As the most explosive combat class, the warrior is a user of fighting spirit that fuses body and will.

In the period leading up to the Golden Legend rank, the class had far less staying power than a spellcaster who harnessed the elements of nature with mental power.

Nearly an hour of evenly matched, regardless of attrition of the battle of life and death.

Especially when the two powerhouses in the sky shook the sky for the last time, and after the battle between the two powerhouses in the sky and the qi waves pierced the sky, the blood knight Dafid Latiss turned into a streamer of light and rushed towards the crimson figure.

All the noble knights on the ground who could still look up at the sky normally were nervous.

They knew that the battle in the sky had entered its most intense moment.

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Damn it! Your Highness's current situation is not good!

Under the silver hair as brilliant as the morning light, and under the pale golden sun in the center of her forehead, Gao Wen frowned slightly as she stared at the battle.

As one of the strongest existences in the English Islands, the strength of the Dou Qi was almost half a step away from the two powerhouses in the sky.

The Sun Knight could naturally see that Daffield Latiss had beaten Artoria hard once in the battle just now.

His right hand clenched slightly, holding the "Sword of Victory of the Wheel" on his waist・・・・・・

Then, the jade hand that had been suddenly appearing on her shoulder, pressing down slightly, interrupted her next action.

Looking back, I saw that it was indeed Lancelot's flowing purple hair, gently swaying the show.

And.

Next to the purple-haired knight of the lake, Edward in the holy white robe looked at the solemn gaze of the bright light on the hilt of the holy sword on the stone of gold, which everyone present had ignored at the moment・・・・・・

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Artoria, in the sky, holding the sword of the red dragon, withdrew her gaze from her people, the liquid red dragon helmet once again wrapped around her head.

The image of the majestic man who held himself on his lap and muttered his teachings when he was a child came to Artoria's mind for a long time.

"The glory of the Pendragon family lies in its protection!"

Riding on a tall warhorse, the majestic middle-aged man beckoned to her kindly, and behind him was an army of knights who were preparing to go to the battlefield of the Demon Calamity.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight!"

In the dimly lit basement of the Helpac family castle, a majestic figure with a golden grueling spirit caressed her forehead.

"My child."

"You will pull out the holy sword in that stone and be crowned king!"

On the red dragon armor helmet mixed with crimson and blue, the girl's eyes exuded a firmness that was different from before, and ・・・・・・

Majesty!

The last vestiges of Artoria's mortal thoughts of existence and the past were finally shattered at this most critical moment!

On that Camelot's eternal stone of gold.

For nearly 3,000 years, this holy sword has been the supreme symbol of the British Camelot Kingdom, and has been silent for more than ten years!

It seems that at this moment, it feels the arrival of its Heavenly Destiny holder.

It was as if I had suddenly woken up from my slumber!

Except for Edward, Gao Wen, and Lancelot, almost everyone was caught off guard at this moment.

This long sword, which carries the power and glory of the King of Camelot, bursts out at this moment with a golden light that is beyond ordinary people's imagination, full of majesty and holiness.

The incomparably brilliant poetry is about to be written, and the history of the magical world with glory and blood donation has finally turned the page that represents the "past" at this moment.

On the ordinary sword body of the Saint Stone Sword, the bloodline sealing circle imposed by those silver-rank ring mages for more than ten years suddenly appeared with a light purple mystical rune.

An unimaginable, unusually dazzling golden light lit up from the very core of the sword body, and with a strong will familiar to Edward, it rushed towards those seemingly powerful lilac seals.

Yes, a seemingly powerful seal!

"Boom!"

In this force, which was enough for Edward, who was currently half-step third-order, to truly face up, almost in an instant, he broke through those dense mystical runes.

It was as if a golden sun had risen from the ground.

Spanning the long river of time, the power of transcending the dust of history formed a powerful pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and shrouded towards the crimson figure in the sky.

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Almost instantly, Artoria's figure was enveloped by a powerful pillar of light from the ground.

Finally ready to bear the glory and responsibility of the Pendragon family for thousands of years.

Driven by the power of the Sword of the Sacred Stone and the golden fighting essence instilled by King Uther inside, the will has finally been sublimated beyond imagination!

The crimson fighting qi that was originally like a flame, but in a very short period of time, it transformed into a more powerful, purer, and more domineering red-gold fighting qi.

The law of airflow, which was originally reluctantly interfered with by a strong will, was like a fish meeting water, and it couldn't wait to be contained by that pure fighting power.

