The crimson light suddenly burst into flames, stinging everyone's eyes. When the light faded, the red-clad black-haired boy reappeared, causing Saber's eyes to widen in disbelief.

"Did he really survive?"

Wang Hui opened his eyes, his dark pupils cold and ruthless, and instead of paying attention to the evil god who seemed to be at the end of the crossbow, he turned his gaze to Artoria, causing the girl to clench the sword of victory in vigilance.

Entering a state of madness, Wang Yu appeared behind Saber in an instant, and Gangnir stabbed forward mercilessly-

"Poof!"

"This"

Shocked by this unexpected situation, Iskandar even forgot to hunt down the monster and stared blankly at Wang Hao, who showed his fangs at Saber.

"Well, Berserker, what are you doing, ignoring the orders of the church?!"

At the last moment, with an astonishing intuition, he turned sideways to dodge Wang Hui's killer shot, leaving a terrible wound on the shoulder of the woman who should have pierced the neck, and Artoria took advantage of the situation to slash at Wang Hao's calf and was defused by the young man by jumping up, and the knight king, who was extremely jealous of Wang Hui, did not hesitate to distance himself, hoping to use words to make the young man temporarily give up his persistent pursuit of himself.

It's a pity that Wang Hao's calm expression like stagnant water has not changed, and his gaze is still cold and deep.

"Hey!Berserker!Kill this monster and Caster first!Settle your personal feud with the Knight King!!"

The king of conquest, who sensed that the situation was not good, also began to speak for Artoria, his expression was majestic and serious, and his momentum as the king of Macedonia was unmistakable.

Iskander's words seemed to move the boy, and he stopped his progress and looked up at Iskander, an inexplicable light seemed to flash in his dark eyes.

"That's right."

Once again, with a speed comparable to teleportation, the boy replied with the crisp sound of guns and swords clashing.

"I refuse. ”

"Damn!"

Although he has a shadow of his own reluctance to admit to Berserker, as a knight, Artoria will not allow himself to escape like this.

"Come on, then!"

Despite the fact that the weapon used was a "sword", the Excalibur was long enough to put ordinary weapons to shame. Dodging the stabbing slash that Wang had used on Lancer, Artoria lunged forward and stomped the tip of Gungnir's spear into the ground, squeezing into the boy's arms. Holding high the holy sword given by the fairy in the lake, the knight king vows to use this sword to cut Wang Yu in two!

"Smack!"

Artoria, whose armor was stained with a little mud, looked at Wang Hao's indifferent face close at hand, and the holy sword that he had slashed with all his strength was tightly held in his hand by the undead righteous remains, and the holy relics and demons intensified into dazzling golden rays, making a "snort" sound. The gaze of the lake green and the dark eyes staggered, and the King of Knight suddenly felt a palpitation and panic.

Pitch-black ice mist suddenly erupted from around Wang Hao's body, covering Artoria's whole body with pitch-black frost, and the girl who was extremely slow could only watch as Wang Yu threw down the spear in her hand and summoned a strange long sword in her hand.

The hilt of the scarlet longsword had sharp edges and corners, and at a glance it was certain that it was a fierce evil soldier. The tip of its sword was even more peculiar, a large heart-shaped shape, in which it was delicately carved into a pattern, but it did not feel fancy, but was full of mania like a roaring beast.

Wang Hao held the long sword in his hand, and the pitch-black ice mist became even thicker in an instant, almost completely enveloping the two of them. The struggling girl tried to retrieve the sword from Wang Hao's hand, but failed under the great force of the deceased. The young man's eyes were cold, and the World-Destroying Demon Sword slashed down mercilessly!

The magic sword slashed through the armor, sliced through the skin, pierced the flesh, and shattered the heart of the King of Knights. Blazing blood broke through the frost blockade and gushed out, splashing all over Wang Hao's body, adding new color to his red clothes. His pale skin was stained with scarlet dragon blood, and Wang Yu's indifferent expression seemed to be a little more hideous. Without giving the girl with unwilling and desperate eyes flashing in her eyes more opportunities, the young man who didn't know what pity and cherishing jade was, let go of the holy sword, and let its weight make the master hang his arm weakly, and Levatin's blade rested on the girl's delicate neck, and pulled back hard-

So the side of the heart-shaped sword cut Artoria's neck, and the beautiful head flew up under the effect of blood pressure, and was grabbed in the hands of the cold-faced young man who didn't know what pity and cherishing jade was, and the blood of the Lord of England flew towards him.

In the last moment, Wang Yu seemed to vaguely hear a whisper, the Lord of England at the end of his life, calling the names of two people.

"Gnevelle Ellie"

The headless body fell to its knees, and the wind surrounding the sacred sword silently dissipated, revealing the dazzling golden sword beneath it. The sword of the victorious king of the oath is now deep in the dirt, stained with the filth of the world.

Like the sword of the chosen king, Artoria begins the saga with the sword drawn from the stone, and ends with the return of another sword to the earth.

- Until she died, she still held the sword tightly and never let go.

[Merlin once asked King Arthur, "Which one do you prefer, the blade or the scabbard?"]

King Arthur replied, "The blade of the sword, because it is incomparably sharp." ”

Merlin said, "You must know that the scabbard is worth ten times more than the blade. Those who wear the sword of kings will never bleed, so protect the scabbard and carry it with you. ”】

Even if she was wrong, even if she was ruthless, even if she had doubts about herself, she never gave up her path until she returned to the underworld.

Looking at the corpse that had gradually dissipated into a warm light, Wang Yu's expression seemed to loosen a little, he looked at the head in his hand, and gently helped her close her dim but unyielding eyes with his sword-wielding hand.

"When you get to Valhalla, ask Lily, she never lost her scabbard. ”

"Goodbye, Artoria Pendragon. ”

Silver-level rune - Red Dragon Bloodline

Noble blood flows through you, and the majesty of the dragon is unstoppable. Why have you lost, O patron saint of England?

Evolutionary direction: gold-level rune - half-body dragonborn, dark gold-level rune - red dragon

"This is Silver?"

Holding the silver-white rune card in his hand, looking at the few sentences of description on it that were vague and like poetry, Wang Yu's brows furrowed slightly.

The same red dragon bloodline obtained from the dragonborn, other people's will never have the same situation as this spell card. This is a special spell card that broke out from an important plot character, taking the fate of the original owner, and its evolution direction will never be as monotonous as listed on the spell card, but has infinite possibilities, but it needs to be explored by the reincarnation himself.

Naturally, he understood the joints, but Wang Yu put away this rune card and did not equip it directly like when he got the [Spear Technique]. Absorbing those fiery dragon bloods and feeling the rapidly repairing body, Wang Yu cast his gaze on the angry king above the heavenly dome.

"Is there anything you want to say, Iskander?"