As if they had felt the coming of death, all the courage, hope, and hatred of the revolutionary army had reached the limit at this moment, and they stumbled to the ground, their eyes wide in horror, and they looked at the light of death blooming in front of them with unwillingness.

And yet, under that scarlet glow.

The figure of a young girl arrived first.

All of them saw a fluttering flag.

"My god is here!"

Joan of Arc plunged the flag flying straight into the ground, clenched her hands in a gesture like a prayer, and at this moment, the golden light was magnificent, even covered with scarlet light in an instant, and the two collided fiercely, but it was not as earth-shattering as everyone imagined.

Rather, it was quiet.

The red light, which represents death and destruction, dissipates like snowmelt, while the golden light, which symbolizes hope and protection, covers the entire world.

Everyone was bathed in this golden light.

They felt their own peaceful and peaceful hearts, the feeling of being guarded, and the presence of all of them under the fluttering flag.

- God.

Everyone couldn't help but fall to their knees, lying on the land protected by God, like a wronged child returning to his mother's arms, crying loudly.

Even the generals of the revolutionary army.

Including Bartlet.

This is the power of Joan of Arc now, using her original strength.

At this moment.

Seleuc, who was watching from a short distance, seemed to be shocked.

She had seen the hatred in Heizhen's eyes that seemed to devour the world, but at this moment, it was like a god who wanted to protect everyone's care.

She seemed to suddenly understand.

Giving all love to those you should love, and giving all your hate to those you should hate, this is the way of life that Joan of Arc showed her.

It should also be the most suitable for her lifestyle.

Estes, who had experienced all this up close, was also shocked.

What struck her was this power.

"Easily blocked the attack of the Supreme Emperor, and sheltered such a huge land......" Estes stared at Joan of Arc tightly, his throat feeling dry for the first time ever, "It turns out that you are the most powerful person?" ”

She really didn't think of it.

The one who fights with herself is not the most powerful person, but the really powerful is the existence that she ignores from beginning to end.

Artoria: "??? ”

"Do you think I'm weak?" She couldn't help but say, "I can't ignore it, so let you see one-tenth of my true strength." ”

"Let's use one-fiftieth." Joan of Arc interjected at this time, "Don't be willful, if you say a tenth, the imperial capital may be destroyed by you, one-fiftieth is enough, we just need to defeat the most powerful enemies and let those revolutionary armies know what to do." ”

As he spoke, the golden light had slowly dissipated.

The frustrated little emperor doesn't seem to be planning to give up.

The red light condenses again.

However, people are no longer afraid, because the residual emotions of the golden light remain in their hearts.

Everyone looked up at the slowly rising figure.

"Then one in the fifties." Artoria seemed to be eager to fly, facing the red light, and raised the sword in her hand, "Look closely, Estes, this is the symbol of the king's power, victory and glory, Ex-calibur!" ”

As if to show everyone the power that was truly condensed from themselves, Artoria and Joan of Arc chose their own treasures instead of choosing the skills that came out of the jar.

The sword that condensed the power of faith and oath gathered in her hand formed a lightsaber that pierced through the heavens and the earth, and then swung down fiercely towards the emperor in front of her with a shout.

The light of the lightsaber goes head-to-head with the scarlet light.

The power of the Emperor Gu could not even stalemate for a moment.

Completely one-sided ablation.

After the light of the lightsaber ended, even the thick clouds in the sky were split in two by this sword, and the sunlight sprinkled from the sword marks, shining on the entire imperial capital.

Everyone saw it clearly.

The entire upper body of the Supreme Emperor, which symbolized the power of the empire and symbolized the glory of the millennium, had completely dissolved, and collapsed along with the imperial palace of the empire.

It's over.

All of them were bathed in the sun, and they all looked like they were in a trance.

They looked at each other and patted each other on the shoulder, as if this had finally eased up.

They won!

Some people wanted to cheer, but they quickly suppressed themselves, and everyone looked at the two girls standing at the front with adoring eyes.

No, two gods.

From the beginning to the end, they did not engage in any battle, and the strength displayed by either Estes or the Supreme Emperor that suddenly appeared behind them was far from being able to win.

It was supposed to be a battle of despair and death.

It should have been.

But!

The gods have descended.

All can be assured that in the biographies of decades, centuries from now, people will say that two gods from heaven led people to destroy the evil empire and save the world.

They may have erected statues of gods in various parts of the empire.

Plant a church.

Pray for God's mercy and blessing.

Just thinking about it like this, it's so beautiful that it makes people want to cry.

Artoria slowly landed in mid-air, looked at the night raiders who were approaching this side, and then at Estes, who seemed to be stunned, and seemed to want to laugh, but for the sake of the king's majesty, she still held back.

"How?" She asked, "The sword of victory of this king's oath." ”

What else can Estes say?

Is this the power of one-fifty?

Even she was in a bit of a trance at this time.

She seemed to recall the first time, when she came to the imperial capital alone and saw the power and magic of the imperial envoy for the first time.

That's a power beyond imagination.

Estes was extremely sure, and then, his gaze became feverish.

"Are you gods? No, the being who has this power is God, so how can we have such power? ”

For Estes, the pursuit of fighting and the pursuit of strength is her instinct and her wish.

Najeta, who had arrived in the air, heard this.

He pursed his lips and sighed.

"You're still the same."

However, Estes only glanced at her, and immediately turned his head to look at Artoria again.

She has no defeated men in her eyes.

"You'll know when it's all over." Artoria replied, "As I said, what separates us is not strength or faith, but the world. ”