Those gold and silver fighting qi that was originally covered with armor and blocking the repair of nanoparticles were instantly bounced away by the red-gold fighting qi, turning into faint energy threads, flying weakly towards the sky.

Half-kneeling in the void, he was engrossed in preparing to meet Artoria who was facing the Blood Knight.

I only felt that the speed of Dai Fei Latis, who had turned into a streamer, was getting slower and slower, and his strength seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

It seems that with a slight flick of the tip of the sword, you can ・・・・・・

"Just!"

It's the sound of swords clashing.

"Buzz!"

It was the long sword named after Wales, which came out of his master's hand, and flew through the sky like a hummingbird flickering its wings.

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The golden beam of light that rose from the sword in the stone and penetrated the sky and the earth, although it only formed for a moment, quietly dispersed.

But everything in the old era dissipated with the flickering of the golden light.

The two originally evenly matched coercion in the sky were suddenly replaced by a powerful and shocking coercion that far exceeded any previous force by more than a hundred times.

Except for Edward and the 6 powerful high-ranking knights, all the noble knights couldn't help but throw themselves to the ground.

Even those powerhouses who were invincible in the past, the silver median and below, had to kneel half-off.

As the golden-red fighting figure that held the neck of Daffield Latis, which was burning with a viscous amount like a wave, appeared silently in front of the stone of metal treatment, as if teleporting.

Except for our Edwards.

The remaining six great knights also slowly knelt down.

"Bump!"

Defid Latis, who was unconscious, was easily left behind by the powerful figure.

The overwhelming wave of will and fighting spirit slowly entered the body, and the red and blue helmet turned into liquid again, merging into the shoulder armor of the red dragon armor.

The blonde maiden, Artoria Pendragon, with her golden fur standing tall again in excitement.

The morning sun in the sky rose to the top of the main castle tower of King Camelot at this moment, and it had quietly transformed into a pale golden soft sunlight, gilding the surface of Artoria's red dragon armor with an epic golden streamer.

At this moment, all the knights and nobles stared at the blonde girl in front of them with expectant eyes.

Artoria turned her head to look at Edward, who responded with the same look of encouragement and trust.

Go back again.

She walked slowly to the Stone of Healing, which had witnessed all the kings of the Camelot Pandaragon family.

Scenes from the past that Artoria had experienced came back to her mind like fragments.

In the sky of the royal city, on the ground of the Enchanted Castle, on the back of the massive Kitari dragon・・・・・・ the scene freezes in the basement of the castle.

The low chant of her father, King Uther, echoed in her ears.

"My child,

From the moment you were born,

The whole island of England is chanting the name:

Artoria.

O my children,

I've watched you grow day by day.

Remember, we rule the kingdom with the power of the red dragon and the wisdom of the round table.

Guarding the people of Britain.

However, the war against the demons continues.

Only constant victory,

It is the hope that inspires the people.

Remember

Grief and regret do not belong to us.

One day, you will pull out the holy sword in that stone!

Coronation as king! ”

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Yes!

Both hands grasped the hilt of the sword in the stone in his hand.

I will be crowned king!

With a slight force on his hands, the holy sword in the stone that had made countless powerful knights in this country powerless for more than ten years was easily pulled out by the blonde girl!

The blade of the sword, in the bright sun and the golden-red fighting qi that surged like a wave, flashed with dazzling light!

At this moment, the huge coercion appeared evenly on the shoulders of every 80w person in King Camelot.

As all the people of King Camelot slowly knelt down, a beautiful and soft female voice appeared in the ears of each of them.

"My people!"

"I! Artoria Pendragon! ”

"At this moment, he is officially enthroned as the monarch of the Kingdom of British Camelot!"

"You may call me a-"

In the solemn atmosphere of the square, Edward bowed his head to maintain the solemnity of the scene, but his powerful spiritual perception could easily feel that Artoria looked at himself at this moment, and a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"King Arthur!"

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"This is the army you prepared for me?"

The black-haired girl under the strange black robe, her eyes did not show joy or anger, and she stared at the head of an evil tarantula suspended beside her and whispered.

In this large and dark cavern, countless strange shapes, but very different very fresh demon corpses flowed out with inky black blood, and through a magic circle that exuded a strong evil aura, it turned into a miserable green lake under her feet.

Countless tall humanoid bodies floated and rose in the green lake, and the miserable green energy burned violently on them like a fighting spirit.

"That's right, my honorable master!"

The head of the evil tarantula, which seemed to be more illusory than before, was obviously much more honest, but its voice was still so shrill and eerie.

"I call them the Green Knight!"

"Legion!"

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(To be continued.) )