Mordred's body exuded a relaxed atmosphere, and his humble king's body receded, revealing the face that was still childish.
She no longer had the strength to speak, so she just showed a tired smile to Annuo, then closed her eyes and turned into a ball of golden particles that drifted away in the wind.
Gawain's shoulders were shaking a little.
He turned around, looked at Annuo, and gritted his teeth.
"I can no longer let go of my loyalty, Annuo Qing."
His eyes were visibly sparkling, and the wavering in his voice was deafening.
However, it is obvious that Gawain still cannot give up what he has insisted on for his whole life.
That is the meaning of his existence. Even if this meaning is wrong, it cannot be changed.
Because denying this meaning is tantamount to denying the value of Gawain's existence, and his final dignity as a knight will disappear.
"...Is that so? Then, I will use these two holy swords to see you off." Annuo sighed, then clenched the two holy swords together and stepped back.
"...Thank you." Gawain lowered his head and murmured to himself, with a deathly gray color in his eyes.
The two people were thousands of meters apart.
Gawain gives the impression that he has become increasingly declining, but the magic power in his body has become stronger.
Annuo can feel that after Gawain releases his Noble Phantasm this time, no matter whether he wins or not, his spiritual base will be destroyed.
As for whether he will transform into the body of a humble king...it is unknown.
All Annuo can do now is to raise the two holy swords in his hands and give this knight a decent exit.
"This sword... is a copy of the sun, a purifying flame that burns away all impurities." Gawain finally stood up straight again, took a stance, and
The holy sword was placed at his side, his eyes fixed on his opponent.
Annuo, on the other hand, just raised the two holy swords.
He doesn't need to use the Noble Phantasm.
After all, he is not a follower now.
The two holy swords in his hands are not the projections carried by the servants, but the genuine [Sword of Vowed Victory] and [Chalk of Sighs].
What he murmured before was just to release the power in the holy sword.
Just like it is now.
"Answer my call, these are two holy swords from Vivian's hands."
"The people in front of me are not enemies, but pitiful knights who need to be sent off by the Holy Light."
Buzz——
The sword of the Holy Sword lit up with light.
Annuo didn't look at Gawain. His eyes drooped slightly, as if he couldn't bear it.
But the two holy swords have already been raised.
He sighed lightly, without saying anything, he just swung his sword down and swung the terrifyingly huge magic power forward.
As for Gawain, it was the same action.
"[Excalibur Galatine]!!!"
Like a blazing light, it rushed forward with a blazing momentum.
But, what is standing in front of this flame-like holy light?
Golden and silver rays of light intertwined, entwined, roared, and rushed toward us.
With a shocking sense of oppression, it swallowed everything in front of Gawain, and... was about to swallow Gawain.
The orange-red holy light was almost vulnerable in front of the gold and silver holy light. It was like a small boat in the huge waves. It capsized in just a moment.
Gawain finally had a smile on his face, and then closed his eyes.
Boom boom boom boom boom——————!!!!!
Gawain was devoured without any suspense.
The Holy Sword and Holy Sword are liberated together, and the effect that can be achieved is not just 1 1.
but......
The light disappeared, and something appeared again where Gawain was standing.
Just a simple spiritual core.
Then, with the spiritual core as the center, a huge cocoon appeared.
An Nuo's heart gradually sank.
Even if the spiritual base is destroyed to this extent, will it still turn into the body of a humble king...
Bang——!!!
The white cocoon exploded, and the destructive force produced made Annuo involuntarily raise his hand to block it.
However, the body of the humble king that Gawain transformed into did not fight with Anno like Mordred before. He just roared at Anno, then picked up the Sword of Rotating Victory that fell on the ground, and patted it.
He flapped his huge white wings and flew towards Camelot.
An Nuo stood there, looking up at the white figure that gradually disappeared into the sky, frowning.
Then he let out a long sigh, put the two holy swords back on his waist, and ran quickly in the direction of Fujimaru Ritsuka.
...
"Hurry, hurry up! There are many knights in the streets of the Holy City! All the troops go in!"
Hassan, a hundred-faced man, stood on the broken city wall and shouted, calling for the army to quickly enter the holy capital through the gap.
The Sphinx was still trembling with the dragons, Hassan the Cursed Wrist gritted his teeth, and he was carrying Bedivere on his back.
Bedivere's appearance was exactly the same as the tragic situation after the end of the Camlan Human-Dragon War. He lost an arm, his body was torn and bloody, and he was only missing one eye. It was completely consistent with the original situation.
"I said, you are like this, do you still want to participate in the battle inside?" Although the voice of Hassan the Cursed Wrist was dry and unpleasant, Bedivere could tell that this kind-hearted mountain man really cared about him.
.
"I must go..." Bedivere's face was still stained with blood. The price of trapping Tristan, the humble king, with his body was still too high, but his voice was still full of emotion.
Firmly, "I am the King's Knight of the Round Table and the King's court attendant. Even if I die, I will go to the Amyrlin Seat and question the King...why he behaves in such a horrible way."
"...But I heard that white knight say, isn't your king no longer the king?" The words spoken by Hassan the Cursed Wrist were a bit convoluted, but Bedivere could understand him clearly.
What does it mean?
"No, Mr. Cursed Wrist, that is indeed no longer the king." Bedivere shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his remaining hand, "But the king will not disappear."
"The king will not die, that is true, but the king will grow tired."
"What's in that body now is just the despicable spirit that stole the king's body while the king was sleeping." Bedivere's voice was filled with gritted teeth, "We will crusade against that false king and bring the true king to the throne."
The king is liberated.”
"...Then, kill her?" Hassan Cursed Wrist was silent for a moment before asking again.
Bedivere didn't know what to say, but nodded anyway.
"If that is really Wang's own decision, I think I understand."
He turned his head slightly, looked at the yellow sand sky behind him, and sighed.
"After all, this is a long journey of more than a thousand years..."