Intruders of the Moon World

Also, as long as you have witnessed the posture of Monkey King after being blessed by the covenant, it is normal to feel afraid of our lord, who is the prototype of the covenant. "

Jill didn't speak, just looked at her coldly.

"But, Godslayer, you probably don't know." Lancelot said in a deep voice, "My lord's covenant law is different from those imitations. It can be said that it is a world of difference!"

"Needless to mention the strength of receiving the blessings of the stars, even the conditions for activation are different.

Monkey King has to face more than two godslayers to get the blessing of the covenant.

As far as my lord is concerned, there is no need to fight multiple godslayers at the same time, as long as there is more than one godslayer alive in this world, the covenant can be exercised, and the more demon kings there are, the stronger the blessing will be! "

"Ugh......"

There was blatant disappointment in the sigh, the golden Miki asked.

"that's it?"

"......what?"

"Om-"

The shining chain wrapped around her arm, and the other hand held the ancient spear emerging from the treasure house.

"This kind of thing is also expected by this king, so there is nothing to be surprised about.

It is a matter of course that the prototype is stronger than the derived successor—this king is very clear about this truth.

ha?You want to know the reason why this king only let him leave alone?

idiot......"

The rain of gold fell suddenly, and the king's malicious voice also sounded.

"This king is not obliged to answer your questions, die with puzzlement and regret!"

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This is a place that is neither sea nor land.

Like Avalon in the legend of King Arthur, it is a secret place isolated from the world.

But what is slightly different is that it is not just isolated from the world in the sense of magic or [mystery], but also left the "mortal world" from both physical and divine levels.

Higher than the clouds, at the far end of the sky, at the end of the atmosphere, where people usually call satellite orbits.

It is already an exaggerated height enough to touch the universe, and the environment is so cruel that humans cannot adapt. As long as they are exposed to the outer space, they will lose their lives within a few minutes.

However, in this kind of place, there is a small island floating in the orbit of the satellite.

There are hills, flat land, and small islands made of mud and rocks, but there is no life.

A small island floating alone at the end of the sky—what an absurd scene!

Dead silence, silence, like a small island that isolates all the hustle and bustle.

And on such an island, on the land like the center, there is a rusted sword stuck upside down.

The part exposed to the ground is nearly one meter long. The wide and thick sword body, the simple but firm structure, and the rust stains tell the story of the life-and-death battle in the past.

However, after all, it is just a piece of scrap iron.

In this desolate place, the once magic knife is just a piece of scrap iron.

Even if it is the indestructible blade that penetrates the Rakshasa King, even if it is the strongest [steel], once it rusts, it is scrap iron.

Staying here day after day, sleeping quietly, escaping the day of fate—it should be like this.

But today there are variables.

"call--"

In a place where the atmosphere is almost non-existent, a strong wind suddenly blows.

A white figure landed on this desolate island as quickly as a swallow returning to its nest. His eyes fell on the center of the island. The moment he saw the rusted sword, the white-scaled dragon snake's eyes showed a look of ecstasy.

"My lord..."

Bailong suddenly became quiet, and carefully coiled his body around the wide sword.

"—What we pray for is the rebirth of the sword, the brilliance of saving the world, and the indestructible steel that kills the demon king—"

"Om-!"

At this moment, the rusty magic knife suddenly vibrated, bursting out with dazzling star light.

"Wake up, I—the brave man of this world, the devil king is rampant in the world today, and the day promised by fate has come."

With the ringing of the words, the entire island vibrated, and the brilliance on the magic knife became stronger and stronger, just like a bright sun.

The powerful natural enemy's coercion enveloped Guinevere's body, and the space itself seemed to have a quality, making it difficult for her to breathe.

But she didn't stop.

"—Steel within steel, sword within sword, king of kings!

You are a brave man trusted by the gods, a divine soldier who wiped out the undead demon king, and a prince born with the fate of slaughtering Rakshasa.

Behold, this world where Mara came!

The day of awakening has come, open your eyes, and grasp the blade of salvation again! "

Before the voice of the spirit fell, Guinevere's incarnation of the white dragon suddenly had a wound that seemed to be wounded by a sharp knife.

