The magic power bombarded the city wall and hit Mashu's shield. Mashu gritted his teeth but did not take a step back.
Annuo, the man of the mountain, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Da Vinci who was dragging Liao Ye were all standing behind the city wall, taking this opportunity to adjust their condition.
The ground was completely destroyed, but Annuo was still half-kneeling there, holding his chest in his hands.
Just like before, blood emerged from inside his body, but there was a look of relief in his expression.
In fact, this body no longer has such power.
On Kamlan, Anori took up his own sins, his sins against the goblins, dyed his armor red, dyed his sword red, and to the end, he still coveted Britain and the human world.
The dragons and fairies completely killed them all, smashed the gate from the fairy realm to the human world, and completely ended that tragic war.
He also ended his own life.
Now, he no longer has this power to use.
But... Fujimaru Ritsuka handed him the Holy Grail.
"Blood-soaked...?"
There was self-deprecation in his voice.
Is there really blood in this body?
never mind......
As long as you yearn for death, this power can be used again, after all...
Boom!!!
"Well--"
A loud noise suddenly came from Annuo's body, causing Annuo to scream in pain involuntarily.
"Ha... is it the last minute yet..." Annuo had a smile on his face.
The old man of the mountain glanced sideways at Annuo and let out a silent sigh.
Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fists.
She had already stood beside Mashu, putting her hand on Mashu's shoulder, and together with Mashu, she was bearing the pressure from the Lion King.
The duration of the Noble Phantasm was almost over, and Mashu breathed heavily, predicting the actions that the Lion King might make.
But, the man of the mountain has already moved.
when------
The sound of the evening bell came from nowhere.
Da Vinci only felt that his eyes were blurred, and the mountain man had disappeared and walked into the shadows.
"Listen."
The mountain man's calm yet angry voice rang in everyone's ears.
"The evening bell indicates your name."
Buzz——
Time seemed to be separated, and everyone was in a trance for a moment.
"The feather of death, beheaded——"
Zheng——————!!!
Different from the sword light that Liao Ye slashed just now, this time there was only a line of blood.
A shockingly scarlet blood line appeared on King Bei's neck.
However, the old man of the mountain has returned to Ma Xiu and An Nuo, still in the most solemn posture.
Then, he slammed down the giant sword in his hand.
Poof——
"[Azrael]!"
when------
The evening bell rang again, and accompanied by the sound of the evening bell, there was the sound of blood flowing.
The whole circle of King Bei's huge head burst out with blood,
Different from the two swords outside before, even though the current King of Bei is stronger, the Old Man of the Mountain only used one sword.
boom!!!
King Bei's body lay on the ground, emanating magic power.
The Lion King fell from the dragon's head, looking a little embarrassed.
But he didn't show any anger, loss, or anxiety.
She was still calm, a bit scary.
But she already held the holy spear in her hand.
"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."
Her tone was calm, but what she said made An Nuo involuntarily feel a little creepy.
"Ritsuka!"
The old man of the mountain has completed his mission. His sword has always only killed the lives that should be killed by his sword. The humble king is his only responsibility in this battle.
Now that King Bei is dead, the Lord of the Mountain has naturally left. No one noticed how the Lord of the Mountain left.
And the Lion King after the death of King Bei——!
"In the name of the Command Seal - Mash, don't chant! Just unfold the Noble Phantasm again!!!" In fact, without Annuo's reminder, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already noticed the terrifying whirlpool of magic power, and felt that everything was about to be destroyed.
It's like dragging them in and smashing them.
It was a scalp-numbing horror, and the feeling it brought was so huge that Fujimaru Ritsuka had never felt before.
Annuo gritted his teeth.
He hammered his chest violently, and roughly pulled off the blood-stained silver-white armor on his upper body, and then——
The finger stabbed directly into his chest.
"Pfft-" He grabbed his heart, along with his ribs, and squeezed it hard. His eyes opened wide, and a large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, and he spat it out on the ground in front of him.
"[The distant ideal city] (Lord Camelot)!!!" With the blessing of the command spell, Mashu roared and smashed his shield to the previous position again. The city wall that had not completely disappeared reappeared, and the portal,
Still the same girl.
And the Lion King has disappeared.
She is above the sky.
"The light that shines from the end——"
she growled.
"It is the anchor of the storm that tears the sky and connects the earth!!!"
From an altitude of 10,000 meters, and then swooping down with magic power, it took the Lion King almost only a few seconds to see the familiar city wall that was now tightly closed to reject her.
The holy spear hit the round table.
"[The Spear that Shines in the End] (Rhongomyniad)!!!!!!"
The wall built by the Noble Phantasm was about to be completely destroyed, and the magic power belonging to the Holy Spear roared from both sides of the round table, as if it was about to overturn her at any time.
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.