Chapter 232

"Huh? Is he actually a god?"

"Yes... and he is also a very powerful warrior. He is stronger than any enemy I have ever encountered before. People can't help but think, 'It would be great to fight with him.'"

"...My lord, do you actually have such a high opinion of that god?"

Although the weirdo's expression could not be seen due to the white cloth wrapped around his body, you could still feel the surprise in his tone.

At the same time, he was very pleasantly surprised... because he once again felt the awe-inspiring fighting spirit from the King of the End.

That's no problem... As long as you can rekindle your fighting spirit, the king holding the divine sword of salvation will be invincible in this world!

The weirdo has such a degree of confidence in the King of the End.

"So... we can't continue to be lazy."

The turbid eyes gradually glowed with light, and the King of the End stood up and looked in one direction.

At that moment, he had a feeling... the other party was also looking this way.

Perhaps even he himself didn't notice... There was a bit more expectation and joy in his smile.

"It seems that the other party can't wait...then..."

He raised his hand and clenched his fingers tightly, as if he was holding something.

Immediately, the spirit of words that was as loud as thunder was recited out of his mouth.

"I pray to the noble King of Thunder and Lightning, the warrior who masters the use of all weapons, that the supreme bow you granted me in the past... may awaken in my hands at this time."

The next moment, it was as if all the colors had been driven away, leaving only a dead gray color between the sky and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, with the King of the End's hand as the center, cracks appeared along with the sound of "click, click, click", and finally shattered like glass.

In the hands of the Last King, suddenly there was a long bow.

At the same time, he also had a quiver on his waist, which contained several arrows, each one filled with extremely terrifying divine power.

Looking at this bow, the King of the Last's eyes looked a little more nostalgic.

"Sure enough, for me... bows and arrows are better."

He calmly took out an arrow from the quiver, put it on the bowstring, and then pulled the bowstring to the full moon.

"O Indra, God of Thunder, use your divine power to pierce my enemy."

The next moment, the arrow turned into a destructive thunder, piercing the space and flying into the distance.

…

The wind blew the black skirt.

Arturia stood quietly in mid-air, like a schoolgirl waiting for her friend in front of the station.

Until a certain moment, Arturia opened her eyes as if she felt something.

"Coming."

A distance of hundreds of thousands of miles was covered instantly, and before you saw that flash of lightning, it had already exploded in front of your eyes.

Artoria tilted her head, causing the lightning to pass through her hair. Then, Artoria stretched out her hand and grabbed the arrow.

The irresistible and powerful inertia carried Artoria far away. The earth along the way was torn apart, and the mountains turned into rift valleys. The destructive divine power followed the aftermath and flowed into the earth. If there were no accidents, the land that the lightning passed through would I'm afraid it will take tens of thousands of years of cultivation or deduction before life can be born again.

Even though her body was carried away by the arrow for an unknown distance, Arturia still held on to the arrow and did not let go, constantly consuming the kinetic energy contained in the arrow.

Until a certain moment, Artoria's eyes narrowed, and her arm suddenly exerted force, causing the arrow to deflect.

Arturia turned around, and then threw the arrow at a faster speed in the direction from which it was shot.

The thunder light spanned hundreds of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, passing through the King of the Last, leaving behind him a huge ravine that spread to the horizon, with restless thunder snakes constantly beating in this ravine.

Looking back, the King of the End sighed and showed a helpless smile.

"Really, this is the arrow given to me by Lord Indra... To throw it back directly is too disrespectful to others."

Immediately, he turned to look at the weirdo next to him and said with a smile, "right?"

"..."

The strange man, whose whole body was wrapped in white cloth, was silent when he saw such a shocking scene.

The divine weapon given to the last king to appear in the world by the gods was easily picked up by the opponent and thrown back directly... It is simply unheard of!

Suddenly, an extremely sharp momentum descended here.

Pointing her toes, Artoria glanced indifferently at the weirdo whose whole body was wrapped in white cloth, and then set her sights on the King of the End.

"Is he the helper you hired?"

"He is an important comrade of mine."

The King of the End answered Artoria's question with a gentle expression, and then looked at Mordred.

"So, who is this?"

"My trusted knight."

After an inexplicable pause, Artoria added, "And...my daughter."

When Arturia said these words, Mordred's body clearly shook.

"……oops."

Even the King of the End was shocked, his eyes constantly changing between Artoria and Mordred.

"This... is really unexpected."

"Why be surprised?"

Artoria frowned and said, "Do you think I am too young? Since you are a god, you are not so naive as to use my appearance to judge my age, right?"

"What surprises me is not that, but that your daughter is also a god of disobedience."

The King of the End explained, "After all, mother and daughter have the qualifications to become gods at the same time... This is rare in mythology."

"But this is fine, two versus two, very fair."

The King of the Last nodded, and then picked up the Divine Sword of Salvation, pointing the tip at Artoria, and the sharp edge flowing out was a bit dazzling.

After glancing at the King of the Last, Artoria spoke again.

"You should be more than just this helper, right?"

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"You should be more than just this helper, right?"

When Arturia said these words, the King of the End was slightly startled, and then smiled bitterly.

"You can see..."

