In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

How sad... They lost so easily?

Well, whatever. I am a knight, King Arthur's knight.

I have proven my dignity... Your Majesty, Lord Anno, and my fellow members of the Round Table...

Isolde...

Take care.

Tristan closed his eyes.

The dragons' bodies collided, trapping Tristan in the middle.

Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table, departs.

......

Kai lost a leg; he was struck by the dragon but barely survived.

He couldn't help but look at Artoria.

The king was still fighting the dragon, still wielding his holy sword.

My eyelids felt heavier and heavier, but tears kept flowing uncontrollably.

I long to see this war won, I long to see you continue sitting at the round table and holding meetings.

Wang, Lia... my sister, I, this incompetent brother, may have to say goodbye sooner than expected...

Kai was speechless. He stretched out a hand to Artoria across the battlefield.

The giant dragon behind them was already closing in.

I'm so unwilling to accept this.

Kay, a Knight of the Round Table and King Arthur's brother, left his seat.

Artoria took in everything on the battlefield.

One after another, the Knights of the Round Table met their end in this war, and Artoria had never felt so powerless as she did now.

But she absolutely cannot fall down, she absolutely cannot break down.

She is a queen, King Arthur, no longer a little girl.

She bit her lip, widened her eyes, and continued to weave and maneuver among the dragons.

There were too many dragons. Although no more dragons emerged from the other side of the portal, nearly two hundred dragons remained on this hill, wreaking havoc on the British army.

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Chapter 104 Mordred...Leaves His Seat!

The brutal war was like a meat grinder, affecting ordinary soldiers, inhuman aliens, and even powerful Knights of the Round Table and dragons alike.

Dragons continued to fall from the sky, but the Knights of the Round Table also paid a heavy price.

Knight of the Round Table, Lan Malok, departed. Even in his final moments, he was still wielding his thunderous spear in martial arts.

Percival and Gahoris left their seats. They, too, had resolutely given their lives after the battle had exhausted them.

Arthur is nearing his limit.

Whether it's emotions or physical strength.

Her wrists were trembling.

Arthur was sent flying by the hammer blow of a giant dragon.

The holy sword fell to the side, and Artoria coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, forcing herself to sit up.

But then he saw sharp dragon claws coming at him.

She wanted to find her holy sword, but discovered it was far away.

She inevitably fell into despair.

Goodbye, my Britain...

She thought silently and closed her eyes.

Ok?

Why can't I feel anything?

Artoria opened her eyes again, only to witness a heartbreaking scene.

The dragon's claws pierced through the knight who stood in front of it.

The knight gripped his broken sword, his eyes filled with anger and hatred as he stared at the dragon.

"You mustn't... hurt my... father..." The words flowed from between the knight's teeth, difficult and unforgettable.

"Mordred... Lord?" Arthur looked at the knight in disbelief, covering his mouth.

Gawain and Lancelot, who rushed over, lured the dragon away.

The dragon claw was pulled out, and Mordred involuntarily knelt on the ground.

She turned her head with difficulty, her gradually graying eyes looking at Artoria, as if she wanted to say something.

"Father...I..." But before she could finish speaking, her body collapsed completely.

Mordred, a Knight of the Round Table, ... left his seat.

Arthur crawled to Mordred's side, turned her over, and looked at the face that looked exactly like his own. Tears finally overcame his stubborn heart.

She held Mordred's body in her arms and wept bitterly.

It was so tragic, so desperate, so...heartbreaking.

However, her cries were drowned out by the dragon's roar.

……

Of the Knights of the Round Table, only five remain who can barely sustain combat.

Lancelot, Gawain, Galahad, and Bedivere.

And Anona's unconscious body.

Driven by obsession, Anno continued to fight the dragon on instinct even after losing consciousness.

Artoria stood up helplessly, her chest stained with the blood of her own children.

She looked at the battlefield. The dragons in the sky were still numerous, all vying to prey on the British soldiers. Only four Knights of the Round Table remained, along with the half-dead Anno and the heavily wounded Balmides left in Camelot.

Feelings of grievance and anger welled up in Artoria's heart.

Countless points of light appeared in her palm.

That was a light that did not belong to the Holy Sword, a light that did not belong to Earth.

The projection of the "Tower of the End" in the universe was held in Artoria's hand.

She planted the holy spear on the ground, her eyes blazing with fury.

"I will sweep away all foreign races on the hills of Camlann, Britain!"

"So, let the afterglow of the Tower of the End be released to its fullest!"

Arthur roared, and the eyes of the remaining people at the round table involuntarily focused on their king.

"Fifteen Constraints Unfold—Roundtable Conference Begins!!!"

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Chapter 105 Shining in the Spear of the End

The magic solidified into golden specks of light, surrounding Arthur.

This is not Arthur's magic, but the magic released by the Holy Lance, a magic that does not belong to Earth.

However, this chaotic and vast magical power will be restrained by the hero.

That is, the fifteen constraints.

The magic of the Holy Lance formed a circle, enveloping Arthur within it.

Lancelot stood beside Arthur and solemnly declared, "We must not be enemies of the elves, Lancelot, I agree."

One of the golden shackles surrounding the Holy Lance broke, releasing a greater amount of magic power.

Sensing the threat, the dragons in the sky roared uneasily and gathered towards Arthur.

Bedivere, who had lost his prosthetic leg, came to Arthur's side and solemnly declared, "This battle is against someone stronger than myself, Bedivere, I agree."

Snap! Another chain broke.

Gawain: "Gawain agrees to whatever decision the king makes."

The chain broke again.

Galahad unleashed the phantom of the Holy City to fend off the dragons' attack: "This is not a battle fought for personal gain, Galahad, I agree."

Snapped.

Anno, whose fate was unknown, limped over to Arthur's side with his aged body. As if his consciousness had been awakened, he spoke in a hoarse voice: "This is a battle for humanity, Anno, I agree."

Snapped.

All the Knights of the Round Table present agreed, but the power of the Holy Lance was still not fully unleashed.

The magic of the Holy Lance, following its constraints, found the fragments of the heroes' souls.

Then it condensed into a phantom.

"This is a battle for survival, Kai, I agree." Kai's ethereal spirit looked at his sister and smiled gently.

“This is a fight for humanity, Gahoris, I agree.”

"This battle is for the pursuit of truth, Agravivan, I agree."

“This is a battle for honor, Lanmarok, I agree.”

“This is a battle fought alongside heroes, Gareth, I agree.” The lively little girl still looked at Anno and Lancelot with admiration.

“This is not an enemy of good people, Percival, I agree.”