He is determined to kill the thief but unable to save himself. This is the situation of Age Guiwen.
There is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides now. Let alone him, even if the Crouching Dragon and Phoenix are reborn, they will not be able to turn the tide.
The Lion King's behavior aroused public outrage. She was not of the same mind as the mastermind behind the incineration of the human body, and she was also opposed to Chaldea, the human body restoration organization, and neither party was pleased with it.
Therefore, she is neither recognized by the Justice League nor welcomed by the real evil forces. She only wants to protect herself, but she offends both good and evil at the same time.
It was completely against the will of God. I can only say that the Prime Minister tried his best.
Agguiwen looked at the city filled with gunpowder smoke and almost all the buildings collapsed into ruins with dark eyes.
He is not a likeable person.
Dark and cold, ruthless, a villain or a treacherous minister, this is the impression most people have of him. Even among the Knights of the Round Table, no one is close to or likes him.
But he didn't care, he just wanted to assist King Arthur to continue the rule of Britain.
As long as the city of Camelot still stands on the earth, he will have a place to live and a goal to strive for.
The city of Camelot was rebuilt in Jerusalem and turned into a picturesque and magnificent place. The pools and fountains filled with clear water, and the granaries were filled with grain and corn... Everything was like a paradise on earth.
Even when people look up at it from a distance, they can't help but admire its beauty.
No one knows how much energy he spent and how much effort he devoted to maintaining the city and the Lion King's rule.
He rarely feels angry because he doesn't think anger is meaningful and it doesn't help solve problems.
But when the city was trampled by the leader of the army and turned into ruins under his iron fist that shook the world, Agguiwen finally became angry.
He was not angry at Renne and the coalition for destroying the city he had worked so hard to maintain.
Regarding this, how many villages and towns did the Lion King use "Holy Judgment" to destroy, and how many Saracens were killed or made homeless?
As an executioner and a sinister villain, he never accuses anyone in the name of morality. He is not that pretentious.
His skills are not as good as his own, and he has nothing to hate or be angry about, even if he is torn into pieces.
What really made him angry was Ren's attitude...
Agguiwen looked at the soldier master, who was also a member of the Knights of the Round Table in other worlds. His face was cold and his dark eyes were as deep as the night.
This cold, abyss-like look made Ren feel a little chilly.
After a few seconds, Agguiwen said:
"Mr. Ren, although you are also a Knight of the Round Table, you have no sense of belonging or identification with Camelot... Maybe it's because you are too young, or maybe you joined too late, but──"
Before he could respond, he stepped on the handrail and jumped down from the tower-shaped turret.
Clang!
With a flash of cold light, he pulled out the sharp sword from his waist, and with a resolute and indifferent attitude, walked along the broken street in the center towards Ren, Scathach, Hato Tota and other coalition heroes.
Walk past the collapsed building.
Walk through the ruined garden.
Walking past flags filled with flames and smoke...
His steps were firm, his aura was fierce, and his black armor was as hard as steel. The originally depressed guerrilla knights raised their heads and watched silently as this man passed by them.
The black cloak rustled in the cold wind, and Agguiwen came facing the sight of tens of thousands of coalition troops with a sword.
His dark eyes swept across Fujimaru Ritsuka, Sigurd, Scathach, Leonardo da Vinci... No matter who it was, there was no trace of wavering or fear in his eyes.
Finally, he fixed his sight on Ren and raised the sword in his hand:
"As a senior, let me teach you today what a knight is!
Isn’t it ridiculous to say surrender? Even if we are at a disadvantage, even if we face death, even if our country is ruined and our family is ruined, even if there is no hope for the future, so what?
It’s just a burial!
It has nothing to do with courage or justice. I just don’t know what giving up means before I die! "
No shouting, no impassionedness, just stating a fact.
"Okay, I understand what you mean."
Ren's eyes were sharp and he looked at this man with a smile on his lips, "I was rash, Mr. Aggui Wenqing.
Let me see the faith condensed in Camelot and witness the final glory of the knights. Come on, let’s have the ultimate battle! "
"Okay, that's exactly what I meant."
Agguiwen nodded, his eyes swept around, and his tone was very cold, "Are they all dead? If not, come and die with me now!"
Without waiting for anyone to respond, without boosting morale, without shouting or roaring, he rushed forward directly.
He doesn't force anyone, he can leave if he's afraid and is willing to die to follow, it's that simple.
No matter how bad it is, you can only rush forward alone...
"Cough cough, cough cough..."
