Chapter 633 Friends, this is a big gamble!
Feeling the huge magical power contained in it, the knights asked curiously:
"This is?"
"The Holy Grail, the object that accomplishes all miracles, is the unexpected gain of this trip for Your Majesty and I."
Lorne stepped out from the shadows behind the throne and half-truthfully explained what had happened.
Everyone couldn't help but marvel at this miraculous encounter and stepped forward one after another.
Under the secret guidance of her teacher Merlin, Altria gave the wine representing the blood of God from the Holy Grail to the eight Knights of the Round Table, and gave different blessings to each person according to their different characteristics:
Bedivere was gifted with [Humility] because of his integrity. He was not humble to those below him, nor arrogant to those above him. He became stronger when facing a strong opponent.
Because of his emphasis on [honor], Gawain was given [Never-Sleeping], and his body became the sun. Whenever he went to the battlefield, the honor of the Knight of the Sun would never fade.
Lanmarok was awarded the gift of [Unyielding] for his courage to [sacrifice], and he will continue to fight despite setbacks;
Gareth was awarded [Frenzy] for his bravery in battle, and the fighter's fighting spirit will never be extinguished;
Because of his adherence to Honesty, Gaheris was granted Silence, and the curses of heretics would not be able to affect him.
Because of his fairness, Aguguiwen was awarded the title of Judge, who showed leniency to the good and punished the evil doubly.
Kain has [spirituality] and is gifted with [insight], which allows him to see through the essence of things and understand the rules of his opponents;
As for the last Tristan, out of compassion, Artoria wanted to give him the blessing of healing so that he could save his life, but the sad knight refused.
"King, are we going to fight against the knights who were once our comrades in arms?" Tristan asked.
"That's right, Sir Tristan. Lancelot, Galahad, Bors, and Percival have already made their choices. We may very likely meet them on the battlefield. If this situation embarrasses you, you can withdraw..."
"No! What I mean is, please take back the life-saving [Healing]. We don't need this kind of weakness on the battlefield! Kindness cannot protect my compatriots who trust me, and it cannot defend your throne. I hope my [Mercy] can be turned into a sharp blade that pierces the enemy, and I can drink the blood of foreign enemies for the eternal sustainability of Camelot!"
Tristan knelt on one knee and solemnly stated his request.
After a brief silence, Altria nodded and gave Tristan a new blessing as she wished.
Its name is——【Reversal】.
The deeper the compassion in his heart, the stronger the power he can unleash, and the more cruel his methods against his enemies.
As the consecration was completed, eight brilliant golden light streams gushed out from the eight Knights of the Round Table and transformed into eight golden pillars, stabilizing the barrier created by the Holy Grail and causing the contraction of the Holy Lance to stop again.
Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, honesty, justice, spirituality, compassion - the eight virtues of chivalry;
Bedivere, Gawain, Lanmaroc, Gareth, Gaheris, Agravin, Kay, Tristan - knights corresponding to the eight virtues;
Under the influence of the Holy Grail, the two formed a perfect fusion and together created the sacred round table realm - Camelot!
Even the [Holy Spear] that can reconstruct the world cannot be eroded in the slightest by the power of unity.
Loen took the Holy Grail from Altria with satisfaction and poured the remaining wine onto the ground.
The golden divine liquid gathered in the low-lying areas, reflecting the scene on the front line.
All I saw was stardust falling over the dark wilderness.
The twelve fairy knights led the surging army of knights behind them, crossing rivers, mountains and villages.
"Holy! Holy!"
Accompanied by chanting that sounded like a song, in the area where the fairy knights passed, all tangible things such as humans, beasts, trees, etc. turned into large and small golden light streams, rising from the ground, rushing into the sky, and converging towards the Tower of the End in the center of the storm.
Of course, there are rebels.
But in the face of the powerful goblin knights and goblin armies, all resistance seemed so weak and powerless.
"Feel the grace, listen to the revelation! We will lead you into eternity!"
In the cold silence that was like a verdict, greatswords burning with golden flames raised a blazing light and swept towards the resisting and fleeing lives with the force of thunder.
The silhouette of death floated down, reflecting the faces twisted in fear.
Then, everything froze in the firelight, and streams of spiritual golden light merged into the vortex in the sky.
"What are they doing?" the knights of Camelot asked in surprise.
"Collect [firewood] for the goddess to ascend to a higher throne."
Luo En replied calmly, with a hint of sneer in his eyes.
Danu and Altria are like two sides of [divinity] and [humanity], and they share the right to control this world.
Now it is the critical moment to decide the outcome. Who will have the last laugh depends not only on the strength of their own strength, but also on the integration of external resources.
The [world] and [life] can be regarded as a kind of [firewood].
If it is broken down into spirituality and incorporated into one's own domain, one's foundation will become more solid, the power will become stronger, and the chances of winning in the end will be higher.
