Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 818 Decisive death, the day of falling down the gods

Desire to kill thieves, but unable to recover, this is the situation of Agguiwen.

The strength of the two sides is very different now, let alone him, even if the crouching dragon and phoenix are reborn at this moment, they will not be able to turn the tide.

The behavior of the Lion King has caused public outrage. She is not in the same heart with the mastermind behind the Burning of Humanity, and is opposed to Chaldea, the Humanity Restoration Organization. Neither side pleases.

Therefore, she is not recognized by the Justice League, nor is she seen by the real evil forces. It is an embarrassing situation where she only wants to protect herself, but offends both good and evil at the same time.

It's completely against the sky. It can only be said that the prime minister has tried his best.

Agguiwen looked at the city filled with gunpowder smoke and almost all buildings collapsed into ruins, his eyes were dim.

He's not a likable guy.

Indifferent, cruel, villainous or treacherous, this is what most people think of him. Even among the Knights of the Round Table, no one is close to or likes him.

But he didn't care, he just wanted to assist King Arthur to continue the rule of Britain.

As long as Camelot City stands on the ground for a day, he will have a place to live and a goal to fight for.

The city of Camelot was re-established in Jerusalem, making it picturesque and magnificent, with clear water splashing from pools and fountains, grain and corn piled up in barns... everything is like a paradise on earth.

Even when people look up at it from afar, they can't help admiring its beauty.

No one knows how much energy and effort he has spent in maintaining the city and the rule of the Lion King.

He has always rarely felt anger, because he doesn't think anger has any meaning, and anger doesn't help solve the problem.

But when the city was trampled by the soldiers and turned into ruins under his iron fist that shook the world, Agguiwen finally became angry.

He was not angry that Rennes and the coalition forces had destroyed the city he worked so hard to maintain.

Regarding this, how many villages and towns did the Lion King destroy with the "Holy Judgment", and how many Saracens were killed or made homeless?

As an executioner, a sinister villain, he never accused anyone in the name of morality, he was not that hypocritical.

Skills are not as good as human body and dead hands, there is nothing to hate, very angry, even if someone is torn to pieces.

What made him really angry was Ren's attitude...

Agguiwen looked at the soldier master, and at this member of the Knights of the Round Table in other worlds, his face was very indifferent, and his dark eyes were as deep as the night.

This kind of gloomy and abyss-like eyes made Ren's body feel a little chilly.

After a few seconds, Agguivin said:
"Mr. Ren, although you are also a knight of the round table, you have no sense of belonging to Camelot, and you don't have much sense of identity... Maybe you are too young, or you joined too late, but—"

Without waiting for his response, he stepped on the handrail and jumped off the turret.

Clang!
With a flash of cold light, he pulled out the sharp sword at his waist, and with a resolute indifference, walked along the broken street in the center towards Ren, Skaha, Tawara Fujita and other coalition heroic spirits.

Walk past the collapsed building.

Walk through the ruined garden.

Walk past the flames and smoke of banners...

He walked resolutely, with a strong breath, and his black armor was as hard as steel. The guerrilla knights who were originally downcast raised their heads one after another, silently watching this man pass by them.

The black cloak fluttered in the cold wind, and just like that, Agguiwen came towards the sight of tens of thousands of coalition troops with his sword.

His dark eyes swept over Fujimaru Tachika, Sigurd, Scathach, Da Vinci... No matter who he was facing, there was no wavering or fear in his eyes.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Ren, and raised the sharp sword in his hand:
"As a senior, let me teach you today, what is a knight!

Isn't it ridiculous to say surrender?Even if you are at a disadvantage, even if you face death, even if the country is destroyed, even if there is no hope for the future?
It's just a funeral!

It has nothing to do with courage, nothing to do with justice, I just don't know what giving up is before I die! "

No shouting, no impassioned, this is a statement of a fact.

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

Ren's eyes were sharp, looking at this man, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I was reckless, Sir Aggressive.

Let me experience the faith condensed in Camelot, witness the last glory of the knights, come on, the ultimate battle! "

"Okay, that's exactly what it means."

Agguiwen nodded, his eyes swept around, and his tone was very cold, "Are they all dead? If not, die with me now!"

Without waiting for anyone to respond, without boosting morale, and without shouting or roaring, he rushed forward directly.

He doesn't force anyone, those who are afraid can leave, and are willing to die to keep up, it's that simple.

No matter how bad it is, it's just a person rushing up...

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Next to a collapsed building on the side of the street, Xiao Mo forced herself from the pile of rubble while clutching her bloody shoulder. She looked at the black knight in front of her and cursed, "Did you rush so fast to reincarnate? Wait for me."

After saying that, she burst out laughing, clenched the magic sword exuding dark red blood light and charged.

