"According to legend, in the northern desert rock formation, there is a sword of kings; Beneath the jungle lake in the south, there is a sword of destiny. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

- "Three Holy Swords"

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However, Frey noticed that compared to the glittering "light armor" on the side, the "sword in the stone" put together was much dimmer, and it was no longer in the hands of King Arthur.

When it was worn on King Arthur's waist before, even the wrapped scabbard could not hide the dazzling light emitted by the blade.

"Frey, you can try it too." Elizabeth brought Frey in and said straight to the point.

"Give it a try too?" Frey didn't quite understand what Elizabeth's try meant.

"yes, give it a try." I saw Elizabeth answer Frey, and walked in front of the "sword in the stone" by herself.

"Huh"

Elizabeth picked up the "sword in the stone" and pulled it out of its scabbard.

I saw that the "sword in the stone" that had already shone away, except for the delicate ornamentation on the scabbard and the hilt, was no different from an ordinary silver sword.

Even the blade of the sword, which had been flickering with cold light, had a bit of dull dullness.

"Several Knights of the Round Table had tried each other before you arrived, but none of them were able to restore the Sword of the Stone to its brilliance.

Now it's just for you to try. ”

"Me? Why me? Shouldn't it be Her Majesty? Frey was a bit surprised.

"Do you want a spearman to be able to fight with a sword?"

"Okay, I'll try, but there's no guarantee that it will work." Frey, who was stuffed with nothing to say by Elizabeth's question, could only step forward with the mentality of giving it a try.

"Buzz!"

But Frey took the "sword in the stone" in Elizabeth's hand, and the "sword in the stone" in Frey's hand trembled.

Everything around Frey changed as abruptly as the screen.

In an instant, it became an endless wasteland battlefield.

In the quiet battlefield, except for the sound of the wind whistling through and a few puffs of smoke and dust, no other sound could be heard at all.

The gray sky, with only a few golden rays of sunlight passing through the gloomy and heavy dark clouds, provided a little light to this endless battlefield.

On the hilly wasteland battlefield, there are no bones left, but there are swords stuck everywhere.

Iron swords, rigid swords, silver swords, and even many of the famous swords that automatically appear in Frey's "Eye of Detection" as well as "Caliburn".

Ghulam, the "Sword of Victory" forged by the dwarves, the "Sword of the Giants" obtained by Beolulf from the Treasure Mountain, and Perseus, the "Twisted Sacred Sword" that beheaded Medusa......

However, Frey's "Detection Eye" could clearly see through the dry soil layer on the surface that all these holy swords and nameless swords inserted into the soil were all severed swords.

One by one, the crows also landed on a sword stuck in the dirt, like a vulture pecking at a corpse.

This endless wasteland battlefield looks more like a meritorious field for someone to cut off a famous sword.

The humiliating sword inserted into the humble dust was like an undisguised insult to the besieger's beheading of the defending general and hanging it on the city gate.

"Click."

"Who?" The sudden sound of footsteps in the Fortune Breaker made Frey's ears move and he turned his head.

I saw a man in black standing on a protruding wasteland hill.

The light from the sword in his hand was like the sun, but the outline of that sword was somewhat familiar to Frey.

"It's finally here, how many years have it been, and finally a worthy challenger has come?"

"A worthy challenger?" Frey didn't quite understand what the man in black was saying.

But Frey could feel that the eyes of the man in black did not seem to look at him anymore, and the "challenger" he spoke of did not seem to be himself as a human being.

"Buzz!"

Frey only felt a violent tremor coming from the sword he wore at his waist.

A dazzling blue light and powerful wind pressure also burst out from the sword on Frey's waist.

"What!" Frey looked down at the sword at his waist in disbelief, reached out to grasp the hilt, and slowly pulled it out.

With the unsheath of "Durandal", what emanated from the sword was no longer a strong wind pressure, but had rolled up and turned into a blue storm visible to the naked eye.

"Durandal?" Frey, wielding the holy sword, had his hair and clothes blowing.

The dust beside him was also blown away by the strong wind pressure emitted by "Durandal".

The crows that were originally standing on the hilt of the sword also raised their wings and flew away, making a fluttering sound of flapping their wings.

"Come on! Challengers who don't know whether to live or die! Seeing Frey draw his sword, the man in black raised the "sword in the stone" in his hand and pointed at the "challenger" Frey, who raised his head under the wasteland hills.

"Click!"

The two of them looked at each other, and their feet kicked backwards at the same time, splashing the dirt on their feet backwards.

"Huh!"

The two of them turned into two rays of light and shadow.

As the "challenger", Frey went from the bottom up, dragging the blue storm along the ground, crumbling the earth.

As the "lord", the man in black from top to bottom, the blade of the sword flashed with holy light that made the sun darken, slashing from his head, tearing the sky.

"Bang!"

The two holy swords collided together from two very different directions, erupting in an explosion that shook the earth.

The explosion fluctuations that spread outward also shook violently the remnant swords that were deep into the ground around them, and they were "pulled out" from the dirt and flew backwards in mid-air with shattering.

Directly above the collision between the two, the gloomy and heavy clouds were shaken back by the explosion fluctuations that rushed into the sky.

In the gradually revealing sky, a large number of dark crows with nowhere to stand hovered, and the warm golden sunlight slowly descended, scattering on the battlefield that gradually subsided.

The large puff of smoke and dust kicked off by the explosion dispersed, and I saw that the two people who were originally rushing to each other had already switched positions back to back.

Frey stood on a jutting wasteland hill, his tattered clothes and messy hair fluttering in the breeze.

Through the holes in his clothes, he could clearly see the scars left on Frey's body by the Holy Light.

The blue storm on the "Durandal" in Frey's hand was also about to dissipate, leaving only faint blue wind patterns around it.

And under the wasteland hills, the "sword in the stone" that originally shone brightly was inserted into the dirt and had completely lost its light.

As for the man in black who only saw the sword in hand, he was long gone.

Only pieces of black rags, torn to pieces by the storm, slowly fell from the sky like snowflakes and fell to the ground.

"Huh!" Frey flicked his sword back, arcing it back into its scabbard.

"Hmm!" As soon as Frey, who was fixed, moved, the scars on his body made Frey snort.

But Frey dragged his scarred body down slowly, pulling out the "sword in the stone" that was inserted into the ground.

"Buzz!"

The Sword in the Stone let out another strong tremor, and Frey returned to the small room that had been sealed before.

I saw the picture in front of me, which was the moment when I took over the "Sword in the Stone" from Elizabeth before.

The battle of the two holy swords seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

"Buzz!" A dazzling light also burst out from the "Sword in the Stone" held by Frey.

"Frey! How exactly do you do it! Who are you? Seeing the "Sword of the King" burst out with dazzling light in Frey's hands, Elizabeth, who was originally just holding the mentality of giving it a try, was so surprised that she covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes widened, and she looked at Frey in front of her in disbelief.