"Well......"

Blood gushes out continuously, being drawn by an invisible force, and all of it gathers on the white steel sword.

Miraculously, the dragon's blood was completely absorbed by the steel sword, just like flowing into a river, without the slightest blockage.

"Om-!"

The blazing white brilliance gradually receded, but the magic knife inserted into the ground was reborn.

The sacred and flawless brilliance flowed on the blade, and just looking at the eyes was as painful as being stabbed by the blade.

The rusted great sword has disappeared, and what remains in place now is the one and only in the world, its power far surpasses that of the wreckage, the true magic sword of salvation!

It is too dazzling, even the mind will be attracted to it.

After donating a lot of blood to re-smelt the magic knife, Guinevere fell to the ground weakly, the wound was still slowly bleeding dragon blood, which was absorbed bit by bit by the magic knife.

[Steel] You can plunder the power of the Mother Goddess and transform it into your own. If this continues, Guinevere's death will only happen sooner or later.

However, Guinevere didn't have the energy to pay attention to her own life and death. Instead, she turned her gaze to the side of Excalibur, and a lonely figure was reflected in her vertical pupils.

It was a young man who appeared at an unknown time, his pale hair swaying in the wind, revealing a slightly tired handsome face below.

The blue windbreaker and trousers, and the coat of the same hair color fluttered like a cape. The young man who should be in good spirits now showed a trace of vicissitudes for some reason.

"Master...you finally woke up."

"......Um."

Unspeakable emotions flashed in his eyes, and the gray-haired boy looked at Guinevere gently.

"It turned out to be you. I didn't expect to see you again under such circumstances... It seems that you have experienced a lot in these years."

The voice is unexpectedly gentle.

There may be dissatisfaction, but the boy abandoned his negative emotions at this time, and just spoke to Guinevere as if talking to an old friend who had been reunited for a long time.

The boy known as the King of the End is a wandering sword god.

Because of the fate of annihilating the Demon King, he appeared on the ground again and again, wandering continuously to gain strength and defeat the Godslayer at that time.

Naturally, in the process, he, who was born to be brave and a leader, attracted disobedient gods who also wandered the earth.

Such as Lancelot, such as Guinevere's predecessor.

Therefore, even if the world changes and the goddess of the past is reincarnated as the ancestor of the god, the King of the End still regards him as an old friend.

"No, as long as the king can re--well."

Fulfilling the long-cherished wish of generations, Guinevere felt boundless joy in her heart, and her longing for the King of the End also came and went like waves.

But when she saw the boy's expression clearly, her excited words stopped abruptly, and then she fell into an unspeakable silence.

She didn't speak, and the King of the End just stood there quietly.

"Really...is that so?"

After a long silence, the words that came out of Bailong's mouth were particularly bitter.

"It turned out that I did something wrong..."

A look of unbearable expression appeared on the face of the King of the End, but it disappeared quickly.

"It's not your fault. You don't have any memory. You just followed the goddess' obsession and fulfilled your mission dutifully."

"I've always wanted to awaken you to the meaning of living as me, but, but... I'm sorry, my lord, I may have committed an unforgivable sin..."

"It's okay, I forgive you." The brave man gently placed his hand on the white dragon's forehead, "Although I was awakened by your hand, it is the guidance of fate."

"...You are really a gentle person." Bai Long's eyes were soaked with mist.

"However, I don't have any memory, uncle—Mr. Lancelot should know.

But why, why she..."

"Lancelot?" The young man was slightly taken aback, but then he recognized who it was from the breath of steel left on Guinevere's body.

"It's her... If it's that person, it's probably to give me an excuse."

"Excuse?"

"Yeah, an excuse."

There was a trace of sadness on the boy's face.

"In the face of inescapable fate, give yourself an excuse to yield.

I am a brave man born to destroy the devil king. No matter where I sleep, as long as the devil king is rampant in the world, I will wake up one day.

There is no way around this, even if you choose to stay away from the world, you will be disturbed by various "destined" things after all.