Chapter 103: A decisive battle to the death, the day when the gods are shot down
He is determined to kill the thief but unable to save himself. This is the situation of Ageguiwen.
There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides now. Let alone him, even if the Crouching Dragon and Phoenix are reborn, they will not be able to turn the tide.
The Lion King's actions have aroused public outrage. She is not of the same mind as the mastermind behind the incineration of the human body, and she is also opposed to Chaldea, the human body restoration organization. Neither party is pleased.
Therefore, she is neither recognized by the Justice League nor welcomed by the real evil forces. She is in an embarrassing situation where she only wants to protect herself, but she offends both good and evil at the same time.
It is completely against the will of God. I can only say that the Prime Minister tried his best.
Agguiwen looked at the city filled with gunpowder smoke, with almost all the buildings collapsed and reduced to ruins, his eyes darkened.
He is not a likeable person.
Evil and indifferent, ruthless, a villain or a treacherous minister, this is the impression most people have of him. Even among the Knights of the Round Table, no one is close to or likes him.
But he didn't care, he just wanted to assist King Arthur to continue the rule of Britain.
As long as the city of Camelot still stands on the earth, he will have a place to live and a goal to strive for.
The city of Camelot was rebuilt in Jerusalem, making it picturesque and magnificent, with clear water from pools and fountains, and barns filled with grain and corn... Everything was like a paradise on earth.
Even when people look up at it from a distance, they can't help but admire its beauty.
No one knows how much energy he spent and how much effort he devoted to maintaining the city and the rule of the Lion King.
He rarely has the emotion of anger because he doesn't think anger is meaningful and anger does not help solve problems.
But when the city was trampled by the leader of the army and turned into ruins under his iron fist that shook the world, Agguiwen finally became angry.
He was not angry at Lane and the coalition for destroying the city he had worked so hard to maintain.
Regarding this, how many villages and towns did the Lion King use "Holy Judgment" to destroy, and how many Saracens were killed or made homeless?
As an executioner and a sinister villain, he never accuses anyone in the name of morality. He is not that pretentious.
Skills are not as good as death by human hands. There is nothing to hate or be angry about, even if someone is torn into pieces.
What made him really angry was Ren's attitude...
Agguiwen looked at the soldier master, who was also a member of the Knights of the Round Table in other worlds. His face was very cold, and his gloomy eyes were as deep as the night.
This cold, abyss-like look made Ren feel a little chilly.
After a few seconds, Agguiwen said:
"Mr. Ren En, although you are also a Knight of the Round Table, you have no sense of belonging or identification with Camelot... Maybe you are too young, maybe you joined too late, but──"
Before he could respond, he stepped on the handrail and jumped down from the tower-shaped turret.
Clang!
With a flash of cold light, he pulled out the sharp sword from his waist, and with a resolute and indifferent attitude, walked along the broken street in the center towards Ren, Scathach, Hato Tota and other coalition heroes.
Walk past the collapsed building.
Walk through the dilapidated garden.
Walking past flags filled with flames and smoke...
His steps were firm, his aura was strong, and his black armor was as hard as steel. The originally depressed guerrilla knights raised their heads and watched silently as this man passed by them.
The black cloak rustled in the cold wind, and Agguiwen came facing the sight of tens of thousands of coalition troops holding a sword.
His dark eyes swept across Fujimaru Ritsuka, Sigurd, Scathach, Leonardo da Vinci... No matter who he faced, there was no trace of wavering or fear in his eyes.
Finally, he fixed his sight on Ren and raised the sword in his hand:
"As a senior, let me teach you today what a knight is!
Wouldn't it be ridiculous to say surrender? So what if we are at a disadvantage, even if we face death, even if our country is ruined and our family is destroyed, even if there is no hope for the future?
It’s just a burial!
It has nothing to do with courage or justice, I just don’t know what giving up means before I die!”
There is no shouting, no impassionedness, this is just stating a fact.
"Okay, I understand what you mean."
Ren's eyes were sharp and he looked at this man with a smile on his lips, "I was rash, Mr. Aggui Wenqing.
Let me see the faith condensed in Camelot and witness the final glory of the knights. Come on, let’s have the ultimate battle!”
"Okay, that's exactly what I meant."
Agguiwen nodded, his eyes swept around, and his tone was very cold, "Are they all dead? If not, come die with me now!"
Without waiting for anyone to respond, without boosting morale, without shouting or roaring, he rushed forward directly.
He doesn't force anyone, he can leave if he's afraid, and he's willing to die to follow, it's that simple.
No matter how bad it is, it's just a matter of rushing in alone...
"Cough cough, cough cough..."
Next to a collapsed building on the side of the street, Xiao Mo forced her way out of the rubble while covering her bloody shoulders. She looked at the black knight in front of her and cursed, "Are you rushing so fast to reincarnate? Wait for me."