Next to a collapsed building on the side of the street, Xiao Mo clutched her bloody shoulder and forced herself out of the rubble. She looked at the black knight in front of her and cursed, "Are you rushing so fast to reincarnate? Wait for me."
After saying this, she burst into laughter, gripped the magic sword that glowed with dark red blood, and charged.
Later, Tristan and Gawain also climbed up from the ruins with difficulty. Their bodies were stained with blood, their armors were covered with dust, they were seriously injured, and their strength was not the same, but they still silently launched the charge.
"Knights, charge!!"
"It's the last battle, the whole army charges! Let's end it like this!"
"Kill! Kill, oh oh oh oh oh..."
Except for a few of the remaining thousands of knights, they all followed the steps of a few heroic spirits and launched a final, desperate charge!
The setting sun dyed the ground red, and tragic shouts echoed throughout the ruined city.
They just ran towards the enemy, towards dusk, towards death...
"..."
The soldiers and heroic spirits of the coalition looked silently at this group of knights who sacrificed their lives to fight. This is the battlefield where chivalry has withered, the last blood and the last glory.
Seeing the knights rushing toward them like moths to a flame, Mashu looked a little unbearable, and Fujimaru Ritsuka also lowered his eyes.
This is an egg against a stone. Siegfried and the Knights of the Round Table were all seriously injured, and their combined strength was less than three thousand...
We can't win anymore, so let's die together.
They can understand this belief without saying much. In fact, even if the goddess's ritual is successful, these knights will not be able to board the ship to the next era.
Destined to die, destined to fight bloody battles until the end but gain nothing, it looks particularly sad.
Ren's eyes were deep and he waved his hand gently: "The whole army attacks!"
Heartless?
The knights have the belief that they must die, and they also have reasons for winning.
In the confrontation between two indestructible wills, one party is destined to suffer a bloody blow.
Miso miso miso~
Tens of thousands of coalition troops did not shout, but silently raised their shields, spears, and swords, and charged at the group of knights with neat and vigorous steps like drums.
Come on, the final showdown.
Clang… Clang!
The two sides clashed, blood burst out, and the sound of blades clashing came one after another, mixed with people's angry roars, selfless shouts, and miserable screams.
It was so brutal that both sides instantly became red-eyed.
Blood and the setting sun dye the sky and the city red, and the passing of lives pushes the tragedy of blood and fire to a climax!
At this time, the goddess also stood up from the top of the star observation tower. Her body was wrapped in the light of the holy spear and passed through the "holy sheath" covering the inner city.
The storm was howling, and the space channel above the center of the inner city was stabilizing. She needed to take action to hold it back for the last ten minutes.
At least the military leader cannot be allowed to try to break the holy sheath. If the inner city is destroyed, the success will be completely defeated.
"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor... and shine at the end!"
Standing on the top of the holy scabbard and looking down at the battlefield, the goddess' golden eyes met the silver eyes of the enemy on the eaves. She raised the glorious holy spear without hesitation regardless of her injuries.
"excalibur!"
Ren raised the holy sword, and countless golden particles gathered from the streets, gardens, and ruins. Bathed in the light, he looked so dazzling and majestic.
"Divide the world, open up civilization...the Holy Sword of Light, and finally liberate!!"
Arturia also jumped onto a building. The light on the new holy sword continued to condense and compress, and the photon energy was dazzling.
The two of them struck at the goddess at the same time, the photons roared, and the mighty torrent of flashes gathered together. The energy instantly surged and sublimated, forming a ray of light that penetrated the sky!
At the same time, the goddess also waved the holy spear, and the spiral light cone tore apart the laws of the world and blasted it down!
Boom──! !
Two giant shining pillars that reached the sky and the earth collided. The boiling particle flames strangled and surged, and finally expanded into a huge golden sun, almost burning down the void!
The high temperature distorted the atmosphere, and the continuously erupting solar storm almost instantly burned the soldiers under the golden sun to ashes.
The wave destroyed the world, but this still could not stop the coalition forces and knights from killing each other.
They ignored it and continued to fight desperately. Their blood was the flag and the screams were the drums. They vented their crazy killing intent and blood to their heart's content.
clang!
Fujimaru Ritsuka used his sword to hold a knight's sword and slashed at him. He swung Moye and cut off the enemy's head with one sword!
The blood spurted onto his face, dripping down with sweat.
He was breathing heavily, the muscles all over his body were sore, and he was very tired. He could only feel the blood in front of his eyes, the shouts of killing, screams, explosions... They were madly torturing his nerves, making him unable to think or relax.