Along with a buzzing sound, a cloud-like shadow vaguely appeared next to the King of the End, but it was difficult to distinguish against the dark background.

"This is my brother and my subordinate god."

The King of the Last sighed: "The God of Disobedience is a god of rebellion who has deviated from the myth. He should have been eroded by madness and conformed to his own instinctive form. If he were the God of War, he would always be immersed in the joy of battle. Looking for worthy opponents in pursuit of victory.”

"I came into the world with a mission, and obviously I cannot be affected by the madness of disobedience, so my brother endured this distortion on my behalf, allowing me to appear in this world in a normal manner, but he because of With the double amount of madness, I can't even show it."

After saying that, the King of the End raised his head, his eyes filled with fighting spirit brighter than ever before at this moment.

"I am standing here with the expectations of too many people on my back. I have no chance to give up. As a hero, I have the obligation to respond to their expectations."

Staring at the resolute face of the King of the End, Artoria paused for a moment and spoke.

"It's such a heavy obligation... If I were blue, I might have a lot in common with you."

For the prosperity of the country and the happiness of the people, she abandoned her human identity and chose a path destined to die in the most miserable way.

While seeing the end of herself and her country, she also saw brief but true smiles on the faces of those around her.

Arturia is very similar to the final king in front of her... both are driven by fate, walking on the path that bears the name of the right.

If we were to say the only difference... that was that Artoria still had the power to choose.

Before drawing the holy sword, Merlin advised her to reconsider.

It's just that at that time, she was attracted by the smiles as bright as the warm spring sun on the people's faces, and finally she resolutely drew out the holy sword and became the king.

What's ridiculous is that these personal experiences of Artoria... have become fictional stories in this world.

Arturia stared at the King of the End, her golden eyes turned into vertical pupils, and there was obvious low pressure surrounding her body.

The King of the End is very puzzled at this moment...Did he say something wrong just now? Why is the other person staring at me with angry eyes?

"Mordred."

Arturia stared at Mordred and said, "I'll leave that one to you."

Arturia had long known that the King of the End had a helper, so she asked Mordred to deal with that helper. This was already discussed.

"That guy with bandages all over his body, right? Just leave it to me with confidence, father."

Mordred knocked on his breastplate with his fist and showed a very confident smile, "Look at me winning beautifully!"

"My friend."

The King of the End still stared at Artoria and said in a gentle tone: "I have to ask you again."

"I will dedicate victory to my Lord."

Mordred and the strange man met their eyes from a distance. The next moment, red thunder burst out from one person's body, and the other was entangled by the invisible wind. The two flew towards the distance at an extremely fast speed at the same time, destroying the battlefield. It was given to Artoria and the King of the End.

Watching his comrades go away, the King of the End slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Artoria.

"Then, let's continue the previous battle, this... uh..."

At this point, the King of the End suddenly paused, and then he remembered that he had been fighting with the opponent for so long but had never asked the opponent's name.

How does this work? Such a respectable opponent may never have the chance to meet again... How can we not even tell each other our names?

"Artoria."

Seemingly sensing the embarrassment of the King of the End, Artoria took the initiative and said, "Artoria Pendragon."

"...Huh?"

"You're quite surprised. I'm almost used to that expression."

Seeing that the King of the End showed a very unacceptable expression, Artoria said very coldly: "However, whether it is a gender issue or the question of 'why fictional things come true', I do not intend to make any decisions. Explain, after all, I don’t have that spare time. Likewise, I didn’t lie. Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

"Now you know why I'm so angry with you, right?"

Arturia pointed her sword at the King of the Last, with a face as cold as ice, "What I have experienced with the Knights of the Round Table and the people of Britain has suddenly been denied and turned into a fictional myth. It is even more inexplicable. It’s a ridiculous ‘prototype’… You can’t justify it without killing it.”

"Ah, that... I'm sorry..."

Although the myth of King Arthur in this world was invented when the Last King was sleeping, his birth should have little to do with the Last King... but the Last King still apologized very sincerely.

Although he is the strongest warrior chosen by the gods to defeat the Demon King, he is unexpectedly a gentle and good man.

"I see. No wonder you are also the King of the End. No wonder I feel that the breath on your body is inexplicably familiar... Although I don't know why it is like this, many of my problems have been solved."

The King of the End scratched his head with complicated emotions, and then responded humbly and politely: "My words...I seem to be called the 'King of the End' and the 'Brave', but if you call me by my name..."

The King of the Last's voice was choked, and his expression became bright, but he soon returned to calm.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't call his own name... No matter how deep he slept, he shouldn't be like this.

It seems that it has been drifting on the earth for too long and has been severely worn. Even some important information in the soul is incomplete.

"You are Rama."

Arturia calmly spoke the true name of the King of the End.

"You are the original prototype of the image of 'the brave man who defeated the demon king and rescued the princess'. You are the protagonist of the Indian epic "Ramayana". Vishnu came to the world to defeat the demon king Ravana because of the prayers of the gods in the name of savior. Incarnation - Prince Rama."

"Rama...yes, I 'had' had that name."

The King of the End took a deep breath, and his breath changed at this moment.

It was as if something that had been missing had been replaced, and a dazzling light bloomed in his eyes.

"I am...Rama!"