Summoner of Miracles

“Woo...! Ah...!"

Watching the colorful silver knight travel through the glowing bombing in an incredibly powerful manner, even with all the scales, he still rushed in his direction, Artoria's hands held her head and made a painful cry.

I can't help it.

Along with Bedville's strong loyalty, Altoria's memory was struck by an unprecedented blow, making her head painful and breathless.

All sorts of memories come together into Altoria's mind, and all sorts of scenes come to life.

Among them, when she had just grown up and had not yet become king, the young girl was constantly practicing swordsmanship to sharpen herself.

Among them, a sword has been drawn from the stone, becoming a scene where the king's young girl meets a round table knight.

Later, the young girl grew up to be a qualified king, led Britain, constantly battled on the battlefield, and won the next victory.

Then, with the breakdown of the round table, the kingdom went to ruin, the young girl bathed in blood, kneeling on a sword hill with corpses everywhere.

These, they all poured into Altoria's brain.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of a knight appeared in these memories.

The teenage girl was following him as King of Juveniles as she crossed the sand.

The young girl sat on the throne as a knight king with him.

The young girl followed him as she entered and left the palace.

As the young girl stood on the walls of the city looking at the land, the knight followed her around and guarded her all the time.

He was King Arthur's first and last knight, loyal, even though his abilities were weaker than those of the rest of the round table, he had always accompanied the king around, watched her climb the throne, and witnessed her dying. It was the true price of the goods that watched King Arthur's constant existence.

Such an important being...

“Why did I forget before...! ”

Even now, Altoria still can't remember each other's names, remembering only his face and figure, coinciding with the colorful silver knight who is coming towards her.

The other side is neither a follower, nor a hero, but a dead spirit who wandered the world for 1,500 years in constant search of her in order to return the sword she had abandoned.

So faithful, so benevolent, that Altoria's divinity is completely shaken.

But, um...

But, um...

“I will never accept that sword again! ”

That's right.

Never.

If that sword were accepted, she would no longer be the Lord of the End, the keeper of the Holy Gun, the Spark Plan would collapse completely and Altoria would disappear.

This is a matter of existence and cannot be shaken by Artoria.

So, um...

“Just disappear with that sword! A sad knight who disturbs my divinity! ”

Altoria was all over herself, lifting the holy gun.

The light of a million men flashed from time to time on the holy gun.

No, it's not just a holy gun. Even East Stallion, who was riding under Artoria, sighed and glowed.

That's the light of the Grail.

Altoria squandered all the power she possessed at this moment, bringing all the light to her holy gun.

“The phosphor of my gun star, the glow of the end, shine! ”

Altoria shouted.

“Rhongomyniad! ”

Altoria finally liberated the real name of the holy gun.

“Boom!”

In the next moment, as Altoria stabbed out the holy gun that turned into light in her hand, a brilliant column of light blossomed, becoming an anchor enough to evaporate everything, exposing it in the direction of Bedville.

Under that brilliant column of light, everything that touches it is simply crushed, even the ground that it has rubbed is like being blown away by an invisible storm hammer, along with the exposed column of light, constantly bursting, lifting countless rubble rubble, let the column pass by, the ground plowed a deep ditch.

Bedville's bloodbathing forward looks like he's about to rush into the pillars of a star, so tiny, so miserable.

“Mr. Bedwell! ”

Matthew's voice sounded like a scream.

“Psst...! ”

After all, Alter has not been able to hold back and let his footsteps go forward.

“Careful! ”

In Caladiri, everyone screamed in disorientation.

Only Luozhen, the golden gleam in his eyes, the brilliant wings behind him suddenly fluctuated, causing the spirituality that erupted from him to grow again, shaking the end of the world.

“--Yi · Nephew Sprinklers · Mona Sprinklers · Nephew Sprinklers · Nephew Sprinklers · Nephew Sprinklers · Nephew Sprinklers · Nephew Sprinklers

At an astonishing rate, Luo Zhen sang the reverberation truths of the military god Vishamen Tianxi.

The guard of the gods, triggered by the higher magic of ten times the output, came to Bedville at this very moment.

“----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Luo Zhen's hands twisted with ten fingers, forming a guardian seal of a military god, and interwoven the ten dazzling magic lines with a huge French seal, which swept out and printed on Bedville.

The guard of the god of war on Bedville was prompted to its limits.

“Let's go! Bedville! ”

Luo Zhen shouted too.

Let Bedville, roar loudly.

“Eat my soul and go! Holy Sword! ”

St. Kenton in Bedville's hands was as bright as a holy gun.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." ”

Bedville shouted and jumped, waving a glittering sword against the brilliant column of light.

“Beep, beep...! ”

Bedville's soul and flesh are finally depleted by the scorching sound of the burning soul and flesh.

Bedville's body collapsed directly in the middle of the air.

But the glow of the sword is still cut off.

“Pfft! ”

When the holy sword fell halfway down, the light of the holy gun was cut off in response to the blast.

It's like the waterfall was cut off.

Altoria's full blow was cut off instantly in Bedville at the expense of her presence.

And with the loss of the holder, the sword follows the trend of chopping, like arrow-like flights, like possession of the will, in the direction of Artoria.

Finally, the sword collided with the holy gun in Artoria's hand.

“Psst! ”

The light of the sword and the light of the gun flashed suddenly.

“Bang --! ”

Soon, something broken like glass sounded.

Time, right at this moment, stagnates.