The earth is bleeding.
The sky is burning.
Life, death, soul, blood...
Everything is so crazy, everything is so scary.
This is the battlefield. He has seen it many times before, but this is the first time he has participated in it so deeply and felt the cruelty like a meat grinder so strongly.
This is hell.
There is an afterimage in the eyes, blood red, death, blood red...
Everything he saw was the color of blood, and everything he touched was the sting of being burned and melted by the golden sun in the sky.
A knight raised his sword and struck him on the head.
With the tiger's mouth cracked, he could no longer lift the sword. He didn't know when he started to move away from Matthew and Leonardo. It seemed that death had come.
Surprisingly, he had no fear.
He was tired and just wanted to lie down.
He had killed four people, and now it was his turn, and there seemed to be nothing left to say.
Life here is worthless and can be trampled on at will. Justice, evil, passion, fear, joy, sadness... People's emotions have become numb a little bit in the killing.
puff!
Blood flowers bloomed, and a flaming arrow hit the knight's chest, and he fell at his feet.
Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head subconsciously, her body went limp, and was supported by a hand from the visitor.
"In pain? Confused?"
"Yes, I...I don't know what I am doing, except mechanically swinging the sword, swinging the sword, killing, killing...I can't communicate, I can't understand, I can't stop.
I felt scared, nothing could be more like hell than a place like this.
Justice, evil, love, friendship, law, morality, joys and sorrows... Everything created by human civilization seems worthless here, as cheap and humble as weeds in the wind..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a trembling voice.
He looked at the ancient Persian hero in front of him.
Arash's black hair was still eye-catching, and his face didn't have the usual hearty and clean smile, but he also didn't have that ferocious and brutal anger, nor the crazy and bloodthirsty killing intent.
It is very rare that he still feels like a flesh and blood person.
Very ordinary, very real.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you an answer or answer your questions. After all, I'm not a wise philosopher."
Arash supported the last master of mankind with a gentle voice.
He helped him up and looked into his eyes: "I don't like war, but it does happen from time to time and it cannot be avoided."
"Then why did you stop that war at all costs?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked.
"Probably, I don't want those kind people and the children to lose their smiles. I never wanted to be a hero. The most ordinary happiness is what I want to protect."
"That's it." Fujimaru Ritsuka murmured softly.
"I'm leaving, take care."
Arash took a big bow and walked to one side.
His steps were steady and his back was not tall, but Fujimaru Ritsuka felt at ease, and he also felt a kind of tremor - he would never see him again.
"you……"
"Don't be sad, friend, you can't keep me, and you can't protect everyone.
What we can do is to do as much as possible. Many things may not have any meaning. It is just that I hope to live. Everyone must think so too, and that is enough. "
Arash's voice had a special gentleness.
The dusk light lengthened his back. It was not blood red. It was the first time Fujimaru Ritsuka saw such a soft color on the battlefield.
boom! !
High in the sky, the two holy swords and the light cannon released by the holy gun collided again, intertwining into a sun and burning the sea of clouds.
Arash stood in a small corner of the battlefield, raising his bow.
"After any heroic spirit releases the Noble Phantasm, there will be a gap, and the body will become stiff for a moment."
"The difference is only the length of time. Lord God, I'm afraid there is only a gap of less than 0.01 seconds, which is difficult to capture."
"The Sun King or the Knight King and I fight against the goddess. Among the others, you have advanced clairvoyance and are a first-class archer. Only you can capture..."
The soldier's words echoed in his ears.
At the heart, the man-made Holy Grail instantly shattered, releasing huge amounts of magic power and flowing into the limbs and bones.
Arash stared at the goddess in the wind for a long time, and finally slowly loosened the bow string.
“O my Lord, the most holy as the sun!
O my Lord who bestows all the radiance of wisdom, dignity, and strength!
Please appreciate my sincerity, my faith, and my strength!
Behold, O Creator of the stars and the moon!
Witness my deeds, my end, the sacred devotion (spenta?armaiti) I will accomplish!
After delivering this blow that risked my whole body,
My strong body will be shattered immediately!
───Meteor Ichijo (stella)! ! "
His clothes were instantly stained with blood, and his muscular body shattered like an avalanche under the setting sun, leaving only a tragic cry.
boom!
An aurora pierced the sky.
Beautiful, gorgeous.
puff!
When the goddess just put down the holy spear, her body trembled, an aurora ray penetrated her chest, and a huge flower of blood bloomed.
Her eyes were surprised, her body lost balance, and she fell from the sky...
