Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

"We are but the souls of the past. Now we are the living in the present. Therefore, let the Last Dragon bear witness to our resolve to continue our existence! Let it understand the will with which we came here. This is the starting point of our journey!

Assemble, we, the guardians of the Round Table!"

Altria raised her sword with both hands.

Thirteen Knights of the Round Table stood behind her, responding to her call with loyalty and respect.

This is a battle for humanity.

[As the current incarnation of the Last Dragon, all you have to do now is remember this future and record it.]

【However, you don’t have to worry】

The radiance displayed by the gathering of the round table at this moment is more brilliant and dazzling than anything else.

[Just a regret for the ancient dragon in the past]

[Obstacles that will never stop them from moving forward]

Gawain and Lancelot will lead the way first.

The two raised their holy swords as if competing, neither showing any weakness, and the sun's flames and the lake's light shone brightly together.

Even a holy sword would have difficulty cutting dragon scales.

But this doesn't mean there are no flaws.

As long as they repeat the attack and focus on one point, the holy swords in their hands will also be effective.

As for the fiery breath of the dragon.

Galahad raised the shield of the Round Table, revealing the chalk walls, and blocked them all with his noble and unyielding will.

Percival healed everyone with the Holy Lance.

Tristan uses his ears to detect wind direction to predict attacks, and he also plays the bow and harp to strategically harass the dragon.

Mordred fully demonstrates his true nature as a rebellious knight.

He swung his sword to meet the dragon's breath head-on.

Use the crimson thunder to chop off the dragon's wings, preventing it from soaring in the sky for a while and gaining air superiority.

[Even if everyone around the table cooperates perfectly]

The last dragon's blazing fire has not died down, but has only grown stronger, showing no sign of defeat.

[Still lacking a fatal killing move]

[After fighting for hundreds of rounds]

The Knights of the Round Table were exhausted, both physically and mentally, but their offensive power remained undiminished.

[As if saying that we must not lose to the dragon]

[This is the round table they are most proud of. The king they support is here, and the future lies ahead.]

[Why would they have any reason to retreat?]

The light of the holy sword is covered by the light of the realm

The weak light can only be swallowed by the stronger light, and only Altria's dazzling figure can be used as a support.

The light is faint but will never disappear. Even in the storm, it continues to guide everyone like a beacon.

Even though it is just the remaining soul of the last dragon.

But it's also one of the planet's oldest mysteries.

Humans want to challenge such dragons.

The difficulty is no less than an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Sir Gawain, Sir Lancelot, you two are the two most powerful knights of the Round Table. I need your help. It's just that the Last Dragon is being irritable, and it would be wrong for us not to subdue it."

Altria smiled brightly.

For a moment, the two people who were being watched were filled with fighting spirit and faced the dragon again with Wang.

Gawain and Lancelot seize their opportunity.

Their repeated attacks worked, and the two holy swords pinned the dragon's claws to the ground.

Human weapons are no match for dragons.

The two holy swords present are used for restraint, and the last holy sword is naturally used to deliver the final blow.

"This radiance is the hope of the stars, the evidence of life that illuminates the earth! Witness, sword of promised victory—!"

At that moment, Artoria seized the opportunity to win.

A radiance overflowing with hope flows out.

The breath from the planet was expelled by the holy sword, and it was struck out along with her tenacious will.

The dragon's eyes gazed deeply into the brilliant light.

It's like carving it into the pupil.

How much time has passed?

No matter how hard they tried, they had to admit that the knights began to feel tired.

Even if it's just bathing in the planet's heat.

The Last Dragon's figure is still alive and well.

"Can it withstand Sir Gawain's Rotating Victory Sword, Sir Lancelot's Arondite, and my Sword of Sworn Victory? And still stand tall on this earth!"

Altria held the sword with both hands, looking troubled...

They experienced firsthand why Albern was hailed as the strongest dragon.

Just when the Round Table and others were planning to start the second match.

However, the dragon soul showed a strange reaction.

The light that was originally attached to it was fading, as if announcing the end of the battle.

This made Altria and others very confused.

Moran, however, smiled happily and said, "Albion... well, wasn't my choice a bad one?"

"I bear witness to it, and I approve of it.

After thousands of years, I have witnessed such splendor again. I have forgotten this feeling for too long... too long..."

Albion's dragon soul kept shaking.

Like it would disappear at any moment.

Hearing this, Artoria and the others lowered their guard, no longer sensing any fighting spirit from Albion.

"It's over...is it?"

Altria was still in shock.

She had thought that it was necessary to defeat Albion.

From the beginning, Albion never said this; it simply wanted to see if the successor was qualified.

The Knights of the Round Table were completely misinformed.

In fact, Albion had more than just this idea.

It's like seeing your son bring his wife home. As a parent, you naturally want to see 1.0.

Now, after watching Altria and others.

It gives recognition to the public.

"...Ah...I can hear the bells—even though my heartbeat has stopped, my beloved son, my clone, your heartbeat is still beating..."

Albion's dragon soul is very vague.

It degenerated into a misty state where only a vague shape could be seen.

You can feel the tenderness and kindness in its words, as well as the pride it has shown in persevering with its beloved son who has returned.

Albion knows and understands.

[It knows how difficult and painful your journey has been, and is also moved that you can have your own record]

Now, it wants to offer blessings

[This is not only due to the love for the clones and offspring, but also because it believes that you and humans can complete the unfinished business].

Chapter 162: The Finish Line of Life [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

"Welcome back, my beloved son.

May the hope you firmly believe in continue to resonate in the future. This will, this faith, will be inherited by you—I have no regrets.

[Albion's figure completely disappears]

[All the life force contained in this dragon's skull surges like a river, flowing towards you.]

This comes from its expectations and trust.

Albion acknowledges its failure to reach the Sea of Stars, but chooses to pass the baton to others.

[You and Altria and others]

[It is the successor it trusts and expects]

[The dragon finally sends all its energy into your body, and it also wants to lend you a helping hand from the bottom of its heart.]

It knows that it needs you at the end of this road.

You are the aurora that divides the world.

[You don’t need to be shy about using this power that comes from the strongest Ji-yong in the past.]

"This is the end of Albion's Spirit Cave. Now that Albion has acknowledged you, if you continue forward, you will reach a realm never before explored by humans—the Fairy Realm."

Meili once again explained as a sage. 21

All the fairies returning from the surface of the planet to the inner side are here. As long as you pass through that layer of barrier, you will reach the inner side of the planet.

It can be said that this is their goal.

"So, are we going to dig through it?"

"That's true, but human strength alone can't dig through a planet, at least not with human strength. Incidentally, the Holy Sword can't do the same. It's a weapon used to protect the planet, and its effectiveness against the planet itself is quite low."

"Is there any good solution..."

Artoria and the others at the Round Table began to think.

Some people have tried to dig.

They had never seen such hard ground before; no matter how hard they dug with their swords, it did not move at all.

Not even a clod of earth fell loose.

Mary smiled very happily.

It was obvious that she was trying to whet people's appetite.

Moran didn't indulge her any further. "Since we need something that penetrates the surface and interior of the planet, there's one thing that's perfect. It's the star anchor that was used to anchor the planet's surface. It's also the tower of light that shines at the end, penetrating both the surface and the interior from the very beginning."

"Well, I was going to say it myself, Moran, why did you jump the gun like that?"

"We've come this far, so don't be so fussy. You should also change your habit of telling riddles."

This reminded Altria.

She did hold such a weapon in her hand.

"Holy Lance, Longomyniad."

Artoria summoned a blazing spear of light.

She tried to stab the ground with the gun.

As it turned out, she had indeed dug through this barrier.