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

"This is for the battles to come, Bindo, I agree."

A phantom figure solidified behind Arthur, standing directly above his own body. She looked at her father with eyes full of respect, longing, and regret, and declared, "This is a battle against evil, Mordred, I agree."

The chains broke in thirteen places, and the Holy Lance lost its spear shape, seemingly transforming back into a projection of the Tower of the End.

Only two constraints remained unbroken, and the immense magical power was terrifying, intimidating the dragons flying in the air.

They felt fear, they felt the threat of death.

Some of the dragons desperately fled, while others charged towards Arthur fearlessly.

These two unresolved constraints are, firstly, an impossible requirement in this war, set by the Knights of the Round Table, Balmides, that "it must be a one-on-one battle."

Another one is Arthur's constraint.

"This is the battle to save the world!!!" Arthur stood tall, declaring with fury.

The light of the Holy Lance intensified once more, and Arthur could barely withstand the sheer volume of magical energy.

She pointed the spear tip at the sky and called out the true name of the Holy Lance without any hesitation.

"Shining in the Spear of the End (Rhongomyniad)!!!!"

A light more deadly and dazzling than the light of the Holy Sword poured forth from the Holy Lance, which had broken free of the fourteen constraints, like a flood, carrying with it a mad rage of hatred for evil and alien species.

The brilliance of the Holy Lance can be observed even from beyond Earth.

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Chapter 106 Blood-Soaked Chalk

Under the baptism of the Holy Lance, even the sky would be shattered.

Under the radiance of the holy lance, the dragons turned to ashes. Of the approximately 250 dragons that remained, most were annihilated, leaving only about fifty.

Although the dragons were terrified, they became excited once they saw what was happening below.

The recoil from the Holy Lance nearly charred the arm Arthur was holding, leaving him lying on the ground, his fate unknown.

The Holy Lance, having released its power, was once again bound by chains and left lying on the ground to one side.

The dragons, devoid of human emotions, glared at Arthur with excitement and malice, vying to fly over and finish him off.

But at that moment, a gaunt figure who had lost his left arm stood in front of King Arthur.

It's Anno.

The Holy Lance awakened his corrupt soul.

Before that, he stood in a dark, boundless space, looking around.

"Am I... already dead?" he murmured to himself.

"No, An Nuoqing, you are not dead yet." A voice rang out.

Anno looked up.

It was Bose, a Knight of the Round Table who had already died in the war.

"The war still needs Minister Anno to clean it up."

All the Knights of the Round Table who had left their seats appeared around Anno, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

He smiled and nodded.

"My purpose in coming here is death," he sighed, turning his head to look, only to find that the Knights of the Round Table had all vanished.

“Thank you, Knight Anno.” King Yuther nodded to Anno.

......

The bloodlust on the battlefield gradually gathered.

"My body has withered away..."

Anno's eyes gradually became unfocused.

"But... I have other things I can use..."

Anno was enveloped in blood, exuding a rich and chaotic aura.

The holy sword groaned faintly, its surface stained crimson with blood.

The blood bubble burst, revealing a knight whose entire body was crimson.

The heavily injured Lancelot and Gawain silently watched Anno.

In the final moments of his life, Anno abandoned the path and dignity of being a knight, choosing instead to exploit his own sins.

The sins committed against the inhuman are the salvation of humanity.

"Blood-soaked... chalk." Anno, with his limbs mutilated, held the chalk, which was stained crimson with blood, and flew out into the air.

The evil sword, its blade dripping with blood, unleashed a massive sword aura, as large as a full moon, from the white clay.

A giant dragon was struck by the blood energy and was sliced ​​in two as easily as cutting tofu.

The remaining dragons roared in fear and rage, and began to attack Anor.

However, Anno, enveloped in blood, seemed to have inexhaustible stamina.

Blood and qi dyed the clouds red and carpeted the earth with red.

Anno, soaked in blood, stood on the ground, both tyrannical and elegant.

