The Knight King poured the magic power of his whole body into the wrists that clenched the hilt of the sword, and raised the golden holy sword composed of brilliance high, and the heroic and awe-inspiring cheeks under the light no longer had the childishness of a girl, and anyone who saw her current solemn appearance at first glance did not question her identity as a king. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shimmering

As if illuminating this golden holy sword was his supreme task, from under the collapsed ground, within the rippling sea, in the turbid sky, the brilliance flowed infinitely and condensed in the sword body. With the sword body as the center, a dazzling golden beam of light converged, and the brilliance of the sword was like a blooming flower of light, and the entire coastal warehouse turned into day under the bouquet of light.

"The light is gathering, what is it..." Webber stretched out his hand in surprise, the golden particles passed through his body, and the magic stored in his magic circuit seemed to feel something resonating with it, and his mood stirred, and his eyes couldn't help but focus on the golden holy sword.

Iskandar, the conquering king in a chariot, opened his eyes in disbelief, Lancer Zhao Yun, who was watching the battle on the shore, showed admiring eyes, and Gilgamesh gazed at this heroic figure with interest on the bridge in the distance・・・・・・

No one could say a word, staring at the intense and clear light that illuminated the night sky.

Alice Fell chants softly the prayer: "The heroic figure that has illuminated the darkness of troubled times deeper than the night, unyielding for ten years, undefeated in twelve battles, this feat, this glory is unmatched, and its bravery makes all knights yearn for it, they transcend time and space, and they are immortal." ”

The dazzling sword is the crystallization of the prayer called "Glory", which has been pursued and dreamed of all knights who have died on the battlefield throughout the ages. What the knights who followed the knight king had seen in their own king, the existence they longed for, could not be a false description, nor was it a game of conquest King Iskandar.

Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, honesty, justice, soul

In the past, the phantom created by the knight king Artoria emerged, and the knight's oath drew the sword of the king, and his dedication to the country as a king was never regretted, even if it was not understood. Her knights paid their respects, and the gathering of billions of rays of light surged like the cry of the stars, even if the knight king rested in the hill of the sword, even if the prosperous Britain had long since disappeared, even if all traces faded with time.

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The heartfelt praise of the people pleaded with the king's return: "My king, do not abandon your people, for your people are always waiting for you." ”

"Thou art as bright as the sun, O king."

The courtiers cried out in pain: "My king, we wait for your return." ”

"As long as our king exists, we have nothing to fear!"

"You are the brightest star in the sky."

The mournful remembrance of the knights: "If you are lost, Britain will lose its brightest splendour!" ”

"Victory is yours forever, honorable king."

All this seems to have passed through time and space, the unfulfilled long-cherished wishes, the true hearts of the subjects, with the precipitation of time, her figure is deeply imprinted in the hearts of every British citizen.

The knight king Artoria Pendragon did not properly guide her subjects, but she guided the direction of an entire era, and even though dynasties rose and fell, and the times changed, her noble spirit remained in the hearts of the knights and became their goal.

The Knight King deserves to be the king!

"Iskander, King of the Conquests, I used to envy you because you were so closely connected to your subjects."

"I've made many mistakes, and correcting them is the reason why I want to go back to my time, but only this light is the only answer I have at the banquet." The Knight King Artoria muttered in a low voice and took a step forward from the sea, the water seemed to be surging because it could not bear the weight, and the light soared, pointing at the deep sea monster floating on the sea through the sky.

Alice Phil clasped her hands in front of her chest, and whispered in a deep and sad voice: "That light is from the past to the present, all the knights on the battlefield with a small but noble wish of sorrow, gathered in the hands of the victorious king, and now exalt this glory and sing the true name of this miracle..."

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Its name is -

“Ex――calibur！！！”

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Infinite light is flowing.

Infinite light roars.

"Boom~"

The magic power was accelerated by the unfettered dragon bloodline, pouring down into a majestic pillar of light, the night was lost, the stars and the moon disappeared under the light, and the spewed out of this stream of light rolled up countless whirlpools, and the night was completely swallowed up. The sea was separated by the golden light of substance, and the turbulent sea water rushed towards the shore, and the incomparably huge deep-sea monsters barely became small in this substantial light.

The golden light escaped the sea of water, and the deep sea monster stretched out countless huge tentacles, and the dense eyes on the tentacles suddenly opened, and the light reflected under the pupils was so pure, it also wanted to make a final resistance, and the mysterious runes in the depths of the eyes once again manifested into substance and turned into a complex magic array in front of him, but all this was only a trivial struggle.

Lost in war, the sorrowful desire for glory and victory of knights of different countries in different eras has come together to form a power that is not only matched by the evil gods believed in by the degenerate.

The mysterious magic array lasted less than half a second before it was completely annihilated.

Inside the monsters of the deep sea, cracks appeared in the defensive iron wall made of the monster's flesh and blood, and a glimmer of light converged like the salvation of the legendary gate of heaven, and Caster Gilles de Les, bathed in the faint light, seemed to remember a distant memory, he had fought with Joan of Arc, and he had felt this light in her.

This is what Gilles de Les has been striving for, mad about.

"This light is dead..." Caster Gilles de Les couldn't help but stretch out his hand to welcome the baptism of this light, always thinking that he had been abandoned by the gods, and here he finally got the favor of the gods.

He saw the silent invitation of his friend Joan of Arc to him in that magnificent church, and as he did it, he smiled tenderly, and stretched out his hand to him as always.

"Ah~~"

Gilles de Les wept tears of joy and tenderly embraced the light with redemption.

"There can be no mistake, this is the light of the Lord's blessings to me and Joan of Arc..."

Finally, he remembered what he had been doing all along, leaving a complicated sigh.

"What the hell is wrong with me..."