Afterwards, Tristan and Gao Wen struggled to get up from the ruins. Their bodies were covered in blood, their armor was also covered in dust, they were seriously injured, and their strength was weak, but they still charged silently.

"Knights, charge!!"

"The last battle, the whole army charges! Let's end this!"

"Kill! Kill, oh oh oh oh oh..."

Except for a small number of the remaining thousands of knights, they all followed the footsteps of the heroic spirits and launched the final, desperate charge!

The setting sun dyed the ground red, and the tragic cry echoed throughout the dilapidated city.

In this way, they rushed to the enemy, to the dusk, to death...

"..."

The soldiers and heroic spirits of the coalition army silently looked at the group of knights who sacrificed their lives to kill them. This is the battlefield where chivalry withered, the last blood, the last glory.

Seeing the knights rushing towards the flame like moths, Mash couldn't bear it, and Fujimaru Tatsuka also lowered his eyes.

This was hitting a stone with an egg. Siegfried and the Knights of the Round Table were all severely injured, and their combined strength was less than [-]...

We can't win anymore, so let's die together like this.

They can understand this belief without saying too much. In fact, even if the goddess' final ceremony is successful, these knights will not be able to board the ship to the next era.

Destined to die, doomed to fight bloody battles and gain nothing in the end, so it looks extraordinarily sad.

Ren's eyes were deep, and he waved his hand lightly: "The whole army is attacking!"

Ruthless?
The knights have the belief that they must die, and they also have reasons for winning.

In the confrontation of two indestructible wills, one side is destined to be broken.

humming...

The tens of thousands of coalition troops did not shout, but silently raised their shields, spears, and sharp swords, and marched toward the group of knights with clanging steps as neat as drums.

Come on, the final battle.

Clang... Clang!

The two sides clashed, blood sprayed, and the sound of blades colliding one after another, mixed with people's angry roars, selfless shouts, and miserable screams...

It was extremely tragic, and the two sides instantly became red-eyed.

Blood and the setting sun dyed the sky and the city red, and the loss of countless lives pushed this elegy of blood and fire to its climax!
At this time, the goddess also got up from the top of the Star Observatory, and her body was wrapped in the light of the holy spear and passed through the "holy sheath" that enveloped the inner city.

The storm was howling, and the space channel above the center of the inner city was stabilizing, and she needed to take action to delay the last 10 minutes.

At least not let the soldier master try to break the Holy Sheath, the destruction of the inner city would be a complete failure.

"Holy Lance, pull out the anchor...brilliant at the end!"

Standing on the top of the holy sheath overlooking the battlefield, the goddess Jin Tong met the silver eyes of the enemy on the eaves, and she raised the glorious holy spear without hesitation regardless of her injuries.

"Excalibur!"

Ren raised up the holy sword, and countless golden particles gathered from the streets, gardens, and ruins. He, bathed in brilliance, looked so dazzling and majestic.

"Split the world, open up civilization...the holy sword of light, finally liberate!!"

Arturia also jumped onto a building, the light on the new holy sword continued to condense and compress, and the photon energy was dazzling.

The two slashed at the goddess at the same time, the photons roared, and the mighty torrent of flashes gathered together, and the energy instantly soared and sublimated, forming a ray of light that penetrated the sky!

At the same time, the goddess also waved the holy spear, and the golden spiral light cone tore through the laws of the world and blasted down!
Boom! !
Two piercing shining pillars collided, and the boiling particle flame strangled, surged, and finally expanded into a huge golden sun, almost burning the void!

The high temperature distorted the atmosphere, and the continuously bursting solar storm almost instantly burned the soldiers below into charred and ashes.

The waves destroyed the heavens and the earth, but this still couldn't stop the red-eyed coalition forces and knights.

Regardless of their disregard, they are still fighting desperately. The blood is the banner, and the screams are the sound of the drums. They vent and release their crazy killing intent and blood to their heart's content.

clang!
Fujimaru Tachika used a general to hold a knight and slashed at his sword, swung Mo Xie, and chopped off the enemy's head with one blow!

The spurted blood dripped onto his face, flowing down with sweat.

He was panting heavily, his muscles were sore, and he was very tired. All he could feel was blood red in front of his eyes, the sound of killing, screams, explosions... Crazy tormented his nerves, making him unable to think or relax.

The earth is bleeding.

The sky is burning.

Life, death, soul, blood...

Everything is so crazy, everything is so terrible.

This is the battlefield. He has seen it many times before, but this is the first time he has participated in it so deeply, and felt the bloody and cruelty of this meat grinder so strongly.

This is hell.

Afterimages appeared in the eyes, blood red, death, blood red, death...

Everything he saw was the color of blood, and everything he felt was the sting of being about to be burned and melted by the golden sun in the sky.

Next to him, a knight raised his sword and slashed at his head.

