Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

As the most explosive and powerful combat profession, the knight is a fighting spirit user who combines body and will.

During the period before being promoted to the Golden Legend level, the endurance of this profession in all-out combat was far inferior to that of a spellcaster who used mental power to control natural elements.

For nearly an hour, it was an evenly matched battle of life and death regardless of consumption.

Especially when the two powerful men in the sky shook the sky for the last time, and after the battle between the air waves that ripped through the sky, the blood knight Dyfed Radis turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the crimson figure.

All the noble knights on the ground who could still look up to the sky normally felt their hearts tightening.

They knew that the battle in the sky had entered its most intense moment.

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Damn it! Your Highness’ current situation is not good!

Under a head of silver hair that was as brilliant as the morning sun, there was a pale golden star in the center of his forehead shining under the sun. Gao Wen stared at the battle and frowned slightly.

As one of the most powerful beings on the English Islands, the fighting spirit is only half a step behind the two powerful figures in the sky.

The Sun Knight could naturally see that Dyfed Radis had severely tricked Artoria in the previous fight.

With his right hand, he held the "Sword of Victory" at his waist slightly...

Then, the jade hand that had been suddenly appearing on her shoulder and pressing down slightly interrupted her next actions.

Looking back, I saw that it was indeed Lancelot's swaying head under his flowing purple hair.

as well as.

Next to the purple-haired Knight of the Lake, Edward under the holy white robe looked at the dazzling light on the hilt of the holy sword on the metallurgical stone that everyone present ignored at the moment.

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Arturia, who was in the sky, held the Red Dragon Sword and looked back at her people. The liquid red dragon helmet once again wrapped her head.

The image of the majestic man who held her on his lap and murmured teachings when she was young appeared in Artoria's mind for a long time.

"The glory of the Pendragon family lies in its protection!"

Riding on a tall war horse, the majestic middle-aged man waved kindly to her. Behind him were an army of knights preparing to go to the battlefield of the demonic disaster.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight!"

In the dark basement of the Herpach family castle, a majestic figure with golden fighting spirit caressed her forehead.

"My child."

"You will pull out the holy sword from the stone and be crowned king!"

On the red dragon armor helmet mixed with red and blue, the girl's eyes exude a determination that is different from before, and...

majesty!

The last trace of Arturia's mortal mind in her existence and past was finally shattered into pieces at this most critical moment!

On the sacred metallurgical stone of Camelot that has been praised for thousands of years.

For nearly 3,000 years, this holy sword has been the supreme symbol of the Kingdom of Britain and Camelot and has been silent for more than ten years!

It seemed that at this moment, I finally felt the arrival of the holder of its destiny.

As if suddenly awakening from a deep sleep!

Except for Edward, Gowen, and Lancelot, almost everyone was caught off guard at this moment.

This sword, which carried the royal power and glory of the King of Camelot, erupted at this moment with a golden light that was beyond ordinary people's imagination, full of majesty and holiness.

The incomparably brilliant poem is about to begin to be written. The history of the magical world, accompanied by glory and blood donation, finally turns the page that represents the "past" at this moment.

On the ordinary sword of the Holy Sword in the Stone, lavender mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the bloodline sealing formation imposed by those silver-level ring mages for more than ten years.

An unimaginable and extremely dazzling golden light lit up from the core of the sword, and with a strong will that Edward was familiar with, it rushed towards those seemingly powerful lavender seals.

Yes, it looks like a powerful seal!

"boom!"

This power was enough to make Edward, who was currently half a step into the third level, really face up to his power. Almost in an instant, he broke through those densely packed mysterious runes with force.

It was as if a golden sun had risen from the ground.

The power that spans the long river of time and transcends the dust of history forms a powerful pillar of light that stretches across the sky and the earth, shrouding the red figure in the sky.

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Almost in an instant, Artoria's figure was enveloped by the powerful beam of light from the ground.

The blond knight who is finally fully prepared to take on the glory and responsibility that the Pendragon family has had for thousands of years.

Driven by the power of the Holy Sword in the Stone itself and the essence of golden fighting energy instilled by King Uther contained within, the will has finally been sublimated beyond imagination!

The red fighting spirit that was originally burning like a raging flame transformed into a more powerful, purer and more domineering red-gold fighting spirit in a very short period of time.

The law of airflow that was originally interfered with by a strong will was like a fish meeting water, and it couldn't wait to be absorbed by the pure power of fighting spirit.

The gold and silver fighting energy that was originally covered in the armor, blocking the repair of nanoparticles, was instantly bounced away by the red-gold fighting spirit, turning into dim energy threads, flying feebly toward the sky.

