A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

His seemingly delirious babbling, though his consciousness was already fading, sustained him as he continued toward that highest point.

Blood tastes like iron.

Transforming the belief stored in his right arm into an iron will, Bedivere's gaze became unwavering.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Return of the Holy Sword

Merlin once told Bedivere, "Regardless of the outcome of the battle, you will die. Exhausted of your soul, you will be banished from the cycle of reincarnation, and your existence will surely fall into nothingness. With such bonds, do you still wish to proceed towards the end of this journey?"

Bedivere answered without hesitation.

"Yes, my heart still beats for that King's Light."

Merlin nodded noncommittally, then, after transforming the holy sword into the "Silver Arm" with his wand, continued speaking to Bedivere.

"This 'Silver Arm (Agateram)' burns your soul fiercely every time it's used, but just bear with it. Your goal is a possibility, an apocalyptic land where chivalry is about to reach its ultimate form. Even if you have to fight your former comrades, even if you have to face your past sins, the brilliance of this arm will never diminish. Because this is the greatest sin you have ever committed."

After saying this, Merlin pushed Bedivere away from 'Avalon'.

"Give my regards to the people of Chaldea. Farewell, Lord Bedivere."

……

Shirou casually hoisted Mordred onto his shoulder and carried her toward the steps leading to the top of the Holy City.

The outcome of her challenge to Shirou was obvious.

Mordred, who had been ravaged by Shirou once again, had no power left to resist.

"Damn it, damn it, I won't accept this!"

Mordred, who was leaning on Shirou's shoulder, weakly pounded Shirou's back with a fierce expression, but the force was like a massage.

"Hmm, put in some effort. Are you exhausted so quickly? You're too weak."

"hateful……!"

Mordred changed the pounding to a vigorous kneading.

This has turned into a massage.

……

As Bedivere stepped onto the last step, his view suddenly opened up.

The clear blue sky, without a single cloud, illuminated the long corridor leading to the palace with a bright and clear light.

Shirou, Gudako, and the others have already appeared here.

"I...did it."

Bedivere addressed Shirou and the others.

Shirou smiled and said, "Yes, let's continue, knight."

Bedivere nodded firmly and turned his gaze forward.

The Lion King sat on his throne, his gaze coldly fixed on the crowd.

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"I am the King of Storms, the Lord of the Tower of the End, the Lion King—the remnant of the heroic spirits who wield the Holy Lance Rungomminiad."

The Lion King's gaze swept over the crowd.

“Answer me, why did you climb this tower?”

"To correct humanity and reclaim the future!" Gudako answered without hesitation.

The Lion King looked at her indifferently.

"Human reason has been burned away, and salvation no longer exists except in this tower at the end."

"No, how can this be considered redemption!" Gudako exclaimed angrily.

"If humanity is lost, the gods will cease to exist."

The Lion King then stood up, revealing the Holy Lance in his hand.

“I deeply love humanity. Therefore, I cannot bear to see you disappear... I have gathered the pure souls who remain for posterity, preserved them as records, and bestowed eternity upon these near-ending lives—this is the ultimate conclusion for protecting humanity, and it is your happiness.”

Golden radiance shone

Emerging, it unleashed a power that tore everything apart, as this world on the verge of destruction.

"The Holy Lance, the anchor—it is the storm anchor that tears the sky and connects the earth."

Upon hearing the Lion King's chant, Mashu quickly addressed Gudako earnestly.

"Master, I'm going in!"

"Hmm!" Gudako nodded, then activated a Command Spell to release Mash's Noble Phantasm.

"Just you wait and see, Director. I am determined to prove the fundamental principles of human reason!"

Mash raised her shield.

"Our homeland, with all its wounds and resentment..."

The voices of the Lion King and Mash rang out simultaneously.

"A radiant light shines at the end—'Rhongomyniad, the spear that shines at the end'!!"