Most of the dragons were killed, and the remaining ones fled back to the portal with mournful cries, no longer daring to lay a finger on Arthur.

Anno turned around again and looked at the alien race that still remained on the land.

"Arrrrrrr————" A roar came from its mouth, chalk? Having absorbed the blood of the dragon, it once again unleashed a wave of despair.

“This…” Lancelot had never seen Anno like this before.

The alien races were almost completely wiped out by Anno alone.

Anno teleported to the foot of Mount Kam, in front of the portal.

He seemed to be admiring the portal.

Then, facing the boundary of the spatial gate, it swung its own chalk?

The boundary of the spatial gate was extremely sturdy; it took Anno four sword strikes to completely shatter one side.

The shattered portal, as if collapsing, twisted and deformed before returning to its original form.

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Chapter 107 I'm Tired

Lancelot and Gawain were already nearing the end of their lives before the holy light of the Holy Lance was even released.

Gawain has been frequently releasing holy light in recent days, while Lancelot has been able to hold on until now entirely because his physical strength has depleted a lot of his physical strength and magical power due to the magic.

Even so, he and Gao Wen had reached their limit.

The sun was about to set, and Gao Wen could no longer hold on. He knelt on one knee, barely managing to keep himself from collapsing, but his tired eyes were already completely closed and could not be opened again.

Lancelot leaned against a tree, his eyes half-closed, watching Anno who was still clearing out the remaining aliens, then looked at Arthur lying to the side, and gritted his teeth.

How tragic, Lancelot, that in the final moments of his life he brought such a disaster upon Britain...

Britain is destroyed, it's finished, everyone knows that.

The king has no heir, his fate is unknown, and almost all the high-ranking Knights of the Round Table have been wiped out.

Britain is destroyed; that is a fact.

Britain, having lost all its high command, was bound to descend into chaos. However, at least it did not become a paradise for alien species; it still belonged to humanity and remained their home.

Lancelot's vision was already blurred. He watched as a knight in purple leather armor ran towards him, and two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks.

Goodbye, my son...

Knights of the Round Table, Gawain and Lancelot, leave their seats.

Galahad shook Lancelot's body frantically in disbelief, but this "irresponsible" father was no longer able to respond to his son's grief.

Bedivere crawled laboriously toward the king.

In war, no one is unscathed. Bedivere not only lost his prosthetic leg, but also many other things.

For example, an eyeball, or half a charred face.

He stared intently at the unconscious Arthur with his eyes that could still see clearly.

He crawled to the king's side and helped him up.

Arthur did not die, or rather, she is immortal.

The Star Sword, forged from the planet's core, blessed her, and together with the blessing of the King's Sword, made her immortal and eternally youthful.

Therefore, even though she is nearly forty years old, she still looks as youthful and energetic as she did when she was fifteen and drew Wang Xuan's sword.

Bedivere tried to shake Arthur, but found that although Arthur was still breathing, he showed no signs of waking up.

He understood; the King was exhausted. Having unleashed holy light at the same high frequency as Gawain and Anno, and even exceeding expectations by releasing the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, the King was utterly drained, completely devoid of energy.

We need to replenish Wang's energy...

Bedivere thought for a moment, hardened his heart, stretched out his intact arm, and bit it with his teeth.

Blood trickled down Arthur's throat. Bedivere looked down at Arthur and said, "My king, please... please wake up!"

"Please, at least, state your last wishes!"

Bedivere cried and spoke, but then felt the arm she was feeding Arthur push away.

He looked down in surprise and saw Arthur's stern gaze.

"Bei Qing... please bandage this up." Arthur sighed.

“I’m exhausted…” she said wearily and with self-reproach. “I failed to protect Britain.”

Large tears streamed down her face.

"They failed to protect my army, they even failed to protect Mordred..."

"Bei Qing, go, return the source of my immortality to the fairy in the lake..."