The battle of the Heroic Spirits is beyond imagination, especially since Artoria and Lancelot are both powerful types with strong frontal combat, and the visuals of the battle between the two are even more amazing.

If it were just ordinary people, I am afraid that even the rapid movements of the two people would not be able to see clearly, and they could only see two rays of light, one gold and one black, colliding at an extremely fast speed.

Both of them are well-deserved powerhouses in this world, and even the strongest group of people, I saw that both of them moved towards each other quickly, and their fast-moving bodies stepped on the ground, but they didn't make a sound, as if they were as light as ghosts.

But if you look closely, you can find that every step they step on will leave a deep footprint, as if they have been trampled on by a thousand things.

Qiang ......

A metallic clash echoed through the silent woods as the two rapidly moving figures collided.

Immediately, the two quickly dispersed. But Artoria stepped on the ground, forcibly stopped the retreating figure due to the opponent's strength, and then raised her sword and slashed down in the opponent's stunned eyes.

However, Lancelot is also worthy of being the first knight of the Knights of the Round Table, although he was caught off guard, but in the process of retreating, he still dodged Artoria's blow.

Immediately, Lancelot reacted as quickly as he could, flipped his body, dodged Ria's second blow, and then took advantage of the moment when Leah's third blow was needed, and attacked Artoria with the 'Indestructible Lake'.

In the face of Lancelot's attack, Artoria also met it without backing down.

In an instant, the two of them fought, and between the swords and swords, only two figures were shaking.

Knights in armor fought each other against the rising sun.

After decades of getting along day and night, Lancelot's strength, Artoria knows that it is a matchless combat skill that is basically at the top of the world, and she naturally will not despise it in the slightest.

And although Lancelot was bent on death, his offensive was becoming more and more fierce, and the battle with the king for a long time made his blood boil, and he didn't think that the king would be weaker than him, and the first battle of the year could already explain everything.

Back then, Artoria was able to defeat herself at a younger age than herself, so now after so many years of growth, she will only be much stronger than herself.

If it was an ordinary king, he might have gone through so many years, and his strength would not advance but retreat, but Artoria was the one who rushed to the forefront in every battle, and had experienced no less than a hundred bloody battles, so how could he regress in the case of pampering.

Before they knew it, both of them were fighting with all their might, and the roar generated by the roar of magic was endless.

With Artoria and Lancelot as the center, huge mana fluctuations and air currents erupted, and then pressed towards the surroundings.

Wave after wave, like a small pebble thrown into a calm lake, the ripples that spread out in all directions.

Every time the weapons of Artoria and Lancelot collided, at that moment, a huge shock air flow would be generated and raged.

Bent the green skin of the surrounding trees, the grass. Blowing the branches, taking away the leaves.

It's hard to imagine that just a clash between cold weapons would produce this kind of powerful air flow that seems to destroy everything.

The feet that stepped on the ground crushed the earth.

The air pressure brought by the swing of the weapon cut off the big trees on the side.

Now, they were nowhere to be seen, only the sound of the clash of weapons and the constant burst of air.

The grass on the ground is already potholed and dilapidated, and it is impossible to see its original appearance, or if others do not look at the surrounding scenery, it is impossible to find that this is still a green meadow not long ago.

With the swing of the sword, the burst of magic power fell on the grass, overturning one after another, revealing the damp soil. When the two swords clashed, the wind blades that swung out cut into one big tree after another.

The wind whispered.

Faced with a space that was completely contrary to the physical laws of the world, the air around him let out a nervous whimper.

A raging storm raged over the beautiful surrounding landscape, destroying and trampling everything.

"Break the sky. As the two finished fighting, Artoria suddenly shouted softly.

Then, a sharp grinding sound rang out from the holy sword that Ria was rapidly attacking Lancelot, and the blade of the sword struck towards Lancelot with a sound of breaking through the air.

At this moment, as if an illusion, the space around the Sword of Victory of the Oath suddenly contracted, as if it had been squeezed by something, and it felt like it would shatter at any moment. It was as if the sword had passed through the barrier of space, and in just an instant, it had already arrived in front of Lancelot.

Poof......

The sound of the sword entering the flesh sounded, and Lancelot quickly retreated, and then after a certain distance from Artoria, he stopped, but the continuous bleeding abdomen showed that he had been injured just now.

"The king is still so strong. Regardless of his injury, Lancelot said with a smile.

"It's just that you've become weaker, if your speed was enough to dodge before, it seems that there is no supply of mana, and your strength has dropped too much. Artoria didn't have a happy expression and said lightly.

The battle that has not been seen for a long time is the last battle, but the other party can't use all her strength, and she is a little faintly lost.

"There's no way around it, but I'm really happy. Lancelot was not reluctant, and said with a relieved look.

"So have you let yourself go now?" Artoria asked as she watched Lancelot, whose body turned into a little golden light and slowly dissipated.

Lancelot, who was already on the verge of collapse due to lack of magic power, was exacerbated by the battle with Artoria, and his body was injured, and now he could no longer maintain it and began to dissipate between heaven and earth.

"Ah, my long-cherished wish for many years has been fulfilled, and I can let the king kill me with his own hands, and I don't need to continue to sink in the darkness, which is also a kind of redemption for myself. Lancelot said calmly as he watched his body turn into countless light particles.

Nodding, Artoria didn't speak, Lancelot's change, Artoria saw in his eyes. The pitch-black armor slowly disappeared, and the once supreme holy sword in his hand gradually changed back to its former appearance, and began to emit golden light.

These are undoubtedly saying that Lancelot is really redeemed, his heart is no longer tormented, and he finally forgives himself.

"Finally, finally, I want to say to you. Lancelot looked at Artoria as if he had returned to the days when he had fought side by side, and his body had reached the final stage of its collapse, and he said with the last of his strength.

"Are you..... Best of the king......"