrong. The fault lies with this world—and I will be the one to fix it!"

"I haven't lost yet... There's still more to do..."

Thud!

He collapsed heavily to the ground.

The last resisting Knight of the Round,

Fallen!

The barrage of comments exploded instantly—

-[Ah, another tragic soul who only wished to preserve Britain...]

-[This proves parents really need qualifications—the impact on children is too severe otherwise!]

-[Agravain, Mordred, Gawain... Morgan single-handedly birthed half the Round Table!]

-[I'm getting more and more curious—how will the real Knights of the Round react to this video?]

-[Tsk, public exposure of black history—this is an execution!]

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