The Wind King's enchantment has been unraveled, and the golden sword body no longer has the wind to wrap around to hide his true body.

The glorious golden sword, as if promised a promise of victory, instantly illuminated the dark road where the street lights were extinguished.

The holy sword of the lake held by the noble knight king, who is famous throughout Europe and is well-known in the whole world, easily cuts through the golden sword of steel-

“Excalibur！！！” (Sword of Victory of the Oath!) ）

Countless points of light converged on the golden sword.

Saber's magic was transformed into a holy and pure light, and in this dark night, it was like a ray of light, and all those who saw this light were infected, and the anxiety and uneasiness that had been entrenched in their hearts were swept away in an instant, and became calm and firm.

Under this intense and clear light, no one could say anything.

It was as if this light could lead them to victory.

Seeing this brilliant light rising into the sky, even Iskandar couldn't help but be surprised.

Combined with the resounding Noble Phantasm's real name, he immediately understood who the swordsman in the silver-blue skirt armor was.

Although it was a figure that appeared seven or eight hundred years after his death, as a heroic spirit, the knowledge that was not limited to the times had already made him understand how famous this figure was.

The golden light also infected him.

But, alas, he is not the same as the other party.

What he uses to keep the faith of his warriors in the blood-soaked battlefields, in the endless hell of horror and despair filled with death, is his strength, his iron hooves.

And not what is noble and hopeful.

Although he was infected, there was no change in mood, and the heroic strong man stood on top of the chariot like this, staring at the brilliant golden light, watching the golden light slash down with the holy sword swinging from top to bottom.

Alice Phil, who hid aside with Saber's warning, also had a wonderful feeling in her heart, as if that golden light contained some faith.

However, the female knight holding the black and red knight's spear, looking at the bright light, did not fluctuate.

Or rather.......

Her conviction had long been determined, even if she turned into a dead spirit, even if she turned into a wild hunting body, the noble light emanating from the sword of victory of the oath in front of her, if it touched her, it was only touching, and even less affected than it did to Iskander.

But......

She has no means to fight back.

Facing the soaring light, Artoria, who was holding a black spear, looked at the black and red spear in her hand slightly.

The Wind King's enchantment can be liberated into the Wind King's hammer at will, but the spear in her hand .....

This holy spear, which can unleash the power of light that radiates to the end, needs to meet a few conditions-

If the real name is to be fully liberated, half of the total thirteen restraints must be lifted.

“Seal thirteen！” (13 Restraint Liberation)

“Decision start！” (Commencement of the Roundtable Resolution)

The voice that went straight to her heart echoed between her body and the holy spear.

"The stronger?"

The first question rang out.

"This is a battle against those who are stronger than yourself."

"Admit it." - Bedwell.

A stripe on the black-red spear dissipated as a particle of light.

"Duel?"

"It's a one-on-one battle."

"Admit it." —Palomedes.

The second seal dissipated.

"Elves?"

"It's not, the battle with the elves."

"Admit it." - Lancelot.

The third seal dissipated.

But, for some reason, she heard a sense of rage in it, as if Lancelot was nearby?

She didn't have time to think, and the fourth heart-to-heart question sounded in her heart.

"Selfish desires?"

It was Galahad's voice.

She also replied without hesitation:

"This is a battle without selfish desires."

"Admit it." —Galahad.

The fourth seal was dissolved, and the power of the Spear of the End was once again liberated.

Then, there was the inquiry from Mordred.

"Evil?"

"This is the battle against evil...... "Looking at the noble light, she could not deceive herself, she could not deceive the holy spear.

"I don't admit it." Even you can't deceive yourself, so naturally you can't be lifted.

It was the exact same voice as Mordred's, but she knew it was the voice of the Holy Lance, and like the others, it was Mordred's faith, a fragment of her soul, that she had left in the Holy Lance.

The fifth seal remains.

"Survival?"

"This battle is a fight for survival."

A battle of life and death.

"Admit it." - Kay

Her Knight of the Round Table, the voice of his brother-in-law.

The sixth restraint is untied.

The seventh question comes from the loyal knight, Gahaerys.

"A war that is not a departure from humanity."

"Admit it."

The seventh restraint is untied.

"This is...... The battle to save the world. ”

"I don't admit it."

And this eighth inquiry is exactly the same as his own voice.

And what should have sounded next was Ag Guiwen asking her if this battle was for the sake of truth.

However, at this time, there is no time.

The golden glow has fallen.

It's a pity that not even half of it was liberated, only six restraints were liberated.

However, it is also sufficient.

“…… Grave for you……”

"Holy spear, pull the anchor.

"The Spear That Shines at the End————!"

“Rhongomyniad！” (Rengo Miniad!) ）

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, they also saw that the spear in the hand of the black-armored female knight bloomed with a brilliant spiral of light.

Like the pillars that hold the world together, the bright pillars of light tear apart the "reality", as if they were almost able to separate the world.

Just a little bit.

However, this brilliant pillar of light is still terrifying.

Two infinitely condensed beams of light, one as bright as gold and the other as white.

The light is rushing.

The light is roaring.

The magic was sped up by the unbound rumbling bloodline, turning into a flash of light. The rush of light that erupted unleashed countless swirls of air, engulfing the night and colliding with the spiral of light liberated by the Holy Spear.

Rumble!!!

A terrifying explosion instantly enveloped an area of several kilometers.

This deserted area was destroyed in an instant.

........

"It's a good show."

The Qin people crossed Erlang's legs, sat on the divine seat condensed by quicksand, and watched the battle in the night sky.

"But......." Qin Ren's gaze turned to the other side, the group of temples that appeared on the sea.

"It should be said that you have already begun to work on countermeasures against me?"

"It's a pity......" Qin Ren's gaze turned to the sky, as if he saw a more distant place, "You are not the main body, just a descending servant, and there is no way to counter me with this means." ”

"Also, Nito, Nito, why did you follow Raji down the wrong path, and I specially summoned you."

The pupils of the Qin people shone with evil brilliance.

"However, this is what I want, otherwise it will be boring, I just hope that the other side will come later, at least after I have enjoyed the four battles, otherwise it will be a pity."

PS: Guess who I was talking about in the last paragraph?