Is that...... Brilliant sunset.

The sky in Sparta was no different from anywhere else, the sky was blue and the clouds were white. At dusk, if the weather is fine, it will be dyed orange and red like a flame.

The vibrant bright colors made Leonidas especially nostalgic.

The king, who was born and grew up in the barracks, has no impression of the country he guards.

When he mentions Sparta, he probably says, "It's a good place." ”

If you continue to ask questions and ask him to tell him what is good and what is worth seeing, I am afraid that this fearless king will also bow his head in embarrassment, frown, and think for a long time before telling you: "The sky there is beautiful." ”

If you continue to look at him with hopeful eyes, hoping that he will say more, he should continue: "The men there are very brave. Women are also very brave. It's a good place. ”

In the land of Sparta, there was air, soil, and water, and that was enough. He didn't know anything more.

A man who was born as a soldier and died as a soldier can only introduce Sparta in such tasteless words.

Because......

It was only at this time that he realized that the country he loved so much had long been blurred. For the sake of the country and the people, he guarded the narrow and hot pass until the end of his life.

However, he forgot what kind of scenery was behind him.

In the Battle of Thermopylae, the last thing he saw was not the sky on the Greek land that he was accustomed to, but the rain of arrows from Xerxes, the pitch-black color that hid the sky and the sun, which was breathtaking.

This is......

He suddenly came to his senses.

Everything around was vague and hazy, except for the sky, burning like flames.

Around him, there was a golden crop, and to be ashamed, Leonidas did not know what it was.

In the Spartans' mind, the farmers and food providers were the Helots and had nothing to do with them. The Helots were the suppliers of food and forage, and the Spartans were the swords that protected them.

Still, Leonidas remembered that it was a color that could be described as brilliant. The kind of mountain-wide, alluring golden yellow.

In that endless splendor, his wife, his princess, his lover, stood at the end of the field of vision, and from the horizon, her figure was clear and blurred.

The facial features have been blurred, but the figure is extraordinarily distinct, and beside her, is her own child......

Yes......

He wanted to walk over. But I always feel that I have forgotten something.

However, in this chaos, he was at a loss, and only thought about finding a familiar person first, talking to her, and understanding the current situation.

"My king, Leonidas. You...... Know who you are? ”

Her figure was far away and Leonidas could not see her, yet her voice was so clear and deafening that it was deafening.

This question made Leonidas stunned for a moment, and said in a daze: "I am, the king of Sparta, the commander of the free men, Leonidas." ”

"Oh! Oh! Oh! ”

At some point, behind him, there was a sudden earth-shattering shout, and three hundred warriors, dressed in gold armor and carrying red clothes, holding guns and shields, raised their arms and shouted in unison.

And behind these three hundred people, there was an even more endless sea of soldiers, golden armor, crimson cloaks, which were warmer colors than the dusk sky.

"Ah...... I...... Dead? ”

Leonidas finally reacted.

Yes, he died in battle.

Like the hot springs, the heroic, the stupid, died in battle.

Speaking of which......

What are you fighting for this time?

The huge trauma he received when he died hit the spirit core, and even Leonidas's own consciousness was partially burned. As a servant's memory, it was burned in large quantities.

I just vaguely remember some of the pictures.

A head-on confrontation with the warrior on a crimson horse.

The picture of confronting the silver white devil wolf head-on.

A picture of being attacked by two people and causing crises.

Yes...... It seems that this time, it was also a very satisfying battle.

Leonidas smiled.

Because, that's enough.

It's not because you have to win that you fight.

It's because someone has to fight, someone has to stand up, and if no one wants to die, then let yourself come.

The king who was dismembered in the Battle of Thermopylae ignited the idea of battle throughout Greece.

And this time, I must have done something similar.

Suddenly......

A face flashed through his mind.

The man had hair like sand gold, a sense of depth and wisdom peculiar to a mature man, and like Leonidas, he loved to laugh. But unlike Leonidas, his smile was full of modesty, not as hideous as Leonidas.

He............ Ah, I have some impressions of this man.

Leonidas clenched his fists, and at some point, in his bare hand, he clenched a spear.

"He told me: Protect him, protect him, take off the head of the enemy for him!"

Leonidas remembered.

Although Lingji was shattered, this sentence was still vividly imprinted in his bones.

In the Battle of Thermopylae, thousands of Spartans, tens of millions of people throughout Greece, all pinned their trust on Leonidas. There were only 300 people, but they still carried the hope of all Greece.

And now, this man, pinning himself on the same hope.

He believed in himself and could protect him and win for him.

