The brilliance shines, but it is not a life-threatening verdict woven by the empress, but a more brilliant, more eye-catching, even if you close your eyes, you can still see it.

It was the morning light that I watched after a long night, and the uneasiness and anxiety that had been deeply entrenched in my heart were gently wiped away by this light.

It is the crystallization of all that is depicted in the hearts of all those who have faded in their light. Even in the bloody battlefield, exposed to the extreme hell of death and despair, it still celebrates the nobility of human nature.

It was born from the sea within the stars, and the light of hope gathered.

Compared to this light, Semiramis's Deadly Beam was nothing to mention, and was crushed by a slight rush of light, along with everything in the path of the radiance.

The walls, the floor, the zenith, the pillars, the whole king was divided in two by this light.

"What people!"

Semiramis looked solemn, and the transfer technique was ready for the first time, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

The light came from a close distance, but she hadn't felt anything unusual until then, and there was no doubt that this enemy was stronger than anyone she had ever encountered before.

The first thing I saw was a sword, a sword that was so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off it.

The sword shone with golden light, as if congratulating the promised victory, illuminating the darkness around it.

At a glance, you can feel the great power and the mystery of the height contained in the sword—obviously, the brilliance between the Hengduan King is emanating from this sword.

As her gaze continued to move upward, the empress saw a familiar face.

Although her stature had changed from tall to petite, that temperament, that magic fluctuation, and that strand of hair reminded her of the sacrifice she had killed only a few minutes earlier.

"You, you're—" exclaimed the lion, the maiden and the outfit he had seen, in Mordred's dream.

"Meet again, the Empress of Assyria, Mordred, and the Lion Raider, and again by name—Artoria Pendragon. ”

It was still a silver armor, but the girl knight with a different style held a sword and performed a knightly salute.

"King Arthur!! impossible, aren't you dead?" said Semiramis's eyes with a look of disbelief.

"Yes, the Black Lancer is dead, and it's not the Servant who stands in front of you, but the real Artoria. ”

Hearing her say this, everyone remembered the endgame of the Arthurian legend known to the whole world.

In the Battle of the Sword Fence, the rebellious knight Mordred was killed, and King Arthur, who was mortally wounded, was carried by the goblins of the lake to "Avalon", the "ideal land of the world's independence", where he gained eternal peace. The people believed that King Arthur was not dead, and that he would return to save the world when an irresistible crisis came.

Now, this legend has been fulfilled. When the danger came, King Arthur left his ideal land and returned to the world, armed with the most famous weapon in Arthurian legend, the holy sword "Sword of Victory".

With a flick of the holy sword, powerful magic roared out from the blade, turning into a sword pressure visible to the naked eye, and with a single sword, it severed all the chains that bound Mordred.

The bound girl had long been exhausted by the poison, and after losing the support of the chains, she fell limply.

However, it was not the cold ground that greeted her, but the embrace she had longed for. Although the hardness was no lower than that of the ground because of the armor, the warmth made Mordred cry.

"Father, is it really Father? ahahaha...... I, I'm not dreaming. ”

"Not dreaming, didn't I say I'd see you again soon? ”

Mordred closed her eyelids, and if it was a dream, she hoped to wake up as late as possible.

Artoria, who had regained her form as a maiden, gently lowered the child, her gentle expression instantly turned awe-inspiring, and she met the mistress of the garden.

At this time, Semiramis had regained his composure and sneered.

"I've already died once, and I dare to step into here, should I say that you have a deep father-son relationship? Or do you not know whether you live or die? Don't you know that my poison can't even withstand the immortal?"

"I've learned the power of the most ancient poisoner, and even now I can't resist your poison without a scabbard - but I've been told he has a way to defuse your poison. ”

"Hmph, I'd like to see who has such a great ability. ”

The style of the king has changed, and the decadent and extravagant palace that was originally dominated by dark tones is suddenly dyed with a layer of strange colors, one moment colorful, and the next moment it is pitch black as ink, which is the embodiment of the concept of poison given by the world to the most ancient poisoners, and almost no one can resist such poisoning.

Note that it is almost, that is, there are exceptions.

The ever-changing strange colors quickly radiated around the empress, and then flocked to Artoria and Mordred from all directions.

However, just before the concept of poison touched Artoria's body, a fresh breeze blew through, not only relieving the pressure on the king's inner body, but also bringing a few petals that grew out of nowhere.

The petals are pink, a bit like cherry blossoms, a little like plum blossoms, and some peach blossoms, giving people a pleasant feeling of comfort.

The petals of the flower fell in the wind, over the ends of Artoria's hair, over Mordred's ears, and finally on the ground soaked in the concept of poison, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterward, the scenery around the two teenage girls was changed.

Where the petals disappear, a touch of green grows quickly, at first a little bud, then a strip grows, and the next moment it blooms brilliantly.

This flower is different from any flower known in the world, more beautiful than any known flower, as if it is the ultimate flower, condensing the essence of all flowers, and it is the petals of this flower that have just fallen.

Starting with this flower, more and more flowers sprouted and bloomed around Artoria and Mordred, and in a short time the king of Semiramis was transformed into a sea of flowers.

No, not only the kings, but also the palaces outside the kings and even the entire sky garden have such flowers blooming, turning the entire garden into a world of flowers.

"This, this is ——!" Semiramis was dumbfounded, she could feel her concept of poison being eroded by the sea of flowers. The more virulent the poison, the faster the flower will grow, as if its own poison has become the nourishment of the flower.

"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? Artoria glanced up at the night sky that she blasted open.

"No, no, it's rare that the world has relaxed its restrictions, and it would be a waste not to put on a good show. ”

The melodious male voice came with the wind, blowing a large number of petals, condensing a handsome and unparalleled phantom of white clothes and white hair.

"First time you meet, Empress of Assyria, your face is as beautiful as the legend describes, so I have specially prepared this scene worthy of you, hoping that this sea of flowers from the ideal country can satisfy you. ”

"Ideal Township...... You, you're ......"

At this moment, Semiramis remembered a certain legend, a legend closely related to King Arthur.

PS: It is worthy of being a well-known Internet fraud, this debut is commotionous, the second master may not learn to make such a riotous debut in his life.

PS2: By the way, the old rascal is so handsome, Solomon also has a high level of the Great Temple, Kong Ming has red clothes and black frames, and the younger he is, the second master should also engage in an ultimate mode that is extremely popular.