There is no doubt that Danu's side is planning to do just that.
As for whether these souls would be lost or suffer any adverse effects afterwards, this was not within Danu's consideration.
It is meaningless to talk about humanity with the gods who are high above.
Altria was silent for a moment, then gave the order in a deep voice:
"Gentlemen, since they have taken action, you should also move out."
"My king, we will definitely collect more firewood for you before they do!"
Tristan answered solemnly, with a gloomy look in his eyes.
The Knights of the Round Table present also nodded, obviously making the same plan.
After all, as a human, Artoria has a natural disadvantage against Danu, who is a god.
Only by relying on the [world] and absorbing as much spirituality as possible from the outside can we make up for this gap.
Therefore, at the moment, the only possibility for Altria to win is to let the Knights of the Round Table get ahead of the group of fairy knights and harvest the [spirituality] of all things to the maximum extent.
Although it is a bit cruel, it is also a helpless choice.
However, Artoria shook her head and answered seriously:
"No! I want you to split up and intercept those goblin knights, open the gates of Camelot, and escort the refugees from the outside world to the Holy City safely as much as possible. No one is allowed to harm them without my order!"
"Why?" Tristan was a little confused.
"Because we are human beings, not beasts!"
Altria took a deep breath and proudly declared
——: [She regards everything as straw dogs, and regards life as worthless. I cannot acknowledge or allow what she has done! ]
——: [It is because of the king’s integrity and the morality upheld by the knights——]
——: [If my kingdom is destined to be just a dream, it should be glorious and upright! Rather than feasting on the flesh and blood of my own kind and lingering on with sin! ]
——: [No matter what, the king who protects the people and the god who protects the country will never degenerate into a degenerate who ravages this land and harms his own people! ]
——: [The king and the people coexist, the country and the family coexist, work together to resist foreign aggression! Such a Britain is the ideal hometown we seek! ]
——: [Even if the world changes, it still exists forever! ]
——: [This is the shining thing that cannot be distorted by God’s will, cannot be shaken by darkness, and is hidden deep in the human heart! ]
——: [Not for my own glory.]
——: [It is to prove that the patterns engraved on the surface of the stars by humans are miracles that are no less powerful than the gods! ]
——: [So, what she sees as weakness, I see as precious! ]
——: [What she wants to abandon, I am destined to protect! ]
That deafening declaration made the knights suddenly wake up.
That’s right, the king who does not lose mercy in the face of danger and does not abandon responsibility in the face of death, this is the king they want to serve, and this is the only belief that is qualified to lead them into the utopia!
"As you command, my king!"
The Knights of the Round Table all bowed down, sincerely convinced, and then, with ardent faith and lofty ideals, they led their own upright knights, rushed out of Camelot, fought against the twelve armies of fairy knights, and opened a way for the living to enter the holy city.
"boom!"
A stream of golden light fell from the sky and collided directly with a streak of azure lake light. A violent roar followed by a fierce gale, and the scene was filled with flying sand and rocks. Hundreds of fairy knights on both sides were blown away.
laugh!
The powerful impact caused Meilushin to fall off her horse, and her legs plowed two deep grooves on the ground. She was blasted nearly a hundred meters away like a cannonball before she stopped.
Under the dazzling sunlight, Gawain, the Sun Knight in silver-white armor, held high the holy sword Calventine:
"Lancelot, you traitor! Don't even think about defiling my king's pure land!"
Along with the sharp friction sound of the air, the golden sun rose to the sky, and a flaming sword as brilliant as the sun came down with the force of thunder. The raging flames formed heat that burned everything and blasted Meilushin dozens of miles away.
At the same time, the surrounding Knights of Justice were like clockwork fighting machines, bursting with high fighting spirit:
"Line up, charge!"
Amidst the solemn roars, more than a thousand upright knights turned into two sharp knives, constantly cutting through and advancing in the army of goblin knights, like tigers hunting sheep, unstoppable.
Similar scenes appear in different areas.
With the blessing and protection of the Holy Grail, almost every Knight of the Round Table can gain an overwhelming advantage against the Fairy Knight, and can even fight one against two or three without losing.
That is a power that fairies cannot understand, called [Faith].
That is a miracle that even gods cannot accomplish, and it is called "humanity".
As the Knights of the Round Table and the Knights of the Righteous fought vigorously, the light curtain supported by the Holy Grail spread outward, pouring golden divine liquid into this collapsing world, bringing stability and order.
The survivors who survived the disaster knelt on the ground excitedly and reverently, expressing their gratitude to the sacred light and the benevolent monarch.
But at this moment, the master and disciple were no longer in the palace of Camelot.
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Meanwhile, in the Fairy City.
"boom!"
