I, the heroic substitute, was exposed

Chapter 213 210, Ex——calibur! !

"It's there! Right below!"

Weber immediately saw the signal and shouted to the orderly standing by.

The heroic spirit Mitrines nodded and immediately disappeared, returning to the inside of the barrier where the king and his companions were waiting.

It was too late to say it, and the space eroded by the thoughts of the heroic spirits returned to its proper posture.

First, a strange shadow covered the night sky like a mirage, and then a real body appeared, and the huge and ominous body fell into the water.This position was directly below the flare fired by Kiritsugu.

With the reappearance of the sea monster, Iskandar's chariot "Wheel of Kamui" jumped into the dark night sky again.

His battered appearance speaks volumes of the intensity of the battle being fought inside the Immortal Barrier, but his majestic flying presence remains undiminished.

"—Really! Why do you have to work so hard... Whoa!?"

Iskandar was about to continue complaining, but when he saw the strange light emanating from Artoria's sword, he immediately realized what was about to happen, and made a sharp turn to leave the dangerous area.

On the other hand, the sea demon with the blue beard couldn't make such a flexible evasive action no matter what.

The wriggling mass of flesh had no other choice but to frighten the unknown light with strange screams.

The time has come.

The King of Knights poured all the strength of his entire body into his arms gripping the hilt of the sword, and raised the golden sword high.

Light is gathering.

As if illuminating this holy sword is his supreme task, the brilliance is infinitely condensed and merged into a dazzling beam.

Under this intense and clear light, everyone was speechless.

The figure of a hero who once illuminated the darkness of a troubled world deeper than night.

After ten years of unyielding, after twelve battles undefeated.

This feat is unparalleled in the world, this glory is unparalleled, they transcend time and space, and are immortal.

This dazzling sword is the crystallization of the prayer called "Glory", the dream that all the soldiers who disappeared on the battlefield throughout the ages have pursued and longed for.

Taking pride in exalting this will and carrying out this belief, now the King of Knights chanted the true name of the miracle in his hand.

Its name is--

"Contract - Sword of Victory!!!"

Light is flowing.

The light is roaring.

The magic power was accelerated by the factor of the dragon that was freed from bondage, and turned into a flash of light.

The gushing torrent rolled up countless vortices, swallowing the sea monster and the night together.

In the instantly evaporating sea water, every component of the terrifying demonic monster was exposed to the scorching heat, and the sea monster let out a shrill scream

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But Bluebeard, who was in the thick flesh and blood fortress of the still-burned Sea Demon Center, just silently watched this vanishing moment, as if his body and mind were taken away by the blinding brilliance.

"........."

Yes - he had seen this light in the distant past.

Wasn't he also chasing this light as a knight before?

That particularly vivid memory brought Gildrey back to the distant past.

During the long-awaited coronation of King Charles in the city of Lys, a light shone through the stained glass of the cathedral.

The pure white radiance was like a blessing, gently enveloping Joan of Arc, Jill and everyone who were present as heroes of national salvation, and everyone was immersed in the joyful Ars Nova melody.

Ah, yes - that's the light.

He can still recall clearly now.

Even today when I fall into the way of ghosts and animals and do all kinds of harmful things, the memory of that day has not faded at all, and it is still deeply engraved in my heart.

Even if the ending is full of humiliation and hatred, and is spurned by thousands of people—but no one can deny the glory of the past, no one can subvert it, and it is still hidden deep in my chest.

Whether it is gods or fate, something that can never be taken away or stained...

A line of tears ran down his cheeks, and Guildre was a little dazed.

What are you confused about and what are you missing?

Just look back and admit your mistakes - wouldn't that be enough?

"I, in the end..."

Before this low voice without an audience could be uttered, the white light brought everything to another world.

Gilgamesh, who stood on the high bridge and looked down on everything, couldn't help smiling when he saw the destructive light that burned everything.

"See it, King of Conquerors? This is the brilliance of Artoria."

Gilgamesh greeted the void beside him.

There, Iskandar, who had just experienced a fierce fight, was letting the bull chariot stand still in the air, staring blankly at the aurora emitted by the "Sword of Contract Victory".

"Aren't you going to admit her after witnessing that ray of light?"

Iskandar snorted and scoffed at Gilgamesh's question.

But what was written on his face was not contempt, but a solemnity as if he was looking at something tragic.

"It is precisely because she bears the hope of the people of the entire era that she can exert such power—it is because it is so dazzling that it makes people feel sad. Who would have thought that a person who carries such a heavy burden is just a person who likes Where is the fantasy girl?"

On the river where the two were looking down, Artoria's slender body was panting in pain from the fierce death fight that had just ended.

