"Richard, you ......"

Artoria was going to say something.

However, Richard I, on the other side, only gently took off a button on his sleeve.

Then he flicked the button in our direction!

Bang!

An incomparably holy golden light suddenly emanated from his hand, as if it was about to sweep the entire British army into it!

"Not good!"

The girl immediately made a decision, jumped into the air, and the holy sword in her hand also emitted golden light, heading towards Richard.

Boom!

In the shocked eyes of everyone, two golden rays of light collided in the center and poured into each other.

It took a long time for both sides to disappear at the same time, and everything returned to calm.

Although she was a backhand, Artoria reacted quickly enough to block the attack before the ordinary soldiers received the wave.

"Stand back! Don't get in the way of the king's battle! ”

Lancelot shouted orders in all directions, directing his army to retreat.

The battle between the Heroic Spirits is not something they can participate in at all, and if they stay, it will become our scruples, and we dare not let go of the battle.

"Sure enough...... You also have the power of the holy sword in your hands......"

Artoria stared at Richard opposite without blinking, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, there is an unparalleled admiration for you in my heart, Ancestor." Richard the Lionheart smiled softly and said, "Every day, I hold myself to the standard of a true knight and king. And just as I had hoped, the Holy Sword also chose me. ”

"In that case, you should not lose your trust in the Holy Sword and do what you are supposed to do......" The girl also tried to pull the other party back on track.

"What I should do is what I should do now!" Richard I retorted without hesitation, "Ancestor, as you said, chivalry is a spirit, and I have extended this concept to military and armament. In my hands, any item can be converted into a holy sword that can be used once. I am the inheritor of the concept of the Holy Sword, and you have to admit it, Ancestor! ”

"This guy...... He's kind of similar to me......"

Lancelot frowned slightly from behind.

As legend goes, Lancelot has the ability to transform anything around him into a weapon that only he can use. Once, he was attacked by the enemy with his bare hands, but he repelled everyone with a single branch.

Richard...... Stop it, you don't really control the Holy Sword like this, it's just a superficial shortcut. Artoria shook her head at Richard, "You have never fought with the Holy Sword in your hand, you don't understand the spirit and faith in it, but you are only pursuing its power. If you continue like this, sooner or later you will lose your mind and go to the devil's path. ”

"Really? But this power is what I need, and with this ability, I can send any treasure of the Holy Sword in succession without worrying about the consumption of mana. Richard shook his head, "But what about you, ancestor, using one power equal to the treasure of the city, and now the magic power in your body is also violently consumed, and you can't withstand the second shot, right?" ”

As he spoke, he pulled a button from his cuff again.

"I have a total of five buttons on my sleeve, and I have already used one before, which means that I can fire the holy sword four times. If you have time to teach me, let's think about how to block the next attack! ”

Richard said, flicking his fingers again in our direction.

Boom Boom!

The power of the Holy Sword, which was no different from before, exploded and turned into an incomparably brilliant golden light!

"And me!"

Joan of Arc stepped forward suddenly, slamming the flag in her hand to the ground.

Buzz –

The flag stood on the ground, and a transparent arc protective cover with a diameter of about 10 meters was formed around with Joan of Arc as the center.

Boom!

The brilliance of the holy sword slashed directly at the shield.

Sneering –

There was a burning sound in my ears, and I saw that Joan of Arc's defenses were being cut down, and the thickness of the protective shield was gradually shortening.

Eight meters ...... Five-meter ...... Three-meter ...... One meter ......

Finally, when the protective shield had shrunk to the point where it was almost attached to Joan of Arc's body, adding even a little more strength would destroy it on the spot—

The light of the holy sword finally dimmed.

"Whew......" Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, her eyes froze, and her arms jerked around.

"-Broken!"

The defensive shield, which had been compressed to the extreme, was suddenly stretched open again by Joan of Arc.

Rumble!

The power of the holy sword at the end of the strong crossbow was also shattered together, turning into points of light and floating in the air.

"It can actually block the full power of the holy sword, and the heroic spirit with the power of judgment is really extraordinary." Lee glanced at Joan of Arc, and his expression revealed a hint of appreciation, "So, you detected my identity in the first place." ”

“…… You won't win, even if it's the number of Heroic Spirits, our side has an absolute advantage. Joan of Arc replied calmly.

"Really? But it seems to me that the magic in your body has also been exhausted, and there is no way to take another blow. Richard shook his head and said, "I can still unleash the Holy Sword three times, but you don't have anyone left to block the attack." ”

He was right, Artoria and Joan of Arc were running out of magic, and Nero was temporarily unable to fight after losing the Golden Theater.

The rest of the Heroic Spirits were either deprived of their power by the world, or their own spirits were not strong enough.

"That's not necessarily, you're not the only one who can copy the Holy Sword."

Merlin suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, grinning, and beautiful flowers fluttering around him.

"Oh? Even the world's watchers have appeared, and the battle to welcome me is really big. Li glanced at Merlin, and the corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised, "Although I am not your opponent, if you make a move, those higher-level existences behind me will have a reason to appear, don't you know?" ”

"That's exactly what makes it possible."

Merlin smiled lightly, then stepped out of the way.

Behind him, Lancelot held a sword, his eyes burning like a real flame.

"My king, please entrust your holy sword to your subordinates for the time being, if such an unscrupulous descendant is handled by you personally, it will be too cheap." Lancelot tilted his head slightly and bent down at Artoria, "Let your most trusted subordinate in your life take your place in the next battle!" ”

“…… My friend, over to you, don't let me down. ”

The girl groaned for a moment, then handed the sword into his hand.

"Yes, my king!"

“……”

Seeing Lancelot take over the holy sword so naturally, Richard's expression was a little gloomy.

"Who are you who dare to accept the inheritance of our ancestor Arthur in my name?"