I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

Wang Fei left the white dragon and landed on the ground.

With a holy sword in one hand and a holy gun in the other, his whole body seemed to be bathed in a sea of ​​blood. He said, "The time of victory——has come!"

The white dragon fell to the mountain range, roaring, roaring, the wings on the back merged into the body.

The pure white dragon body also turned into black lava.

The berserk Long Tong stared at the king, roaring, and his body grew violently, reaching more than fifty meters.

A huge, pitch-black dragon, with lava flowing from its mouth, so hot that it can burn everything.

This is the magic dragon.

Demon Dragon Vortigern!

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"The pursuit of strength, have you given up the last trace of your mind?"

Wang looked at the dragon and had nothing to say.

He and Vortigern are running counter to each other.

One chooses to turn back and the other chooses to move forward.

It has reached the point where there is nothing to say.

An emotional person is full of emotion and passion, but it is also very difficult to control his sensibility, and the result is blinded by emotion.

The acme of love is evil, but unfortunately, it is others who perceive the evil, but you are obsessed with your own fervent love.I live in my own world.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the idea of ​​being angry and fighting for the continuation of Britain in terms of human values.

But the way of choice is to go backwards in history and deny the history of Britain so far.

Denying the human karma created by the British until now, trying to use the power of God to complete the continuation, even if they bowed down to God, they will always be God's puppets.

Rather than saying it is a struggle, it is better to say that it is wearing the skin of "resistance" and fearing the way forward, so I chose to turn back.

Packing yourself with layers of theories, convincing yourself, and getting to the bottom of it, is just a weak person in thought.

Dare to love and hate, but dare not look forward. After all, such a person can only be a friend, but not a leader.

No one's fate can be tied to a person who focuses on the prosperity of the past and is hesitant to move forward.

As long as he has a little courage, he will not choose to restart the Age of Gods, choose Shengba, instead of choosing to fight with this planet, with this world.

This is the biggest difference between Shirou and Vortigern.

Vortigern chose to go backwards, but he chose to go forward.

So Vortigern gained the power of the past, but he got the light of the future.

Therefore, there are many people around Shirou, not because of anything else, but people who forge ahead, and they themselves have a kind of light that attracts people to follow.But there was no one around Vortigern, and only the beast that roared with him followed him, not because of anything else, but because he chose to place himself in a lonely situation from the very beginning.

So he is the most powerful individual.

To put it bluntly, the war between Shirou and Vortigern is actually a war between groups and individuals, advancing and retreating.

Shirou returned the star sword and sheath to Artoria, held up the star gun, the scorching gun body burned his body, but the firm will produced stronger power.

He shouted loudly: "Tear apart the battlefield, besiege and kill the dragon!"

"Siege -!"

The generals in charge led the army and tore apart the battlefield with their last strength.

The prepared regiments, strong young men, holding sharp knives, tore apart the road to the other shore.

The magic dragon stands among the mountains and ravines, with its sharp claws pressed against the mountains, its huge body is like a mountain.

The king held up the shining holy spear, and the people around him, following the shining light, marched towards the final battlefield.

Arturia, Scathach, Tristan, Kai, Alquite, Morgan, and Merlin who came here...

Whether it is a magician, a knight, or even a true ancestor, they are all rushing to the end under the shining light that tears apart the centuries.

Famous and unnamed warriors.

Sharp weapons, heavy iron hooves.

The silent elite, marching towards the final journey.

This is the battle of ants besieging giant elephants!

"Hoo ho ho ho--"

The magic dragon roared, and when it opened its mouth, it breathed out molten lava that could melt everything.

Arturia held up the sword of the star, the light of the star, and wiped away the breath of molten lava.

Scathach flew across the mountains, and the death blow pierced the dragon's eye.

The dragon yelled furiously, flying its giant palms, trying to slap the queen of dead shadows.

However, behind it, the huge dragon tail was held by the true ancestor.

The eyes were shining with the light of choosing and devouring, the sharp canine teeth, the pale and weak cheeks, the true ancestor's full blow, but the huge dragon was thrown out like everything.