"Woo …! Ah …! "
Watching the incomparably heroic posture of the Pansy Silver Knight shuttling back and forth through the bombardment of light, even though he was covered with cuts and bruises, he still desperately rushed in her direction. Altoria's hands held her head and uttered a painful cry.
There was no other way.
With Bedivere's heroic loyalty, Altoria's memory suffered an unprecedented impact, which made her head hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.
All kinds of memories poured into Altoria's mind, causing all kinds of scenes to emerge one after another.
Among them, there was the scene of the girl, who had just grown up and had yet to become a king, constantly practicing sword skills in order to hone herself.
Among them, there was the scene of the girl, who had already pulled out the Stone Sword and became a king, meeting with the Knights of the Round Table.
Later, the girl grew into a qualified king, leading Britain, constantly charging on the battlefield, winning victory after victory.
Then, with the breaking of the Round Table, the kingdom was destroyed. The girl, bathed in blood, knelt on the corpse-strewn sword mound.
All of these poured into Altoria's mind.
Then, the figure of a knight continued to appear in these memories.
When the girl, as a young king, swept across the battlefield, he followed her.
When the girl, as the Knight King, sat on the throne, he followed her.
When the girl went in and out of the palace, he followed her.
When the girl stood on the wall and looked at the country, the knight followed her around, always guarding her.
He was King Arthur's first and last knight. He was loyal and devoted. Even though he was weaker than the other Knights of the Round Table, he had always been by the king's side. He had watched her ascend the throne and witnessed her death. He was the one who had truly watched over King Arthur from beginning to end.
Such an important existence …
"Why did I forget before …!"
Even now, Altoria still couldn't remember the other's name. She only remembered his appearance and figure, which overlapped with the Pansy Silver Knight who was rushing toward her.
The other party was neither a follower nor a hero. He was just an undead who had been looking for her for 1500 years in order to return the holy sword that she had abandoned.
Such loyalty, such benevolence, had completely shaken Altoria's divinity.
But …
But …
"I will never accept that sword again!"
That's right.
Never.
If she accepted the sword, then she would no longer be the Lord of the End, and she would no longer be the manager of the Sacred Spear. The Tinder Project would completely collapse, and everything about Altoria would disappear.
This was a matter of existence itself, and Altoria could not be swayed.
So …
"You can disappear along with that sword! Pitiful knight who disturbs my divinity! "
Altoria's divine aura surged as she raised the holy spear.
The Sacred Spear shone with a blinding radiance.
No, it wasn't just the Holy Spear. Even Don Stellan, who was being ridden by Altoria, let out a long hiss, and his entire body blossomed with a bright radiance.
That was the light of Holy Grail.
Altoria exerted all the power in her body in an instant, gathering all the light on her sacred spear.
"My spear, the phosphorescence of the stars, the radiance of the end, shine!"
Altoria shouted.
"Rhongomyniad!"
Altoria finally released the true name of the Sacred Spear.
"Boom!"
In the next moment, as Altoria thrust the Sacred Spear in her hand, a dazzling beam of light bloomed, turning into a star anchor that could evaporate everything, and violently shot toward Bedivere's direction.
Under the dazzling beam of light, everything that came into contact with it was crushed cleanly. Even the ground that was just grazed by the beam of light was blasted apart by an invisible storm hammer. Along with the beam of light, the ground continuously exploded, raising countless gravel and debris. Wherever the beam of light passed, the ground would be plowed into a deep ravine.
Bedivere, covered in blood, rushed forward. It looked like he was ready to take the initiative to rush into the star pillar. His figure looked so small and miserable.
"Mr. Bedivere!"
Matthew's voice sounded like a sad cry.
"Ugh …!"
In the end, Artoria could not hold it in any longer and took a step forward.
"Be careful!"
Everyone in Chaldea screamed with their eyes wide open.
Rozen was the only exception. Golden light flashed across his eyes and the wings on his back abruptly expanded, causing the spiritual energy coming out from his body to grow stronger and shake the entire World's End.
With astonishing speed, Rozen chanted the mantra of subduing that the God of War Pishamen wished for.
At this moment, the blessing of the God of War, which was triggered by ten times the output of high-level magic power, fell on Bedivere's body.
The ten fingers of Rozen's hands linked together, forming a military god seal. Ten dazzling and gorgeous magic lines interweaved into a huge seal, which then swept out and imprinted itself on Bedivere's body.
In an instant, Bedivere's God of War's blessing was pushed to the limit.
"Go! Bedivere! "
So Rozen also loudly shouted.
This made Bedivere roar out loud.
"Devour my soul and gallop! Holy Sword! "
The Holy Sword in Bedivere's hand suddenly bloomed with light that was not inferior to that of the Holy Lance.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh — —!"
Bedivere loudly shouted, leaped up, and then brandished the dazzling holy sword toward the incoming beam of light.
"Crackle, crackle …!"
In the burning sound of his soul and body, Bedivere's soul and body were finally exhausted.
Bedivere's body directly collapsed in mid-air.
However, the brilliance of the Holy Sword still chopped down.
"Puchi!"
When the Holy Sword chopped down from mid-air, the incoming beam of light from the Holy Lance was cut.
It was like a waterfall that was cut off.
Altoria's all-out attack was cut off on the spot by Bedivere at the cost of his own existence.
In the case of losing its wielder, the Holy Sword followed the momentum of the chopping and, like a sharp arrow, flew out. As if it had its own will, it flew toward the direction of Altoria.
Finally, the Holy Sword collided with the Holy Lance in Altoria's hand.
"Clang — —!"
The light of the sword and the light of the lance suddenly shone.
"Bang — —!"
Not long after, the sound of something shattering like glass rang out.
Time, at this moment, stagnated.
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