Chapter 1,216 [All chains are brokenBeyond the Lake Light]
The power of the holy sword is usually terrifying.
Just like the holy swords of Artoria, Anno, and Gawain, they erupt with shining and extremely destructive beams of light on the battlefield, which can directly destroy the entire battlefield and make all enemies tremble and fear.
In fact, Lancelot and the holy sword in his hand are the same.
The four holy swords are all the masterpieces of the Lake Fairy Vivian. Although they may be slightly different in the nature of their power, the power they display is very similar.
The other three holy swords can destroy the battlefield and release the holy light and the indestructible lake light. There is no reason why they can't.
And in fact, during his lifetime, Lancelot did often use the Indestructible Lake Light to release the lake-blue light on the battlefield, clearing obstacles for Britain and opening up its territory.
But, he can't do it now.
The royal court of Camelot was in turmoil, and he and Mordred transformed into wild beasts. Mordred slashed Palestine, and he killed Gareth.
Mordred did not actually kill her companions, and the sword she used was not a holy sword, so the "punishment" she had to endure was not severe.
Lancelot, on the other hand, bore the price of killing his colleagues along with the holy sword in his hand.
The Holy Sword has been contaminated, and it can no longer truly release the light that belongs to the Holy Sword.
but......
As Gareth exited, some golden light spots, blown by the wind and sand, fell on Lancelot and the Indestructible Lake Light.
It was like a beautiful hand holding a handkerchief with a strawberry pattern and gently wiping Lancelot.
The purple-black color on the holy sword faded away, and a powerful feeling burst out from Lancelot's spiritual energy.
His eyes finally regained their perseverance.
Buzz——
"The bravery that has reached its end is shown, and the world can once again witness the glory that has already shone!"
Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the light of the Indestructible Lake slowly moved upward, and was gradually raised above the head of its owner.
Lancelot's gaze was focused on a place in the distance, extremely firm.
There is the city wall that was not really destroyed by the Noble Phantasm used by Percival and Touta before.
"O king of the other side, please witness...my return."
Lancelot's eyes were shining with the same blue light as the sword in his hand.
This light shone on the battlefield amidst the wind and sand, attracting everyone's attention.
"Bedivere, who is that!?" Percival couldn't help but exclaimed.
"It's...Lancelot's Holy Light!" Bedivere's eyes were filled with wonder and joy.
He knew that Sir Lancelot, who was dressed in purple armor and was manipulated like a puppet by the Lion King, had finally disappeared.
Now standing in the wind and sand, with his back straight and raising the holy sword, is a powerful and pure knight!
The armor on Lancelot's body had turned back to the same silver-white color as his father's before some time, and his blue cloak was flapping behind him.
"[Aroundight Overload]!!!!!"
The golden holy sword shining with blue light swung down.
"Quickly, stop the flying dragon in the sky. Under the cover of the First Generation Master, the infantry rush in!" A clone of Bai Mang's personality shouted, leading an army to move quickly towards the gap.
The gap is still not big, but it is enough for the army!
"Mr. Cursed Wrist, I'm about to do it!" Bedivere shouted, filling the magic power into the prosthetic limb that Da Vinci had re-strengthened for him, and tried hard to observe Tristan flying in the air.
trajectory.
He's going to...find where Lancelot might be, and then—
"Flash here! The arm entrusted to you by your friend!"
Bedivere roared, thrusting fiercely in one direction - obviously there was no one there.
but--
In the next second, Tristan will definitely appear at this location.
Although I am not as fast as Binduqing, I can still beat you!
"Tear apart everything in front of you——"
call out--
"Roar------!!!"
Roaring, different from what bloomed in the East Village before, Bedivere concentrated all his magic power on one point.
This is not a Noble Phantasm, it is just a simple and crude use of magic power.
Bedivere did not care about his own safety.
The most critical point now is to let the army enter the Holy Capital!
“Drink ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Phew!
Bedivere's hand stabbed into Tristan's chest.
However, no spiritual core was found.
Bedivere's heart dropped.
"Roar--"
Tristan opened his mouth and bit down on Bedivere's shoulder.
Bedivere was in crisis.
But, he is not fighting Tristan alone.
"Let the pain drop——"
A huge crimson claw with a terrifying and unknown aura has been grabbed up from below——
Tristan seemed to sense the danger, and struggled wildly, tearing and biting at Bedivere who was holding him tightly.
"Don't even think about escaping—" Bedivere showed a rare ferocious expression.
"[Delusional Heart Sounds](Zabaniya)!!!"
At the last moment, Bedivere violently broke away from Tristan's body.
The white dragon screamed and fell backwards.
It fell into the huge scarlet palm.
Poof——
The sound of blood splattering sounded, and Tristan's whole body was squeezed and shattered.
Even though the body of the humble king wrapped around Tristan is strong enough, but——
Now he has been severely injured by Bedivere, and is Hassan the Cursed Arm really weak?
They are all people who are engraved on the Seat of Heroic Spirits. Even though they are different, they are still strong.
Before Hassan could release his red wrist, Tristan turned into a golden light and slowly dissipated.
Bedivere, who hit the ground hard, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At least... I got rid of Mr. Tristan.
In this way, the road into the Holy City will be smoother.
only......
He looked at his side. There was a scrapped prosthetic leg, and his body was already scarred by Tristan.
Really...
Why did I have the inexplicable feeling that Kamlan was above me at that time?