"Miss Nightingale, now!" Fujimaru Ritsuka saw the opportunity and shouted.
Nightingale responded, stood behind Rama, and closed her eyes.
Her expression was as holy and beautiful as ever, compassionate and gentle.
Her hands were slightly raised towards the sides of her body, as if they were holding up life, cautiously and resolutely.
Buzz——
A wave of air centered on Nightingale and spread out to the outside. Whether it was Beowulf, Rama, or Fujimaru Ritsuka who was directing the battle from behind, they all felt that the sky was getting darker.
No, it's not that the sky is getting dark.
Rather
A huge, holy shadow wearing a nurse's costume appeared behind Nightingale, emitting dazzling white light, making the already dazzling Florence Nightingale even more beautiful and beautiful. Eye-catching.
"Come on, Florence." Lawrence looked at the holy goddess-like shadow and murmured, "For the nursing profession, you are equivalent to Hippocrates among doctors."
"Destroy all poisonous and harmful things!" Firm and sonorous words sounded from the goddess's mouth, and the huge nurse phantom raised a weapon.
"I will do my best to bring happiness to people——!"
Nightingale opened her eyes and stretched out her right hand forward.
Accompanying Nightingale's movements, the nurse's shadow slashed forward with the huge weapon in his hand. Both Rama and Beowulf were within the range of the attack.
Beowulf has completely ignored him now. It doesn't matter if the huge weapon falls on him. It doesn't matter if he just exits here. What is in his mind now
All he had to do was knock the red-haired man in front of him away completely! ! !
"I will eradicate all poison and all harmful things [Nightingale Pledge]!!!"
Boom boom boom——! ! !
The huge weapon cut down, but there was no harm at all.
but
What's wrong? It feels so strange
The reaction has become sluggish and the speed has also slowed down.
No, even if your head is chopped off, it shouldn't feel like this.?
Beowulf's fist became weaker. Although it was still very powerful, it was only to this extent that Rama was able to avoid it.
Beowulf frantically tried to increase the speed of his attack, but it was in vain.
Although the feeling of weakness was not strong, the effect had already taken effect. Rama avoided all his fists, and the effect of his Noble Phantasm, Grendel Buster, was also accompanied by time and fists. Disappearing little by little.
Until there is no use for it.
He stood there panting, feeling a little powerless.
Rama, who was standing opposite him, had cold eyes.
Although he had been being treated, the curse on Rama's chest wound was already very painful. During the battle, blood even oozed from the corners of his mouth.
But this won't delay anything.
"Next, it's my turn."
Zheng——
Holding the sword in front of him with both hands, Rama's magic power also began to riot. …
This is a precursor to the liberation of the Noble Phantasm.
"The blow that defeated the demon god Ravana. To bear it is to be honored, to surrender is to be destroyed."
His hands left the sword, but the sword left the ground and floated into the sky while spinning.
"Where will you stand?"
The long sword rotated faster and faster, almost turning into a rotating light wheel.
The surrounding forest rustled with the wind whipped up by the crazy sword, causing flying sand and stones that even the sky was covered with smoke and dust, and even caused bright and deadly thunder to roar.
Rama's eyes were fixed on Beowulf.
"It's about to happen!"
The hand holding the sword suddenly pulled back——
"Penetrating the Immortal [Brahmastra] of Rakshasa!!!"
call out--
The sword that had spun to roar was thrown towards Beowulf by Rama.
Then he accurately hit Beowulf, who was in a weak state.
Boom boom boom boom——! ! ! !
The moment it hit the target, the magic power exploded, and together with the thunder, it crazily destroyed Beowulf's spiritual base.
"Well--"
Despite the pain, Beowulf still clenched his teeth to prevent his painful sounds from leaking out from between his teeth.
Poof——
The sword passed through Beowulf.
The two halves of Beowulf's body fell to the ground, with a somewhat dazed expression on his face.
"Uh-huh," he seemed to want to move a few more times, but his spirit base had been destroyed to the point that even if he still retained the ability to continue fighting, he could no longer activate it.
He sighed twice, smiled helplessly, turned into a burst of golden light, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"Thank you, Miss Nightingale, Miss Lawrence, and Mr. Rama, Mr. Rama!!!" Fujimaru Ritsuka finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Beowulf exiting, but just when she looked towards Rama, she saw Rama's legs gave way and he fell to the ground.
Lawrence and Nightingale hurried over and turned over Rama who was lying on the ground, and found that Rama was almost unconscious.
"The side effects caused by the curse are still too great. If we still fight in this state, it is really too reluctant." Lawrence checked Rama's condition and sighed while applying healing magic.
Nightingale frowned, but there was no good solution.
The curse cannot be cured simply by relying on medical treatment. Only by destroying the source of the curse can the curse be completely eradicated.
"Sita, my love." Rama murmured vaguely, tilted his head, and finally passed out completely.
Lawrence sighed and shook his head helplessly.
But he heard a sudden call from the direction of the prison door.
"Master, I found Miss Sita! It should be Miss Sita, right?" Mashu walked out of the prison with a female servant on his back. He first shouted, then turned his head and asked uncertainly. One sentence.
"Yes, I am Sita."
Sita seemed to have some resemblance to Rama in appearance, with the same long red hair, the same Indian-style clothing, and the same aura of weakness.
"Please, please check the situation with Miss Sita first."
"No, let me see Rama first." Sita broke away from Mashu's support. Even though she was weak, she stared at the figure lying on the ground and walked toward him staggeringly.
"Ah, Rama, my love" she repeated the same murmur as Rama, and fell down beside him.
Looking at the familiar face, the panic on Sita's face finally dissipated.
She buried her head on Rama's chest and hugged Rama who had fainted.
"Ah, Lord Rama, I am finally"
