Chapter 339 The Wavering Light of the Holy Sword

Because his opponent was Lancelot, even though he was not the one he was familiar with, but simply from the same origin, Arthur still became serious.

He had to show his strongest side. Arthur took a deep breath, held the shining holy sword with both hands, and raised it high.

Emotions, experiences, and growth should all be put into it.

Let’s take a look at everything I have seen, the royal way I have seen, the ideals I have seen, and the future I have imagined!

The King of Knights raised his sword high and recited the true name of the legendary Noble Phantasm.

Light.

What appeared in front of Lancelot was a light that was more dazzling than gold and could bear the name of holiness.

They appeared out of thin air from the surrounding space bit by bit. Each ray of light was so weak, but it was still enough to illuminate the deep darkness.

This is the dream of knights who have died on the battlefield throughout the ages. Maybe he has not been realized, but he still shines with immortal glory in the abyss.

At this moment, they traveled through time and transcended space, just to gather in front of this blade. Roland believed that Arthur was stronger than Saber for no reason. Compared with the Four Wars, which was more like a group drama, in that original story Here, Arthur Pendragon is the well-deserved protagonist.

It can be said that that war existed just for him.

As a specialized version, it also represents the light of fantasy, but there are essential differences between Arthur's and Saber's treasures.

Arthur's current Noble Phantasm is a holy sword forged by Gaia and Alaya inside the planet.

Forged by the Lake Fairy?

No kidding, anyone who witnessed it wouldn't be delusional.

This is the strongest fantasy forged inside the planet, fueled by people's ideals and beliefs, and it is also the most precious holy sword.

This is already the crystallization of the concept, a glimmer of starlight. The state Arthur holds now is sealed. Only when facing an enemy that can threaten the planet can he truly be unsealed.

But despite this, as the strongest fantasy, the Sword of Victory still has the power of an anti-city Noble Phantasm even if it is sealed.

All the magic power as surging as the sun poured into the blade from Arthur's body, and his heart beat violently in his chest.

Every moment is converted into magic power that is enough to burst the average person, but for the bottomless Holy Sword, this is just an insignificant trace.

With the injection of magic power, more and more light began to gather on the sword, like a prairie fire, and all the brilliance began to burn, like a torch that penetrated the heaven and earth.

Arthur raised the holy sword high and swung it in the direction of Lancelot!

The beam of light from the tip of the sword was also violently emitted from the front end, turning into a torrent of light. This was an imaginary light that could destroy all things. This was a miracle that recreated magic at the level of gods. The huge impact and heat brought it to destroy everything. Shooting towards Zhao Lancelot with a gesture!

Every inscription on the sword is shining brightly. This is the true posture of the holy sword passed down from generation to generation. Even a picky person must admire it from the bottom of his heart when faced with this situation.

The torrent of light cut through everything in front of them. They issued ideal slogans and ran endlessly towards Roland.

"Using the power of gods in a human body, Arthur, this is your current limit. However, there is such power under the seal. After it is completely unlocked, how dazzling will the true glory be?"

High in the sky, Roland held Athena in his arms, stroking the goddess who was completely focused on the battle and had no time to stop him, while having beautiful fantasies about the not-too-distant future.

Since Arthur showed him the glory of fantasy, Roland had to make him clearly understand his limitations.

Under the collision of two absolute forces, layers of space continued to flash, dark blue fragments peeled off piece by piece, falling into the endless abyss, and endless cracks appeared around the space.

A tingling sensation came from the back and flowed into Saber's body, as if it was being pricked by tens of thousands of fine needles. This was a sign of a direct feeling.

This is the power of the Sword of Lake Light. Although it has the same origin as the heroic version of Lancelot, the full power of the God of Steel cannot be crushed by the unsealed Holy Sword.

Lancelot's confidence also came from this. In the previous battle, he had already felt that in addition to the obvious steel, this heroic spirit actually had the concept of a dragon. Although it seemed to be different from the evil dragon of the Earth Mother God, But as long as this concept cannot be stripped away, one's own attacks will have an advantage.

Because in the legend of Lancelot, there are anecdotes about slaying dragons.

This is also the reason why Arthur's intuition clearly told him the answer and made him respond with the Noble Phantasm. If he took this blow completely, he would die.

It's not just as simple as withdrawing from the Holy Grail battlefield and returning to the Hall of Valor, but a deeper death.

——The disillusionment of ideals.

Arthur wielded the rushing brilliance and clearly used the biggest trump card, but he still could not completely drive away the fear in his heart. When meeting old friends, this trait that is not easy to be noticed is always very obvious.

Obviously the light brought by Lancelot's attack was far less dazzling than the light of the Holy Sword, but it was more dazzling. The golden rush that was still roaring just now, calling for victory, still dimmed spontaneously in the confrontation. This did not It wasn't that the Sword of Victory surrendered, but that Arthur's faith was slightly shaken.

He was doubting whether his ideal of restoring the country was correct.

As an ideal prince charming, Arthur's strengths and weaknesses are incompatible with each other and complement each other at the same time.

He is both gentle and cold, ambitious yet does not abandon kindness. When he decides to embark on the path forward, he cannot help but question the correctness of this path.

All the light focused on him, but paradoxically reflected a dim white light like a mirror.

Roland looked at the sad Arthur and laughed evilly.

"No matter which space or timeline he exists in, Arthur, with your shallowness, welcome failure."

For Roland, what deserves his attention is not the light of fantasy. In Xingyue's world line, there is no light that he has not seen before. Although the fantasies of these disappearing people are indeed precious, they are not as important to the real world. It's not rare, to say the least. What Roland longs to see are the only ones.

The military power of the Conqueror and the One and Only, Red A's contradictory justice, whether contradictory or stupid, only the One and Only can be truly treated as an equal by Roland. Arthur's light is not enough.

But he has this value, pursuing the beast, traveling through different time and space, a lonely and shining king, a true man of hope, Roland is looking forward to that kind of change.

But before that, he still needs to practice.

"It's still a little bit worse. It's not enough to kill the opponent."

Roland commented on Lancelot's last resistance, "However, the victory or defeat is enough to show."

He was already in the mood to welcome destruction and the end, and was looking forward to Arthur's choice when the time came.