Iskandar only knew how heavy it was on her immature shoulders through the question and answer session last night.

For him, who has an upright personality, this "way of life" is absolutely unforgivable.

"This kind of little girl is the final result of giving up singing, giving up love, and falling into the endless curse called 'ideal'. It is really heartbreaking, and I can't bear to watch it again."

"That's what's so lovely about her, isn't it?"

Contrary to the melancholy expression of the Conqueror, the golden servant's smile is infinitely obscene, making no effort to conceal his dirty desires.

"The overly lofty ideals in her chest will eventually burn herself to death. The tears of mourning before her death... if you can taste it, it must be very sweet."

Gilgamesh was content to let his imagination run free.

Iskandar's eyes flashed, and he cast a hostile look at him.

"...I really don't care about you, the Hero King of Babylon."

"Oh? Did you realize it until now?"

This title made the glittering Heroic Spirit smile.

"What are you going to do, Iskandar? Are you going to vent your anger on the spot by force?"

"Although it would be a joy to do so, but if the opponent is you, I'm afraid I will be a little bit powerless tonight."

Iskandar spoke frankly without any bravado, then glanced at Gilgamesh again, and said contemptuously.

"Of course, if you don't want to miss the opportunity and insist on fighting with me, I will accompany you at any time."

"It doesn't matter. I allow you to escape, King of Conquerors. If I don't defeat you in your perfect state, I will be unwilling."

Hearing Gilgamesh's unhurried declaration, Iskandar raised his brow mischievously and said.

"Huh? Haha. Having said that, it's because you haven't healed from the wound you got when that nigger knocked you down?"

"...Anyone who provokes this king will be punished with death!"

Seeing the other party's puzzled humor, and the red eyes full of murderous intent, Iskandar smiled and tightened the reins of the divine bull, and distanced himself from the other party.

"Let's decide the outcome next time, King of Heroes. The result of our duel must be the Holy Grail."

Only heroic spirits of the "King" level are eligible to obtain the Holy Grail.

That is, the choice between the King of Conquerors and the King of Heroes.

Presumably Iskandar himself is still convinced of this to this day.

The heroic spirit Iskandar smiled fearlessly, and left the top of the bridge, just like that

It looked like he was heading towards the river bank where his Master was.

"What will happen in the end?... The king has not decided whether you are the only one who is entitled to receive the treasure from me. Iskandar."

Gilgamesh, who is talking to himself, has another heroic spirit in his heart.

As far as the degree of concern is concerned, the Hero King's interest is all poured into her.

Tonight, the incomparable brilliance I witnessed with my own eyes led the thoughts of the original Heroic Spirit back to the distant past.

[Ex——calibur! ! 】

[Shock the gun brother for a whole year. 】

[It finally appeared!All rise! 】

【EX～Curry stick! 】

【What my king Daimao pointed out is what your heart wants! 】

[The black rhino armor is so proficient in flying a plane! 】

【Jin Glitter becomes angry from embarrassment. 】

【What my king Jianfeng points to, what our hearts want! 】

[Fruit treasure special attack: Colorful vitality cut! ! ! 】

【EA is the Anti-World Noble Phantasm, not the Anti-City, no thanks v●】

[Now the King of Eternal Victory reads out loud the real name of the miracle in his hand! 】

[Caster: In that year, I became the light! 】

[Joan of Arc is the Holy Maiden of Salvation, she has a feeling of compassion! 】

[It is well known that the Holy Grail War was conducted in secret. 】

[High EQ: Show your anger with force. Low EQ: Hit me! 】

The fight ends tonight.

None of the Heroic Spirits wanted to continue fighting on this exhausting night.

Someone quietly came to the Holy Church Church.

Using Lancer's achievements this time, he successfully obtained a command spell from the priest.

However, after obtaining the Command Seal, the magician killed the priest in an attempt to prevent other masters from obtaining the Command Seal.

My lord father—"

The shouts that blurted out were feeble.

Rizheng's well-trained and observant eyes spotted the figure of Father Risei, and at the same time noticed the bullet hole through his back and a pool of blood on the floor.

Kirei carefully examined his father's body in a state of complete numbness.

Rolling up the sleeve of his right hand, he checked the number of Command Seals managed by his father.

As expected, one was missing.

Rizheng handed over one of the Command Seals he managed to someone, and was probably killed by this person afterward.

One of the masters who contributed to the crusade against Bluebeard was dissatisfied with sharing the credit with other people who fought together, so he committed such a crime.

It is possible to guess what happened without inference at all.

But even a magician could not take all the Command Seals from the dead old priest.

Command spells that are supervised are protected by the Holy Word.

Without the permission of the person, it is impossible to snatch it through magic.