What came over was pure and huge magic power.
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 goblins completely killed them all, smashed the door from the goblin realm to the human world, and completely ended that tragic war.
He also ended his own life.
Now, he no longer has that power to draw on.
But... Fujimaru Ritsuka handed him the Holy Grail.
"Soaked in blood...?"
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...
winter!
!
"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 mountain man glanced sideways at Annuo and sighed silently.
Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fists.
She had already stood next to Mashu, putting her hand on Mashu's shoulder, and she and Mashu were taking on the pressure from the Lion King.
The duration of the Noble Phantasm was almost over, and Mashu breathed heavily, predicting the possible actions of the Lion King.
However, the man of the mountain has already moved.
when------
The evening bell sounded 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 split apart, and everyone was in a daze 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.
But the old man of the mountain has returned to Ma Xiu and An Nuo, still in that extremely solemn posture.
Then, he slammed down the giant sword in his hand.
Poof——
"[Death to Angel] (azrael)!"
when------
The evening bell rang again, and accompanied by the sound of the evening bell was the sound of bloody cuts.
The whole circle of King Bei's huge head burst out with blood.
Different from the two swords outside before, even though the current humble king 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 had the holy spear in her hand.
"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."
Her tone was calm, but what she said made Annuo 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 - Mashu, don't chant it! Just unfold the Noble Phantasm again!
! "In fact, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already noticed the terrifying magic whirlpool without Annuo's reminder, and it felt as if everything was going to be dragged in and crushed.
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 gushes out of his mouth, and he spat it out on the ground in front of him.
"[The ideal city that is already far away] (lord camelot)!
! "Under 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 appeared again, and the door was still the same girl.
And the Lion King has disappeared.
She is above the sky.
"The light that shines from the end——"
She growled filial piety.
"It is the anchor of the storm that tears the sky and connects the earth!
! "
From an altitude of 10,000 meters, he swooped 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)!
!
!
"
Buzz——
Peng!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom————————————!
!
!
“Uh-uh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
!
!
"
Mashu forced himself to hold on and shouted.
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——
I survived!
The city gates of Camelot finally blocked the impact of the holy spear from the end of the world!
Ma Xiu 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's okay." Fujimaru Ritsuka finally had a sad smile on her face.
"Mr. Anno...has..."
Follow Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze——
It was a round ball that could break at any time, like a bubble.
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.
It was the last strength gained by giving up the hope of living and using one's own blood and life.
"Blood-soaked..."
"Chalk."
