On the battlefield in the sky, huge wreckage shattered and burned, and some of the apostles caught up in it were also shattered into black charcoal. Amid the raging heat and the fluttering powder, the pungent stench of fuel and burnt meat mingled in a scene that could be described as horrific.

Blazing red and iridescent flames scurried around like nowhere to vent their power, rainbow wings. Melihim and the Burning Eye Crusader collide violently in the sky. Between the two of them, the whistling hurricane of the blade, the tremor of the blade made a sharp sound, and flames continued to appear from between the two people.

Boom!

With a metal crash, Matilda and the Humvee under her seat were shaken off and smashed into the clouds behind her.

"This time ......"

The rainbow angel flying in the sky roared excitedly, as if echoing the voice and heart, and the light wings behind it were even more brilliant, expanding to all sides, like a pair of angel wings, gorgeous and colorful.

"I must get you, Matilda St. Milou!"

"Oh, the hysteria of men is really embarrassing." With an excited smile on her face, an invisible force covered her and the horses below her, and a majestic spirit emanated from her.

"Arastol, it's coming!"

"Hmm!" The voice of the Demon God, as low as distant thunder, came from the "Akuts".

The girl who charged towards the sky, with a black cloak and a slightly longer hem of the shirt, no sword on her belt, and only a single coat as armor. On the black boots are shiny spurs. Although it seems to be a simple dress for practicality, what emanates from her whole body is a perfect posture that makes her opponent feel "can't be an enemy", and there is an overwhelming sense of dignity and presence.

The blazing red and rainbow-colored flames burst out in an instant, as if huge flowers formed by the flames of rainbows and red lotuses bloomed and turned into brilliant light in the sky. The power reaches miles away, and whether it is strength, speed, or attack range, it is comparable to a natural disaster.

At the same moment, under the huge body of the Serpent of Sacrifice, the majestic 'Knight King' Artoria stood in front of the enemy, her golden hair blown by the wind thousands of meters above the ground. No matter what kind of predicament he is forced into, he is not afraid and resolutely confronts the enemy. This is none other than Artoria, the fire mist warrior of Pandoragon of the Wind of Victory, the Knight King. The girl's delicate face has an ethereal feeling of being far away from the fireworks of the world, and the blazing gaze in the emerald eyes has an unbeatable momentum.

"My comrade-in-arms, victory lies ahead." Artoria's eyes gleamed with faith, inspiring the fighting Fire Mist warriors with an unwavering voice.

Artoria looked at the Red World Demon Army, which was also waiting for the opposite side, and the battle intent in her eyes was rising. From the calm and elegant, she is forced to belong to the warrior's resolute and sharp spirit, which makes her cold charm even more moving.

"Every life in this world is placed at both ends of the scale of sacrifice or relief, and I am the good one in the world and the evil one in the world. Now is the time to raise the banner of salvation. ”

Artoria raised the 'Wind of Victory' Pandolagon and said aloud: "Follow the faith of justice, loyalty, mercy, glory, self-discipline, and humility, identify with my ways, answer my call, and come to me!" Circle of Freedom and Equality, RoundTab1e! ”

With her voice, a golden light shone brightly. Lightning thundered, wind and clouds swirled. From the other side, to this side, whirlwinds and lightning envelop the legendary apparition.

The golden flame burns, and the eternal vow is fulfilled.

The invisible storm danced wildly in the sky, golden flames erupted from Artoria's body, and the flying powder of fire turned into a torrent of knights behind her, all of which represented a noble virtue. Humility, Honesly, Compassion, Valor, Justice, Sacrifice, Honor, Spirituality. Soon, in the midst of the glory of sublime goodness, a twelve-member knight order appeared.

This is the more complex method of freedom than Matilda's Knights of the Flame Phoenix, the most precious secret treasure of the 'Knight King' Artoria, with the eternal oath as the core, the legendary hero is resurrected in the golden light, after a hundred battles, without a defeat, this is the legendary Knights of the Round Table.

The voice that bloomed from the heart rushed out of the chest and resounded in the sky.

Come on, show your body, my ...... Knights of the Round Table......

The next moment, the sky was overwhelmed by the sound of a tsunami.

That is, it was like a huge will shouted by thousands of people in unison, and it was poured into the hearts of the apostles and fire mist warriors on the battlefield at once. How many people are there, and how many years of calling have been accumulated?

…… My king, my king, where are you, why can't Geraint see your banner, why can't I hear you, I can't find a way forward without your sword......

…… Your Majesty, this is the 1,687,466th call of Wechen Bediwell, please listen to Wechen's prayers, even if he dies, Wechen is still only willing to fight under the banner of the red dragon, no matter what kind of enemy is in front of you, please don't abandon Wechen......

…… King Arthur, the minister Gawain pleads with you, the minister failed to protect this country behind your back, please forgive me, please do not reject my voice, no matter how guilty I am, I still want to fight under your command forever......

…… O king, why do you not respond to the call of your ministers, and your ministers call to you, please do not refuse my request, even after death, the ministers want to fight under the king's banner......

…… Your Majesty, Percival is at your command until the end of the world......

…… My king, I am very sorry that my minister Grahide did not follow you to fight to the end, so please do not abandon your minister, please call your minister to your side......

…… My brother, Arthur, I'm Kay, and I don't feel at ease anywhere except the Knights of the Round Table, please don't give up on me, please, don't leave your brother behind......

…… My king, courtier, Lancelot, pray to you for punishment......

…… King Arthur, the minister Gadris calls to you......

…… Majesty, Bowes fights for you......

…… My king, Chenlan Maroke......

…… King, Chancellor Eckert......

…… 陛xià, the minister Balalmid......

…… 陛xià, Chen Lawen......

…… Wang, the minister Yuri......

In the dazzling light, the 'Knight King' Artoria, who was entrusted by countless beliefs, had already changed into a snow-white battle robe and white-gold light armor at this time.

It was a very beautiful sleeveless white gauze robe, with a knee-length skirt like lily petals, revealing the girl's white shoulders and calves, and the armor became light, like an angel's metal feathers braided, shining with holy brilliance, shining with a golden light as the sun.

And Artoria herself, with such a transformation, seems to wash away the dust and burden of her body, and exudes a warm and vast momentum. The long golden hair was not coiled up, but was beautifully tied into a provocative ponytail, which made her whole person full of spirituality and vitality. But the beauty of his unforgivable face is not as good as the nobility and dignity of his gaze. This is exactly the posture condensed by the ideals of the world

Pure white knight king one by one Artoria. Arthur. Pando Ragon