A beam of golden sword light compressed to the extreme chiseled through the flawless white marble outer wall, drawing a dazzling trajectory like a meteor in the sky.
The next moment, a fiercely burning sword light burst out in the air, and the power that was difficult to contain formed an invincible torrent of magic power.
The space suddenly twisted, deafening roars rang out one after another, and a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
With just one sword, the glorious and tranquil fairy city looked like the scene of a meteorite falling to the ground.
The ground sank, thick smoke billowed, molten lava flowed wildly in the streets, and towering buildings collapsed in pieces.
The plants, fountains, and even the guards that made up this pure land were all melted and torn apart in this dazzling light, turning into basic spirit particles.
At the same time, the transparent wind wall outside the fairy city also collapsed under the impact of this magic power.
The raging sandstorm roared in from the wilderness, like a swirling dragon, gradually engulfing the streets, green grass, squares, and corpses...
Wherever I look, all I see is the paleness of light and the darkness of death.
At this moment, inside the Tower of the End.
The halo still flows, sacred and dazzling.
Looking up, the silver-white dome of the tower and the inverted galaxy seem to be the terminal connecting the world and its origin, and a sense of solemnity and ethereality permeates the air.
The invisible oppression forces worshippers to bow their heads subconsciously.
The floor tiles below are all paved in black and white, forming a strong color contrast, like a criss-cross chess board.
The figures standing there are like chess pieces in a game, humble and insignificant in the temple of God, and can only obey the will of heaven with awe.
The end of the chessboard and the stairs.
The light blue wind wall that had condensed into substance created some ripples like water waves, and then returned to calm again.
The solitary king stood on the high tower, remaining as calm as ever. His golden-green eyes looked down at everything on earth, observing all events with a cold eye.
Her surroundings remained spotless, and no matter how turbulent the outside world was, it would not cause the slightest ripple.
Everything inside the tower is like an eternal painting. The flow of time and the transformation of space are all stagnant and even condensed into eternity.
This is a unique ability granted by the Storm Anchor Rongomyniad to control the strong winds and protect oneself.
It is precisely because of the existence of this power that the entire tower can remain motionless under the bombardment just now.
However, this originally perfect and holy temple has a glaring flaw due to a gap on the side outer wall.
Just now, she still didn't defend against everything.
Danu glanced sideways at the crack on the side created by the sword light, frowned slightly, and slowly lowered his raised arm. There was only a trace of emotion on his face, and then he returned to calm.
But that's all.
clang!
In the hall where light and darkness interweave, a holy sword shining with starlight and engraved with fairy runes is inserted into the ground. The sword holder's body is slightly bent, his armor is broken, and his chest keeps rising and falling, but it is like a wedge breaking into a chessboard, forcibly embedding into the center line and dividing the space of the hall into two.
Surprisingly, this is the only thing I can do.
Altria was breathing heavily, her body trembling slightly due to severe exhaustion.
This goddess was more difficult than she had expected.
Even with the [Holy Sword] in hand and a full-strength attack, he was unable to completely break through her defensive barrier and hurt her in the slightest.
But I haven't lost yet!
Altria gritted her teeth and stepped forward.
Behind her, the occupied half of the black and white chessboard had been torn into pieces, with rough scratches from weapons everywhere. There was no "order" or "majesty" at all, just like a child's scribbles on a perfect painting.
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Bang!
As the walls crumbled and peeled off, a more tragic scene appeared more clearly before the eyes of the world.
The gate of the Fairy City had been shattered into pieces, with rubble scattered everywhere.
From the spire to the spiral staircase, from the corridor to the hall, broken armor and weapons were scattered everywhere. Spears inserted into the cracks in the stones were scattered in a disorderly manner, like a lush forest of steel thorns.
On the spears, the goblins that blocked the way were roughly skewered together and hung in rows in the air. Their swaying bodies made a slight sound of metal collision in the strong wind, and then turned into specks of light dust, flowing back to the pure white tower where the goddess Danu was.
It was really a refreshing warm-up exercise.
Loen stretched, threw away the fairy corpse in his hand which turned into a light spot and dissipated, and stepped into the ruined fairy palace.
A hazy mist spread out, and an isolated island surrounded by a blue lake, which seemed both real and unreal, appeared before Loen's eyes.
The three lake fairies stood up from under the silver-branched sacred oak and looked at the visitor of the final act as if they were facing a great enemy:
"It will be over soon. Please take a rest here for a while."
"I didn't go looking for you, but you came looking for me first."
Luo En smiled, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Why, do you think that Danu can win by leaving me behind?"
"How can a seed that has just sprouted overthrow a big tree?"
"Even if this is a dead tree?"
“That’s right!”
Morgause answered proudly, seeming very sure of himself.
A subtle smile appeared on Lorne's face:
"Well, how about we make a bet?"
(End of this chapter)
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