Her feet left two deep marks on the ground, her arms were somewhat broken, and her shoulders were dislocated, but——
Made it through!
The city gates of Camelot finally blocked the impact of the holy spear from the end of the world!
Matthew only felt a little dizzy. When the holy light disappeared, she was holding the round table swaying, as if she was about to fall down at any time.
Fujimaru Ritsuka hurriedly came over and helped Mashu to prevent her from falling.
"Senior, what should we do next?" There was a little helplessness in Masuo's voice.
His hands were broken and he could no longer fight.
"It doesn't matter." Fujimaru Ritsuka finally had a sad smile on her face.
"Mr. Anno...has..."
Follow Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze——
It was a round ball, like a bubble, that could break at any time.
Inside the bloody ball, thick scarlet mist rolled.
Snapped.
The blood bubble burst, and the warrior who was no longer a knight stood there.
He raised his head, his eyes already dim.
But what replaced him was the magic power that had become extremely powerful.
That is the last strength gained by giving up the hope of living and using one's own blood and life.
"Blood-soaked..."
"Chalk."
Chapter completed!