Leonidas stretched out his arms, and several of the three hundred men behind him stepped forward, draped him in a scarlet cloak, fastened the belt of his armor, and brought him a helmet. The wide field of vision was quickly sealed by the helmet, but the heavy weight made him feel extremely steady.

In front of him was his wife. At this time she was holding Leonidas's shield in both hands, and the golden round shield was gently lifted by her and handed to Leonidas.

"My husband, take it, or, lie on it."

"Hmm."

The well-dressed king, nodded heavily, needless to say, this is his battle alone.

Behind him were the bonds of three hundred faithful men.

In those days, 300 people were trusted by the soldiers of the whole country to go to their deaths, and today, Leonidas accepts the trust of these 300 people and dies generously.

…………

Not......

Consciousness suddenly became sober.

Leonidas's feet suddenly moved.

was pierced through the heart by the fire sword of the fire demon god, which should have been fatally wounded, but Leonidas still moved.

Even if it is a corpse, it is necessary to continue the fight tenaciously.

Leonidas' right foot strained, tense muscles, forcing the body back to its feet.

"I started with ...... Hell is back! Here, this time you'll take a look! ”

He grinned, his teeth already red with blood, and this smile was particularly hideous.

Saber Surut's expression remained unchanged like a rock, and his red eyes looked down at Leonidas haughtily. With the force of his left hand, the demonic flame wrapped around Levatin burst out and spread even more, expanding the wound in his heart even more.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much that it hurts unbearably.

But Leonidas was still smiling.

Because, that's what he has to do. What could be happier than knowing what you're going to do and gambling your best for it?

Leonidas couldn't remember what he was going to protect.

But it doesn't matter.

Because, as long as you remember, you must not let him, just walk over.

There was only three steps between him and Surut.

This distance was nothing to Leonidas.

His left hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of Fire, and with a muffled sound, Leonidas's left hand turned into flames, and bones could be faintly visible under the charred flesh.

However, Leonidas did not relax his strength, and as the king of Sparta, he had to set an example for all the warriors of Sparta.

He swooped hard!

The Sword of Fire went deeper into Leonidas's chest! Originally, he was only in the middle of the blade, but now, he forcibly let the Yan Sword pass through his chest.

This made Leonidas stand in front of Surut.

He didn't have a weapon, so he raised his fist and swung it at the rocky face, with all his might!

Boom!

Muffled voice.

When he was dying, Leonidas threw his fist with all his might, as powerful as a nuclear bomb!

Flames burned all over his body, and the heat of Levatine burned his body and spirit base as a servant, threatening to burn him to the ground.

However, before that moment could come, Leonidas's fist slammed into it first.

Click.

The fist bone struck Surut's face, and the black, basalt-like face was smashed open by his blow. It seemed to be skin, skin that seemed to be the shell of some kind of creature, and he slammed it with a punch, opening the crack.

A warrior who has been promoted to a heroic spirit because of a death battle in his life, and has the strongest combat effectiveness in a death battle.

That all-out blow was the whole picture of him as a heroic spirit.

That's not, for the sake of a winning blow.

It was a blow that had to be fought, it had to be attacked, it had to be fought.

Pure, yet powerful.

Leonidas's fist was burned to ashes, and he could see Surut's face clearly.

The black, rocky face, from the cheek to the corner of the right eye, left a clear cleft near the socket of the right eye, which split into a piece, and with a click, the rocky skin on the face peeled off, revealing the red, magma-like blood inside.

His face was still a calm poker face, but the red eyes and the blood that slowly left behind were full of anger.

"It's wonderful."

That's how he judged his opponents.

That face, it's really—it's wonderful.

After that, the crimson color overwhelmed his vision.

Ah, that crimson, as beautiful as the twilight of Sparta.

The heat in his body was as boiling as the blood in his chest.

This...... With his partners, I fought with all my might.

Stand up, fight, and sleep on the battlefield for the sake of honor.

"I'm satisfied...... EBNER. ”

He didn't know what the last word he mentioned meant. Is it a person's name? Or something else? He just subconsciously said it.

The king of Sparta, even if he was killed by the demon god, still crawled back from the realm of death, tenaciously, even if he died, he must strike that blow.

He was content, with a smile on his face, and he looked up at the triangular scar on his opponent's face, and he looked up to the sky and laughed. But before the laughter could come out, the flames engulfed his body first, completely engulfing his victorious cheers.

Oh, there is not even ashes left.

The Sixth Holy Grail War, the first out, Lancer, Leonidas, was wiped out.