A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Upon hearing Gao Wen's words, the soldiers immediately became excited.

"Oh! Is Gao Wenqing finally going to make his move?!"

As the excited soldiers quickly retreated, Gawain looked up at the bright, sunny sky and smiled confidently.

"Even with the blessing of 'Never-Ending Night,' fighting at a time like this still excites me the most!"

As if sensing Gawain's feelings, the "Sword of Victory" in his hand burst into flames, burning and swaying continuously in the sunlight.

Just as Gawain was about to make his move, he felt as if the scene before him was torn apart for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, a tall skeleton swordsman appeared in front of him.

He stood there quietly, the eerie blue flames in his eyes carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

— Like the incarnation of the Grim Reaper of the Underworld.

"No need to make a move, 'Sun Knight' Gawain, your paths have been extinguished by me."

The skeleton swordsman spoke calmly, his voice like an ancient, resonant bell.

Gawain stared intently at the skeleton swordsman before him.

"No matter who the opponent is, there is nothing my sword cannot cut!"

As if making a vow, Gawain swung his sword, which was engulfed in flames.

"The Sword of Victory (Excalibur Gallatin)!!!"

Faced with Gawain's attack, the skeleton swordsman made no attempt to dodge and instead swung his sword to clash with Gawain.

Clang!

Steel clashed, sparks flew.

The skeleton swordsman in front of him remained motionless, while Gawain was thrown back several steps by the recoil.

The "Sword of Victory" nearly slipped from his hand.

"How is this possible... Just who are you?!"

"Hassan al-Sabah, who came from the valley, only to take away the living."

The ghostly blue flames in the skeleton swordsman's eyes burned even brighter.

"The evening bell has already rung for you."

……

"I never expected you would dare to confront me, Bedivere."

Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, looked ahead with a hint of surprise.

The silver-haired knight who was confronting him.

"Aren't you... afraid of dying?"

"Death is no longer a scary thing for me."

Bedivere shook his head slightly, the breeze ruffling his silver hair, giving the handsome androgynous knight a touch of melancholy.

"I fear more than death that I cannot restore the hearts of the people to my king."

As he said this, Bedivere raised his right arm, his emerald eyes filled with unprecedented determination, and even his voice was slightly hoarse with a hint of anger.

"A fleeting glimpse, the Silver Arm (Dead End Agateram)!!!"

An extreme burst of light.

Lancelot sneered at the sight.

"If a trick doesn't work the first time, do you think it will work the second time?"

Wielding "Indestructible Lake Light," Lancelot's figure blurred into afterimages as he attacked Bedivere.

Clang clang clang clang—! !!!

Their figures transformed into silver and purple lines, intersecting on the battlefield.

The clanging of weapons rang out continuously; Bedivere and Lancelot had already exchanged blows dozens of times.

"Heh, you've improved a bit. But you should understand, you can't possibly beat me!"

Lancelot grinned, and his swordsmanship became increasingly ferocious, causing Bedivere to suddenly find it difficult to fight back.

Bang!

The silver-haired knight was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

However, he got up with a speed that surprised Lancelot and charged forward once again.

"You guy...!"

Lancelot was deeply shocked, but his sword-wielding movements did not falter in the slightest.

After several exchanges, the silver-haired knight was covered in wounds, and even his standing posture was slightly unsteady.

The "Silver Arm" did indeed give Bedivere the strength to fight the Knights of the Round Table, but he did not gain the Holy Sword's approval, and therefore could not unleash the Holy Sword's original power.

“Stop, Bedivere. You should understand that it’s impossible to get past me…”

Remembering that they had once sat around the same table, Lancelot couldn't help but offer his advice.

Based on his understanding of this knight, the other party's swordsmanship should be at the lower end of the Knights of the Round Table.

But why is he still able to stand up and fight against himself?

Then, the silver-haired knight raised his left hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Even the most dire predicament can only be resolved by charging forward."

Bedivere swallowed the blood in his mouth and charged at the Knight of the Lake once more.

You've said "impossible" far too often!

Chapter Twenty-One: Glory Lies on the Other Shore

The roars of battle and the clang of steel echoed all around. Shirou strolled in the center of the battlefield, oblivious to everyone around him, and looked up at the castle atop the holy city.

His gaze passed through the castle doors and met that of the Lion King on the throne.

"I've arrived, Saber."

As Shirou drew ever closer to the tightly closed gates of the Holy City, a voice filled with rage rang out from the dazzling crowd.

"Orihara Shirou————"

The girl's figure swept in like a destructive hurricane, sending anyone who stood in her way flying.

Mordred, brandishing the King's Sword, stared intently at the red-haired boy in a pure white tailcoat, his eyes blazing with fury.

The sword in her hand, fueled by her anger, emitted a crimson magical light.

"You're going to die!!"

……

"It's so noisy, Agravan. Has the Holy City already been invaded?"

Before the throne, the Lion King opened his eyes, his dazzling yellow-green eyes casting his gaze outside the palace. His gaze met someone's for a moment, then his eyes trembled slightly before he immediately looked away.

Agravín below nodded.

"Yes, my king... The main gate has been breached, the enemy has entered the city, and the other knights are all tied up. Your Majesty, the 'Holy Battle' is over. The next step is for you to decide. Open the Tower of the End here and establish the thousand-year kingdom that could not be realized in Britain, an ideal country that will not be invaded by anyone, nor invade anyone—and we will witness your achievements."

The Lion King nodded and then stood up.

"The waves of the end have reached my throne. Close the round table, and this realm will become a staircase. Camelot will usher in an era of raging storms—in the name of the Storm King, it is time to take everything into the palm of my hand."

"As ordered."

Agguwen bowed respectfully: "I will guard the only passage to the throne room, and may my king's military fortunes prosper."

After saying that, Agguiwen quickly left.

The Lion King, standing before the throne, gazed intently outward from the palace and exhaled slightly.

Then, he talked to himself as if he were talking to someone.

"...What is it about that person that makes you struggle so much? Quiet down and witness the creation of my ideal kingdom."

The Lion King closed his eyes

eye.

The space rippled slightly, and a dazzling golden light emerged, forming the shape of a Noble Phantasm—"The Spear That Shines at the End."

……

A ray of light appeared from the top of the holy city, and then the light began to spread gradually.

In the blink of an eye, that single point of light had expanded into a wall of light that enveloped the entire holy city.

Inside the temple of 'Sun King' Ozymandias.

"Lord Ozymandias, the Tower of the End has appeared in the Holy City!"

Upon hearing Nitocris's report, Ozymandias laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, just as I thought! It seems the Lion King is about to make his move!"

With that, Ozymandias gave the order.

"Open the eyes of the Great Temple, activate the Light of Dendera! Transfer the magic allocated for the defense against Purification into the Great Light Bulb! Next, I will use all the Great Temple's reserves to deliver a divine punishment to the Holy City from a great distance!"

"Yes! Pyramid armor—disarm!"

The stone at the top of the great temple shattered, revealing what was covered inside.

It was a blue sphere that looked like a giant crystal ball.

Electric arcs leap within it, and dangerous energy roams wildly within.

"Light bulb, magic compression and acceleration ritual, begin! Maintain stable output from the Hot Sand level to the Dark Night level!"

Nitocris reported, "Lord Ozymandias, everything is ready!"

Upon hearing this, Ozymandias stood up and loudly proclaimed.

"Let my divine thunder shatter that Lion King's holy lance!"