"Sad, Your Highness. Today is the curtain call of the Knight King. And in the end, you can only sweep into the dust of history as garbage, and be gradually forgotten. The man's sneering voice sounded in Consdante's ears like a demon whispering.

With a "click", [Hannibal] knelt on one knee, and his knee was deeply sunk into it, while the giant sword in Achilles' hand continued to increase its strength little by little.

Constance Dante could even feel that the mech's arm was beginning to overwhelm and let out a tooth-aching scream.

"It's over, Knight King!"

As soon as the cold words fell, a black shadow of the incoherent arc of the moon was so fierce that even Cons Dante could not capture the astonishing speed.

I saw that the white holy sword slowly flipped in a graceful arc in the sky, and then plunged straight into the open space dozens of meters behind Constance Dante, and a severed mechanical arm also fell to the ground.

Constance Dante looked incredulously at his severed arm, the smooth incision faintly glittering, as if to indicate what a thunderous sword it was.

Before Constance Dante could react from the shock, the dark golden Achilles' giant claws grabbed the waist of Constance Dante's mecha and lifted [Hannibal] into the air.

Defeat, indisputable defeat! Constance Dante loses...

Ether looked at the tattered body in his hands, but his face showed a hint of boredom and disappointment. It's too easy, is this the strength of the Knight King? He had been waiting for the real Knight King to appear, but his performance today was too disappointing for Ether.

"Is this the Knight King who is called the Knight King of the Extreme Existence? I was so disappointed. I was expecting you to surprise me more, but I miscalculated... I didn't expect you to be so weak. Achilles exerted a slight force, and [Hannibal]'s body suddenly curled up together, and the steel was shattering and twisting. And all this destruction turned into an electric current that stimulated Constante Dante's nerves and destroyed his **.

I wanted to hear the miserable voice of Constance Dante on the radio, but unfortunately there was only the screeching of the radio waves, and beyond that, there was a deathly silence, and Ether couldn't help but feel bored.

"Since it's the rubbish of history, then, please—go to death." With a dangerous smile on his face, the man drove Achilles to exert great force to crush the former knight king in his hands.

・・・・・・

In the dark cockpit, everything affected by the battle was destroyed, including the teenager. Cons Dante, whose head was bleeding, still struggled to hold the mecha's manipulator and struggled to support it.

But consciousness was becoming more and more distracted, and those devilish faces suddenly surrounded Constance Dante. A sea of red blood rushed from the darkness to devour everything.

Don't...

"Why did Your Highness abandon us!?" Countless terrible souls seemed to be howling

Constance Dante suddenly found himself running tirelessly in the midst of a white plain of nothingness, and behind him was a torrent of blood roaring to devour him, and it was not a white plain, but a sea of bones with no end in sight.

A skeleton tugged at Consitan's ankle, sharp knuckles tearing his calves, and they were silently howling his name—

Justine!

Why betray us!

With a pop, Cons Dante fell to the ground without warning, only to see a cold, rancid skull in front of him, a black skeleton, and blood suddenly gushed from its hollow eyes, as if he were crying.

Constance Dante crawled up in horror, but the countless demons behind him were still chasing after him, and the boy wanted to run towards it, but he felt extremely heavy - it turned out that the black skeleton had firmly clamped his torso.

"Stay here, Justinian. Pay the price for your sin! The black skeleton was laughing maniacally.

(How could I die here...) ）

Cons-Dante let out a silent roar, and suddenly, the boy revealed a hideous and tyrannical thing, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to stand up. But to no avail, countless demons gathered like sea sand and drowned everything, turning the white plains into an abyss of blood.

The ghostly wails and demonic howls come and go, turning into the music of hell.

Suddenly, however, a leisurely recorder sounded between heaven and earth, what a familiar tune, as if it had been separated for a long time, but Constance Dante could still vaguely recall the melodious melody.

In the distance, Dante saw a group of green cavalry charge, the tide of blood receded, even the bones were wiped out, everything over the mountains was swallowed up by the tide of green cavalry, until in front of him, Dante Constance realized that it was not cavalry, but the spreading grass, everything was covered by the grassland in an instant. All demons and ghosts vanished into the distant horizon, fleeing away from the grassy plains as if afraid of the light.

The boy was stunned suddenly, because everything in front of him was so familiar.

Constance Dante remembered that it was the plain of Thrace, with the scent of green grass and the fragrance of life, which had once been his home.

Constance Dante muttered to himself: "Turns out, I still remember ・・・・・・"

The boy lay in the grassland, the slight breeze blowing, as if the fear and pain just now had been redeemed in an instant.

The melodious sound of the recorder in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the pure white girl slowly walks through the lush greenery, from vague to clear. Constance Dante's body suddenly trembled slightly, and the distance between him and her became closer and closer.

"Sister Anna!" Constance Dante finally saw the peerless face and blurted out the name that haunted him that night.

The white light shrouded the girl, adding a little emptiness to the sacredness, and Cons-Dante suddenly found that he was no longer the cold boy who sat in a steel shell, but changed back to the boy he had been, resting on his sister's lap and enjoying the peace and beauty of the field, catching insects and scribbling weeds.

The gentle and bright sunlight shines on your body and smells the fragrant breeze. Constance Dante felt drowsy, the boy felt extremely happy at this moment, all the burden was far away from him, even if it was just a dream, Constance Dante hoped never to wake up・・・・・・

The broken mech made a twisting sound, and Ether was still unhurriedly trying to crush Constance Dante in his hands.

"Bang-" There was a loud bang, and the muzzle of the gun shot out a dazzling blazing light straight into Achilles' chest, what a brilliant shot that illuminated the dark crypt.

【Perfect Gun: Gungnir】

The huge destructive power made Ether also have to leave behind Constance Dante's mecha, hold the [Revotin] with both hands, and strive to block this groundbreaking shot.

"Boom-" The huge Achilles' feet were dead on the ground, leaving two deep grooves in the ground.

"Sure enough, it's still a little bit worse." Vivien drooped the blazing muzzle of the gun in the [God Monarch Caesar], and at this time it had been discovered by the other party, and [Gangenir] also overheated, and she had to rely on her to face this devilish man alone.

"Don't try to wrestle with him, wake up Cons, Dante, and let him use [Augustus]!" On the radio came Berheath's instructions, "This is our only hope." ”

"What a dangerous mission!" Vivien pulled out her armor-piercing sword and prepared to attack, although the mech was barely repaired, but it was a fool's dream to fight Achilles.

"But what exactly is [Augustus]?" Vivien asked.

"I'm amazed that my dear fiancée has so much to ask at this time!"

"Fellow other, don't you even joke at times like these. I just don't want to die with doubts. Vivien sneered at each other without changing her face.

On the other side of the radio, the man was silent for a moment before replying, "Okay then." The so-called Augustus is a divine and invincible existence! That's the power that only God has. ”

"Does God have it?" Vivien muttered to herself as she chewed on Berheath's obscure answer. The man's voice came over the radio again, but it was unexpectedly soft.

"Tell you, it's not that you can be ready to die. I'm not ready to be a widower yet. ”

With that, the other party turned off the communication.

Thinking of the cold man's shy appearance, Vivien's face showed a subtle smile.

"It is an honour to be your fiancée, Your Highness Belheath・・・・・・"