With his jaws open, he couldn't lift his sword anymore. He didn't know when he started to stay away from Matthew and Da Vinci, as if death had come.

Surprisingly, he has no fear.

He was tired and just wanted to lie down.

He had killed four people, and now it was his turn, and there seemed to be nothing to say.

Life here is worthless, trampled on at will, excitement, fear, pain, joy, sadness... People's emotions become numb little by little during the killing.

puff!
Blood blossomed, and a flaming arrow hit the knight's chest, and he fell at his feet.

Fujimaru Tachika turned her head subconsciously, her body softened, and was supported by a hand of the visitor.

"Very painful? Confused?"

"Yes, I... I don't know what I'm doing, except mechanically swinging swords, swinging swords, killing people, killing people... I can't communicate, I can't understand, I can't stop.

I feel scared, there is nothing like hell like this place.

Justice, evil, love, friendship, law, morality, joys and sorrows... Everything created by human civilization is worthless here, as cheap and humble as weeds in the wind..."

Fujimaru Tatsuka said with a trembling voice.

He looked at the great ancient Persian hero in front of him with hopeful eyes, as if he wanted to get an answer.

Arash's black hair was still eye-catching, and he didn't have the usual hearty and clean smile on his face, but he also didn't have the vicious and brutal hostility, the crazy and bloodthirsty killing intent.

It is very rare that he still feels like a normal person with flesh and blood.

Very ordinary, very real.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you an answer, I can't answer your doubts, after all, I'm not a wise philosopher."

Arash supported the last human master with a calm voice.

He lifted him up and looked him in the eyes: "I don't like war, but it does happen from time to time, and it's inevitable."

"Then why did you stop that war at all costs?" Fujimaru Tachika asked.

"Probably, I don't want those kind people, I don't want the children to lose their smiles, I never thought about being a hero, the most ordinary happiness is what I want to protect."

"That's it." Fujimaru Tatsuka whispered softly.

"I'm leaving, take care."

Arash took the big bow and walked to one side.

His footsteps were steady, and his back was not tall, but Fujimaru Tatsuka felt very at ease, and he also had a kind of throbbing——I would never see him again.

"you……"

"Don't be sad, friend, you can't keep or protect everyone.

What we can do is to do as much as possible. Many things may not need any meaning. I just want to live, and everyone must think so, and that's enough. "

Arash's voice had a special kind of tenderness.

The light at dusk elongated his back, it wasn't blood red, it was the first time Fujimaru Tachika saw such a soft color on the battlefield.

boom! !

High in the sky, the light cannons released by the two holy swords and holy guns collided again, intertwined into a sun, burning the sea of ​​clouds!

Arash stood in a small corner of the battlefield and slowly raised his bow.

"After any heroic spirit releases the Noble Phantasm, there will be a gap, and there will be a momentary rigidity of the body."

"The difference is only the length of time. Lord God, I'm afraid there is only a gap of less than 0.01 second, which is difficult to capture."

"When I fought the Goddess with the Sun King or the Knight King, among the others, you had high-level clairvoyance and a first-class archer. Only you could catch it..."

The soldier's words echoed in his ears.

After observing the war for so long, he just seized the opportunity.

boom!
At the heart, the man-made holy grail shattered in an instant, turned into a huge magic power and released it, erupting... The surging magic power flowed into his limbs like a tsunami, covering his whole body with a layer of brilliance!
Arash stared at the goddess in the wind. After a long time, he finally slowly drew the bowstring.

"My lord who is like the sun, the most holy!
O Lord who bestows wisdom, dignity, and power in all glory!

Please learn from my sincerity, my faith, and my strength!

Behold, creator of the stars and the moon!

Witness my deed, my end, the sacred devotion (SpentaArmaiti) that I will accomplish!
After releasing this bet on the whole body

My strong body will be scattered and shattered immediately!
────A shooting star (Stella)! ! "

With the bow and arrow fully drawn, his grass-green clothes were instantly stained with blood!

The next second, he let go of the bowstring, and the body of the strong EX collapsed like an avalanche in the setting sun, leaving only a resolute cry of death echoing for a long time.

boom!
Dividing yin and yang, an aurora pierces the sky!
Beautiful, gorgeous, the legendary full-strength arrow, the ultimate shooting.

The arrow of dawn that crossed the sky and sea and divided the earth, the blow that ended the 60-year war between Persia and Turku, is like a ray of dawn, like a comet!
puff!
After a round of fighting, the goddess had just put down the holy spear, and the comet aurora pierced her chest at an unimaginable speed, and a huge flower of blood bloomed!

She looked at the place where the magic power dissipated in surprise, and there was no one there.

The legs lost their balance, the goddess's palm loosened, and the holy spear of the star and the blood-stained body fell from the sky...

(End of this chapter)