After saying this, she burst out laughing, gripped the magic sword that glowed with dark red blood, and launched a charge.
Afterwards, Tristan and Gawain also climbed up from the ruins with difficulty. Their bodies were stained with blood, their armors were covered with dust, they were seriously injured, and their strength was not the same. However, they still silently launched the charge.
"Knights, charge!!"
"It's the last battle, the whole army charges! Let's end it like this!"
"Kill! Kill, oh oh oh oh oh..."
Except for a few of the remaining thousands of knights, they all followed the steps of a few heroic spirits and launched a final, desperate charge!
The setting sun dyed the ground red, and tragic shouts echoed throughout the ruined city.
They just ran towards the enemy, towards the dusk, towards death...
"..."
The soldiers and heroic spirits of the coalition looked silently at this group of knights who sacrificed their lives to fight. This is the battlefield where chivalry has withered, its last blood and its last glory.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Looking at the knights rushing toward them like moths to the flame, Mashu's eyes were a little unbearable, and Fujimaru Ritsuka also lowered his eyes.
This was an egg against a stone. Siegfried and the Knights of the Round Table were all seriously injured, and their combined strength was less than three thousand...
We can't win anymore, so let's die together.
They can understand this belief without saying much. In fact, even if the goddess's final ritual is successful, these knights will not be able to board the ship to the next era.
Destined to die, destined to fight bloody battles with nothing to gain in the end, it seems particularly sad.
Ren's eyes were deep and he waved his hand gently: "The whole army attacks!"
Heartless?
The knights have the belief that they must die, and they also have the reasons why they must win.
In the confrontation between two indestructible wills, one party is destined to suffer a bloody blow.
Miso miso......
Tens of thousands of coalition troops did not shout, but silently raised their shields, spears, and swords, and charged at the group of knights with sonorous steps as neat as a drum.
Come on, the final showdown.
Clang… Clang!
People and horses from both sides clashed, blood burst out, and the sound of blades clashing came one after another, mixed with people's angry roars, selfless shouts, and miserable screams...
It was so brutal that both sides instantly became red-eyed.
Blood and the setting sun dye the sky and the city red, and the loss of countless lives pushes this tragic song of blood and fire to its climax!
At this time, the goddess also stood up from the top of the star-gazing tower. Her body was wrapped in the light of the holy spear and passed through the "holy sheath" covering the inner city.
The storm was howling, and the space passage above the center of the inner city was stabilizing. She needed to take action to hold it back for the last ten minutes.
At least the war leader cannot be allowed to try to break the holy sheath. If the inner city is destroyed, the success will be completely defeated.
"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor... and shine brightly at the end!"
Standing on the top of the holy scabbard and looking down at the battlefield, the goddess' golden eyes met the silver eyes of the enemy on the eaves. She raised the glorious holy spear without hesitation regardless of her injuries.
"Excalibur!"
Renn raised the holy sword, and countless golden particles gathered from the streets, gardens, and ruins. Bathed in the light, he looked so dazzling and majestic.
"Divide the world, open up civilization...Holy Sword of Light, final liberation!!"
Artoria also jumped onto a building. The light on the new holy sword continued to condense and compress, and the photon energy was dazzling.
The two of them struck at the goddess at the same time, the photons roared, and the mighty torrent of flashes gathered together. The energy instantly surged and sublimated, forming a ray of light that penetrated the sky!
At the same time, the goddess also waved the holy spear, and the golden spiral light cone tore apart the laws of the world and blasted it down!
Boom──!!
Two giant shining pillars that reached the sky and the earth collided, and the boiling particle flames strangled and surged, and finally expanded into a huge golden sun, almost burning down the void!
The high temperature distorted the atmosphere, and the continuously erupting solar storm almost instantly burned the soldiers below to coke and ashes.
The wave destroyed the world, but this still could not stop the coalition forces and knights who were red-eyed.
They ignored it and continued to fight desperately. Their blood was the flag and their screams were the drums. They vented their crazy killing intent and blood to their heart's content.
clang!
Fujimaru Ritsuka used his ganshou to hold a knight and slashed at his sword. He swung Moye and cut off the enemy's head with one sword!
The blood spurted onto his face and flowed down with sweat.
He was breathing heavily, his muscles ached all over his body, and he was very tired. He could only feel the blood in front of his eyes, the shouts of death, screams, explosions... They were madly torturing his nerves, making him unable to think or relax.
The earth is bleeding.
The sky is burning.
Life, death, soul, blood...
Everything is so crazy, everything is so scary.
This is the battlefield. He has seen it many times before, but this is the first time he has participated in it so deeply and felt so strongly the blood and cruelty of this meat grinder.
This is hell.
There is an afterimage in the eyes, blood red, death, blood red, death...
Everything he saw was the color of blood, and everything he touched was the sting of being burned and melted by the golden sun in the sky.
