I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

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!

"Ho Ho Ho 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.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The dragon fell among the mountains, and the earth was shocked by it.

The damaged eyes recovered in turn, and the dragon roared and stood up, breathing with its mouth open, but was defeated by the light of the star sword.

The magicians chanted around, and the large-scale suppression ritual magic took shape, and the huge magic dragon made a "boom", and its limbs sank into the mountains involuntarily.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho—"

Ferocious, roaring.

Countless light cannons attacked.

People were like ants, constantly bombarding him, and his physical recovery was faster than the injury, but the pain made the dragon roar.

Hearing the howl of their king, the monsters rushed forward, but were resisted by the elite soldiers with their bodies.

Blood filled the ground like a blooming flower from the other side.

flower of death.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

It's time to recover.

The overlord of the land, the huge land whale appeared again.

The bloody full moon hangs high.

Strange birds soar.

The overlord of the land is roaring, the humiliation that was once easily killed, this time will come back with revenge.

The giant body of more than two hundred meters was rushing forward, and the mountain-like soles, like the sky falling, were crushed on the half body of the dragon.

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo And And And And And oh-"

With a scream of pain, the dragon opened its mouth, and its strong magic breath aimed at the head of the land whale.

Wang waved his cloak and shouted loudly: "Cover land whales!"

The knights complied, and the brilliance of the star sword and the magician's true ether cannon scattered the dragon's breath.

The land whale roared and beat the magic dragon to the side of the mountain, and the boulder shattered.

He is God.

Is the only god of the last generation.

So he has no comrades in arms.

lonely.

Therefore, He is a dead end.

Roaring, angry, his body recovered, but in the end, he was still suppressed, suppressed, still suppressed.

He is the most powerful individual, but what he is fighting against is a powerful group.

The war between the individual and the group has no meaning from the very beginning.

Because there is no such thing as an absolute individual in this world.

Just like Gilgamesh in the past, even if he is ten times or a hundred times stronger than others, when he puts himself in a situation where he is alone, then failure is already doomed.

The war lasted ten days and ten nights.

The flowers of death bloom on the earth.

The territory of Scotland has been harvested, and the final battle of the magic dragon has become a joke.

Even the body of the dragon, which was the last reliance, was defeated, revealing its original human form, and had to retreat to Camelot, which was once the strongest fortress, guarded by herds of beasts.

Gawain returned from the north, and Gachris also returned from the north.

Lancelot, Lancelot, even Bowes...

All knights.