"Reveal—the already distant ideal city (Lord Camelot)!!!"

The sudden burst of sanctioning light was blocked by that shield.

Scattered rays of light swayed in the wind.

Bedivere strode forward.

Upon seeing the knight, the Lion King frowned slightly.

"Who are you? You appear to be a knight as well."

Mashu's eyes widened upon hearing this. "You can't possibly not recognize him! This is Lord Bedivere, a Knight of the Round Table!"

However, the Lion King shook his head.

"What are you talking about? I don't know any knight with that name."

Bedivere nodded slightly.

"I think so too... but seeing this might make your memory clearer."

As he spoke, Bedivere raised his right arm, and the "Silver Arm" shone with a dazzling golden light, completely different from its usual silver glow.

Upon seeing this, the Lion King's pupils contracted slightly; how could she not recognize the light emanating from her own holy sword?

"This radiance...I recognize it...I recognize this...!"

Bedivere gave a gentle smile and glanced at Shirou, Gudako, and the others behind him one last time, as if saying goodbye.

"Everyone, I have no way to repay your help and kindness to date. If we have the chance to meet again in the future..."

At this point, Bedivere couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

"No, there's probably no chance anymore... My soul has already burned to its end..."

The knight's body was already faintly visible, and the only thing supporting him was the belief stored in his right arm.

He continued to move forward, blood already flowing down his armor, leaving a bright red footprint with every step he took.

“This arm… is Excalibur…” the Lion King said. “Bedewell, I remember now, your name.”

"Yes, I made a mistake."

Bedivere closed his eyes.

“In that forest, I hesitated to obey your command. If I returned the Holy Sword to the lake, you would truly die… I was afraid that this would happen, so I failed to return the Holy Sword even on the third attempt. When I returned to the forest, the King had already disappeared… Later I learned that because I had not returned the Holy Sword, the King picked up the Holy Lance he had left behind and became the King of the Dead, wandering the world. To atone for my sins, I have been searching for you.”

Having said that, Bedivere had already arrived in front of the Lion King, the light from his right arm already dazzlingly bright.

"King Arthur, please allow me, on behalf of the Knights of the Round Table... to offer you this gift of gratitude."

The knight knelt on one knee before the king and presented the re-emerged holy sword to him with both hands.

"As a gift to you, who single-handedly worked to bring that dark era to a close. You are the starlight shining in the night sky, you have shown us the way and led us forward. Now, it is time to return this sword to you."

An endless, warm light enveloped everything, dispelling the darkness and bringing gentleness to the world.

When the light faded, the End Wave, the Storm, the Holy Lance, and Bedivere all vanished.

The knight's will, which transcended 1500 years, was recognized by the world, allowing his soul to be reunited in the Throne of Heroes after it had dissipated.

"...Bedewell, confirmed, the Holy Sword has been returned."

The Lion King held the holy sword, and all the past events flooded back into his mind.

Two people, almost identical yet with slightly different memories, are locked in a struggle, neither able to melt the other's embrace.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Foolish Woman Alaya

The Lion King bit his lip, his gaze unconsciously falling on the red-haired boy who was walking towards him.

"Orihara Shirou..."

The Lion King looked at Shirou with incredibly complex emotions.

Her gaze shifted constantly between tender affection and icy coldness.

At this moment, the two personalities are at their most balanced, but in just a little while, the scales of balance will tip to the other side.

That's why when Shirou pulled her into his arms, she only encountered slight resistance.

It wasn't that the goddess wanted to get so close to Shirou, but rather that Saber's will was too strong at this moment, so much so that even the goddess couldn't suppress it.

Go down.

The beautiful girl's face before me held a mixture of pain and longing, and her eyes shifted between amber and yellowish-green.

Saber: "Shirou..."

Goddess: "Let me go...!"

The words, both gentle and cold, reached Shirou's ears.

Shirou looked at Artoria's face and slowly lowered his head.