Next to him, a knight raised his sword and slashed at his head.
With the tiger's mouth cracked, he could no longer lift the sword. He didn't know when he started to move away from Matthew and Leonardo da Vinci. It seemed that death had come.
Surprisingly, he had no fear.
He was very tired and just wanted to lie down.
He had killed four people, and now it was his turn. There seemed to be nothing left to say.
Life here is worthless and can be trampled on at will. Excitement, fear, pain, joy, sadness... people's emotions have become numb little by little in the killing.
puff!
Blood flowers bloomed, and a flaming arrow hit the knight's chest, and he fell at his feet.
Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head subconsciously, her body went limp, and was supported by a hand from the visitor.
"In pain? Confused?"
"Yes, I... I don't know what I am doing, except mechanically swinging the sword, swinging the sword, killing, killing... I can't communicate, I can't understand, I can't stop.
I feel scared, nothing is more like hell than this place.
Justice, evil, love, friendship, law, morality, joys and sorrows... Everything created by human civilization seems worthless here, as cheap and humble as weeds in the wind..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a trembling voice.
He looked at the great ancient Persian hero in front of him with hopeful eyes, as if he wanted to get an answer.
Arash's black hair was still eye-catching, and his face no longer had the cheerful and clean smile it usually had, but it also didn't have that ferocious and brutal anger, nor the crazy and bloodthirsty killing intent.
It's very rare that he still feels like a normal person of flesh and blood.
Very ordinary and very real.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you an answer or answer your questions. After all, I'm not a wise philosopher."
Arash supported the last master of mankind with a gentle voice.
He helped him up and looked into his eyes: "I don't like war, but it does happen from time to time and it is inevitable."
"Then why did you try to stop that war at all costs?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked.
"Probably, I don't want those kind people and the children to lose their smiles. I never wanted to be a hero. The most ordinary happiness is what I want to protect."
"That's it." Fujimaru Ritsuka murmured softly.
"I'm leaving, take care."
Arash took the big bow and walked to one side.
His steps were steady and his back was not tall, but Fujimaru Ritsuka felt at ease, and he also felt a kind of tremor - he would never see him again.
"you……"
"Don't be sad, friend, you can't keep me, and you can't protect everyone.
What we can do is to do as much as possible. Many things may not have any meaning. It is just that I hope to live, and everyone must think so too, that is enough."
Arash's voice has a special gentleness.
The dusk light lengthened his back. It was not blood red. It was the first time Fujimaru Ritsuka saw such a soft color on the battlefield.
boom!!
High in the sky, the light cannons released by the two holy swords and the holy spear collided again, intertwining into a sun and burning the sea of clouds!
Arash stood in a small corner of the battlefield and slowly raised his bow.
"After any heroic spirit releases the Noble Phantasm, there will be a gap, and the body will become stiff for a moment."
"The difference is only the length of time. The Lord God probably only has a gap of less than 0.01 seconds, which is difficult to capture."
"When the Sun King or the Knight King and I fight against the goddess, among the others, you have advanced clairvoyance and are a first-class archer. Only you can capture..."
The soldier's words echoed in his ears.
After observing the war for so long, he just grasped the opportunity.
boom!
At the heart, the man-made Holy Grail shattered in an instant and turned into a huge amount of magic power, which exploded... like a tsunami, the magic power flowed into his limbs and bones, covering his whole body with a layer of brilliance!
Arash stared at the goddess in the wind for a long time, and finally, he slowly pulled out the bowstring.
“O my Lord, who is as holy as the sun!
O my Lord who bestows all wisdom, dignity, and strength!
Please appreciate my sincerity, my faith, and my strength!
Behold, O Creator of the stars and the moon!
Witness my deeds, my end, the sacred devotion (Spenta Armaiti) I will accomplish!
After delivering this blow that risked my whole body,
My strong body will be shattered immediately!
────Meteor Ichijo (Stella)!!”
The bow and arrows were fully drawn, and his grass-green clothes were instantly stained with blood!
The next second, he let go of the bowstring, and his strong EX body collapsed like an avalanche under the setting sun, leaving only a resolute cry of death that echoed for a long time.
boom!
Dividing Yin and Yang, an aurora cuts through the sky!
Beautiful, gorgeous, the legendary all-out arrow, the ultimate shot.
The arrow of dawn that crossed the sky and sea and divided the earth, the blow that ended the sixty-year war between Persia and Turku, was like a ray of dawn, like a comet!
puff!
After a round of fighting, the goddess just put down the holy spear. The comet aurora penetrated her chest at an unimaginable speed, and a huge flower of blood bloomed!
She looked at the place where the magic dissipated with surprised eyes. There was no one there.
Her legs lost balance, the goddess's palms loosened, and the Star Spear and blood-stained body fell from the sky...