Half-kneeling in the void, she concentrated on preparing to meet Artoria who was attacking the Blood Knight head-on.

I just feel that Dyfed Radis, who turned into a stream of light, is getting slower and slower, and his power seems to be getting weaker and weaker.

It seems that just by flicking the tip of the sword, you can...

"Just!"

This is the sound of swords clashing.

"Buzz!"

This is the long sword named after Wales. It came out of its master's hand and flapped rapidly in the sky, making a sound like the fluttering wings of a hummingbird.

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The golden beam of light that rose from the sword in the stone and penetrated the sky and the earth, although it only formed for a moment, then quietly dispersed.

But everything in the old era disappeared with the flash of golden light.

That day, the two pressures in the sky that were originally evenly matched were suddenly replaced by a pressure that was a hundred times more powerful and shocking than any previous ones.

Except for Edward and the six powerful high-ranking knights, all the noble knights could not help but prostrate themselves to the ground.

Even those powerful men in the silver rank and below who were arrogant in the past had to kneel down.

As the figure holding Dyfed Radice's neck with one hand, his body burning with golden-red vindictive energy as sticky as a wave, appeared silently in front of the metallurgical stone, as if he had moved instantaneously.

Except for our classmate Edward.

The remaining six great knights also slowly knelt down.

"bump!"

Dyfed Radis, who was in a coma, was dropped by the powerful figure.

The overwhelming pressure of will and the wave of fighting spirit slowly entered the body, and the red and blue helmet turned into liquid again and merged into the shoulder armor of the Red Dragon Armor.

The blond girl named Artoria Pendragon's golden hair stood upright in excitement again.

The rising sun in the sky rose to the top of the main tower of Camelot King City at this moment. It had quietly transformed into a soft golden light, coating the surface of Artoria's red dragon armor with an epic golden layer.

streamer.

At this moment, all the knights and nobles stared at the blond girl in front of them with expectant eyes.

Artoria turned back and looked at Edward, who also responded to the girl with encouraging and trusting eyes.

Look back again.

She walked slowly towards the gold-healing stone that had witnessed all the kings of the Pandaragorn family in Camelot.

Scenes that Artoria had experienced in the past appeared in her mind one by one like fragments.

In the sky of the royal city, on the ground of the magic castle, on the back of the huge Chitauri war dragon...until the scene is frozen in the basement of that castle.

The low chants of her father, King Uther, echoed in her ears.

"My child,

From the moment you were born,

All the islands of England are whispering the name:

Artoria.

my child,

I watch you grow up day by dayreads;.

Remember, we rule the kingdom with the power of the Red Dragon and the wisdom of the Round Table.

Protecting the people of Britain.

However, the war with the devil still continues.

Only constant victory,

It is the hope that inspires the people.

remember,

Sadness and regret do not belong to us.

One day, you will pull out the holy sword from the stone!

Crowned as king!"

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Yes!

Holding the hilt of the sword in the stone tightly with both hands.

I will be crowned king!

With a slight exertion of both hands, the holy sword in the stone that had rendered countless powerful knights in this country powerless for more than ten years was easily pulled out by the blond girl!

The sword's edge flashed with dazzling light in the bright sun and the golden-red fighting spirit that surged like a wave!

At this moment, huge pressure appeared evenly on the shoulders of every 800,000 people in Camelot King City.

As all the people in the Royal City of Camelot slowly knelt down, a clear and soft female voice appeared in each of their ears.

"My people!"

"I! Artoria Pendragon!"

"At this moment, I officially ascend the throne as the monarch of the Kingdom of Britain and Camelot!"

"You can call me—"

In the solemn atmosphere in the square, Edward lowered his head to maintain the solemnity of the scene, but with his powerful spiritual perception, he could easily feel that Artoria looked at him at this moment, with a mischievous smile on the corner of her mouth.

"King Arthur!"

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"This is the army you prepared for me?"

The black-haired girl under the strange black robe, her eyes devoid of joy or anger, stared at an evil tarantula head floating beside her and spoke in a low voice.

In this huge and dark cave, there were countless strange, but very fresh demon corpses flowing out with ink-black blood. Through a magic circle exuding a strong evil aura, they turned into a pool of miserable green under her feet.

of lakes.

Countless human-shaped tall bodies were floating in the green lake, and the miserable green energy was burning fiercely like fighting spirit on them.

"Yes, my noble master!"

The head of the evil tarantula, which looks more unreal in color than before, is obviously much more honest, but its voice is still so high-pitched and eerie.

"I call them - Green Knights!"

"Legion!"

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