"It's a beautiful glory." Looking at the pale rain of light shining in the sky in the distance, Chi You, who was wearing black battle armor, let out such a sigh, then turned his head to look at the girl in front of him lightly, and said softly: "Artoria, you still have such power?" But ......"

"That's it."

Piercing the sky, the gun "Shentie Ruyi", which is synonymous with destruction, was violently swung.

The Demon King, who relied on the concept of a thousand transformations, easily swung his huge arm that held the spear so thick that it could almost shatter a person, but it was only up to the shoulder. The rest of the body still maintains the humanoid normalcy of the "man in black armor". Despite this, Xiu Denan's movements were extremely light, and the power of the spear was no less.

Artoria held the 'Wind of Victory' in her hand and shone brightly, as if she wanted to turn her fighting spirit into a voice:

"Nonsense - now, start fighting back!!"

She narrowly dodged the tip of the huge "Shentie Ruyi" spear stabbed by Chi You, and broke into the other party's arms while staggering with the body of the gun like a moving train.

However, Xiu Denan has been waiting for the timing of this high-speed staggering. His left arm, which did not hold a gun, had long since transformed into a dragon head burning with cloudy purple flames. He only sank down and stored his strength for half an instant, and then immediately released it. The left arm that turned into a dragon head instantly released a large purple flame projectile.

"Meet!!"

"Drink!!"

Artoria sprang into the air. The Wind of Victory danced into a frenzied storm that was not in exchange for the purple-blazing flame projectiles that were in pursuit.

The successive burns and explosions turned into a violent storm of flames that the ordinary "Apostles" would have destroyed immediately if they were simply caught up in them, filling most of the sky. The air was splashed and the clouds were evaporated, as if to prove that every qiē had succumbed to its heat, instantly turning the surrounding area into a dazzling purple light. Even the thick cloudy sky opened a large hole, and a marvelous light shone from the sky seconds before it was filled.

"Hehe, it's far beyond my expectations. Since it's against you...... Then I probably can't be obsessed with whether it looks good or not. ”

Bang Bang Bang ...... Xiu Denan's body made a strange sound, and its silhouette also shook, gradually beginning to crumble and deform.

The last thing that came out was a pair of bat wings spread out on its back, with a mane and sharp horns on its head, eagle talons with sharp claws below the knee, and a tumbling snake tail behind it, clutching the "Shentie Ruyi" with its thick arms, that is, a tiger with all kinds of strange components on its body, which could not be considered a tiger.

Turbid purple flames erupted, transforming into alien monsters reminiscent of demons in ancient texts, and Shuland sneered and slowly flew into the air at the same height as Artoria.

He gently turned the "Divine Iron Ruyi" in his right hand in a circle, and then clamped it under his right armpit. A smile that could barely be seen in the night sky appeared on the eyelids, and he gave a frank exclamation:

"Now, can you show me your true strength? Artoria. ”

"If you have the consciousness of playing with fire, please let the horse come." The 'Knight King', who was entangled in the wind, responded positively. From her calm and elegant delicate cheeks, she forced out the resolute and sharp spirit of a warrior, making her cold charm even more moving.

Then, without warning, she leapt forward, radiating a high-speed slash at a very close range, with a horizontal line and a wide circle, against the backdrop of a frenzied hurricane. The figure of the flying skirt armor seemed to be teleporting, and suddenly filled Xiuland's sight. The 'Wind of Victory' raised high was like a blade of light that cut off the heavens and the earth, with a piercing cold light, slashing towards Xiuland.

"Hmph." As if nothing had happened, Huland was cut in two. At some point, the middle part of his body had fallen off in one piece...... It should have been burned to the contrary, but I didn't seem to care. The flames that ignite from the cross-section of the upper and lower bodies materialize in an instant, forming a new body.

At the same time, he turned into a dragon's head in his abdomen, opened a large mouth, and spewed hellfire that fought back. As if it was about to burn the sky away, the turbid purple flames instantly swelled, and then he himself quickly rushed in.

As if waiting for this opportunity.

"Oooo

The twisted outlines of the cloudy purple flames suddenly scattered in all directions—the vertices that spread outward gradually formed fangs and scales, and at the same time continued to stretch outward. What finally appeared in front of me was a multi-headed dragon that was a circle or two thicker than a railway wagon. That's exactly what a thousand variations are. With a kaleidoscopic and tricky fighting posture, Hulander evolved into a mythical dragon that raised its head in the void and swooped in from multiple directions.

The xenomorph dragon exuded a terrifying dragon power oppression, that huge sense of crisis, straight to Artoria's soul, as terrifying as being held against the center of her eyebrows by a blood-dripping spear, more terrifying than facing the dragon that guarded the Golden Fleece in the mythological era, and Senran's killing intent instantly crushed any luck in her, and it was changeable. Thuland, this is an opponent who must give it his all.

With her eyes as green as the sea of jade, and her fair-skinned almost transparent girl raised the "Wind of Victory" in her hand. The small vacuum formed by the guò method on the blade of the sword immediately drove the huge air pressure of the entire sky, concentrating all the wind forces together, and a tornado that penetrated the sky and the earth formed around Artoria, and the wind was almost as violent as the effect of a hurricane at sea, frantically oppressing the atmosphere and dancing the void.

"Declare again, the King of Victory, raise the sword of victory."

"The time is ripe."

The girl's contract demon king 'Victory Wind' Pandoragon proclaimed.

Known as the 'Knight King', Artoria poured the power of her whole body into her wrists gripping the hilt of her sword, and held high the golden sword entwined by the invisible wind. The delicate face has an ethereal feeling of being far away from the fireworks of the world. Light, soft, and charming blonde hair is dreadfully coiled on the head, and the skin is as smooth and delicate as white porcelain, exuding a dazzling fluorescence, and the body full of vitality volatilizes this strong pulsation.

Storms, light gathering. The light is rushing. The light is roaring

As if illuminating this holy sword was his supreme task, the brilliance condensed infinitely, converging into a dazzling beam.

The wind, wrapped around the sword, was liberated. The golden and cyan rays of light swirled with each other, turning into a tornado that soared into the sky. The golden sword, which once moved Britain, once again showed its true form. Under this intense and clear light, no one could say anything.

A heroic figure that once illuminated the darkness of troubled times deeper than the night. After ten years of unyielding, after twelve battles undefeated. This feat, this glory is unparalleled, they transcend time and space, and they are immortal.

This dazzling sword is the crystallization of the prayer called "Glory", which has been pursued and longed for by all the soldiers who have died on the battlefield throughout the ages.

Proud of exalting this will, and righteous in carrying out this faith, the King of Knights now sings the true name of this miracle in his hand.

Its name is -

"Pact - Sword of Victory!!"