Unlike the extremely aggressive flames of the Sword of Rotating Victory, Bindu released the magic power he had stored previously that belonged to Longinus almost instantly.
The light exploded on the ground, shattering everything around it and also blocking part of the light that looked like a flame.
Bindu used the last bit of his magic power to forcefully suppress the pain in the spirit base, symbolizing retreat.
His mood was slightly serious.
If nothing else happens, the next strike will be his last strike in this duel.
...Success or failure is determined in one fell swoop.
Gawain raised his sword and took two deep breaths.
The difference between him at night and him during the day can be said to be the same in terms of endurance. Whether it is magic power or physical strength, he has already consumed a lot now.
It would be unreasonable if such a high-intensity battle could last for a long time.
He should be able to fight for a while longer, but that guy Bindu should be almost exhausted...
...
etc.
What about the Bindu people?
Bindu completely disappeared from Gawain's perception.
But before Gawain could continue to think, he felt a strong sense of threat.
“Drink ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
A bolt of thunder appeared in his sight.
It’s not that the magic is that powerful, but——
too fast!
The spirit base is still in the exhausted state after just releasing the Noble Phantasm - there is no way to avoid it!
Gawain could only raise the sword in his hand, trying to block Bindu who was rushing towards him.
Buzz——
stop----
boom!
!
!
Bindu raised his sword high and smashed it down in the direction of Gawain.
There was a loud explosion, and the collision of magic power and magic power produced a strong wind.
Gawain and Bindu both gritted their teeth. They both knew that this was the final struggle.
Whoever survives this final stage - this is the winner of this battle!
However, generally speaking, situations like this are always accompanied by surprises.
This time is no exception.
Ping——
Bindu felt his body suddenly fall forward, his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell to the ground.
And the same goes for Gawain...
winter!
The two people's heads hit each other, making a painful sound.
Robin took a breath and slapped his mouth: "It sounds good, it looks like a good start."
Annuo, who was not far away from her, glanced at her, a little speechless.
The two people who were dueling also stopped in unison and covered their heads, looking at each other with expressions that made them both laugh and cry.
Fortunately, both of them stopped their strength in the end, and their heads just hit each other, otherwise...
Bindu put his hand down, looked at the thing in the other hand, and sighed softly.
His sword was broken, and it was broken at the root. Only the hilt was left in his hand, and even the hilt was in tatters.
When he just got the sword a few days ago, the sword still had a complete shape, and there were no obvious gaps or quality problems. However, after just letting him use it for a few days, it...
"There is nothing we can do about pouring the magic power of the holy spear into an ordinary sword." Bindu picked up the broken blade and looked at Gawain helplessly, "Is it still a competition?"
"This is nothing more than a comparison." Gawain smiled and shook his head, "But you passed the test."
"Can you pass without winning?" Bindu said with a smile in his eyes.
"We can save this duel for later, but your mission now is to save Britain."
After hammering Bindu's chest, Gawain's voice contained a smile.
"Then let's fight again tomorrow."
Bindu also nodded.
Although there was no winner or loser, both of them were very happy.
He did not immediately accept the reward he deserved for passing the test, but took the broken sword to the lake.
With a slight sigh, Bindu inserted the broken sword blade into the ground, then put his shoulders to the side, stood up, and observed a few seconds of silence in front of the dead sword.
Regardless of its quality, regardless of how Bindu obtained it, there is no doubt that this sword has gone through this journey with Bindu, and it is a comrade-in-arms.
Therefore, it is necessary for Bindu to mourn for this sword.
"This is a fragment of space. It should be your fifth piece."
Gawain had already walked to Bindu's side, found out what Bindu needed from his armor, and put it in Bindu's hand.
"Well, thank you." Bindu nodded and put this fragment together with the other four fragments.
Although these things are useless now, when he accumulates enough power to enter the fairy realm, these fragments will become the same existence as the Dinghai Shenzhen.
"There's something else I want to give you, too."
As he said this, Gawain's expression became serious and he grabbed Bindu's hand.
"I will give you the protection I received from the sun. At least at this singularity, your physical strength will be endless under the sun. Also, I will transfer part of my magic power to you. "Gawain said with a smile, "Take my share to protect this island, Lord Bindu."
"Yes, I know."
Bindu knew that he shouldn't say anything at this time.
Only practical actions are the best response to these companions who support us.
"Haha, if we have another duel now, I'm afraid I will never be your opponent."
Gawain let go of Bindu's hand and said jokingly, feeling Bindu's recharged magic power.
"Then let's try again?" Bindu looked eager to try.
"Forget it, forget it." Gawain quickly waved his hand.
There was not much magic power left in his body, and now it was all given to Bindu, so he could only wait for it to slowly recover.
"But, the protection of the sun..." Bindu sighed.
He really didn't expect that Gawain would temporarily lend him such a thing.
This spiritual base of mine is not so much a "Bindu", but in fact, it has almost become a new follower shaped by everyone at the round table.
New Servant...?
Bindu's mood was a bit complicated.
But it feels...not bad.
However, such a spiritual foundation can only exist at this unique point. This can be regarded as my own unique experience.
"After dawn tomorrow, rush to the next place as soon as possible. Now take a good rest." Gawain's eyes were a little solemn.
"Although it sounds like pouring cold water, it should be because Lord Bindu took away a little magic power from each Knight of the Round Table. The speed of the flood bursting has also accelerated, and it should be due to some changes in the Fairy Realm. "
He looked at Annuo and Bindu and said seriously: "The time predicted by Lord Tristan is no longer accurate. The most important thing is to collect the remaining fragments and power as quickly as possible."
"I understand." Bindu also became serious, nodded, and looked towards the middle of the lake.
Fairyland... It's been such a long time.
