I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Chapter 418 Thirteen Restraints - Liberation

A sword fell, and the beam of light cut across, splitting into two.

A huge beam of light fell from the sky towards the periphery, and that was already a world beyond sight.

Reflected in front of Du Lin, the starry sky of golden particles, the violent magical breath slowly calmed down.

The huge golden holy sword, the magic power is released and dissipated to restore the original posture.

Artoria held the sword of the vowed victory in both hands and stood on the ground, sweat dripping from her forehead.With a slightly tired face, the small mouth breathed lightly.

"Fortunately, Master."

Arturia turned her head and saw the 'Master' behind him with a pale face as if over indulgence, and a deep sense of fatigue under his eyelids.

Artoria immediately noticed and reacted to such an obvious state where the magic power was being emptied, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Sorry, it's because I failed to notice the Master's physical condition."

"It's okay, as long as it can be cut off." Du Lin stared at the beam of light falling slowly from the sky, showing satisfaction.

"This is really surprising, as expected of the king..." Bedivere said reverently.

If he were to use the silver arm, it would definitely not be able to reach the level where 'this is less than a minute' would be enough to destroy the core of the Holy Lance.

Artoria explained: "No, Bedivere, this is the blessing of the Holy Grail, and the output of Master's magic power, so I can perform perfectly."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help thinking——if this human being was allowed to act as her master to participate in the Holy Grail War, except for the existence of the crown spirit base, she might be able to sweep away all the other six knights and make a new wish!

"Let's save the flattery of the King of Knights for later!" Du Lin waved his hand: "Our enemy has not yet been defeated."

"Oh?" Arturia was taken aback.

It was too short a time for her to arrive here, but, staring at the light beam of the holy spear, she vaguely understood who the so-called 'enemy' was.

"Wait a minute, I'll recover first, and let's see how the battle is going over there." Dulin was on the side, put one hand next to his ear and began to connect to Chaldea's communication channel.

"Roman, the core of the Holy Lance has been destroyed."

Roman: "Well, it's completely visible. The collapse at the end of the world observed from Sheba has stopped. Well done, Director!"

Scathach: "Our side has also surrounded the Lion King, come quickly."

Miscellaneous voices: "Wow, don't come here...", "It's quantum, quantum blocks floating down from the sky", "Hurry up and collect them"

There were also some voices from outside the venue, such as 'huh ha ha ha ha ha, well done that kid', 'huh, so there is only the last enemy left'...etc.

After less than three minutes of rest, Du Lin stood up from the ground.

"Okay, Saber, Bedivere, let's rush to that side, only the last battle is left." Du Lin took a deep breath.

"Understood, Master."

Du Lin: "..."

This Saber has a somewhat rigid personality.

No... Is it because I am used to the group of youngsters who say "I refuse"—on the contrary, they are even more uncomfortable with followers who give orders without asking why and follow them meticulously?

Not bad either!

……

After arriving at the castle to destroy the core light beam of the Holy Lance, Durin took Bedivere and Artoria back the same way.

Walking out of the castle, reflected in their eyes, a huge beam of light slowly dissipated in the fall, and a layer of golden energy in the sky covered the entire cloud layer.

Heaven-like power shrouded in front of them, all of which invisibly represented their march towards victory.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the city wall at the main entrance of the Holy Capital.

The goddess Lungominiad had already been shot down from the city wall, and she appeared on the roof of a tall building. Multiple followers surrounded her and attacked her frantically.Osmandis of the Sky sits on the prow of the dark night sunboat and watches the theatre.

Seeing Du Lin's arrival, he snorted disdainfully: "Hmph, you little brat is really slow. I destroyed most of it, but it took so long to shoot down the beam of light."

Nitocris said weakly behind her: "... Pharaoh, you were just praising him for doing a good job."

Osmandis' complexion suddenly changed: "I don't remember saying that. But——it's a small thing to make up for what Yu couldn't finish in the end, but you're not bad~"

Du Lin: "..."

Just let him keep his pharaoh's self-esteem like this!

Du Lin simply ignored him, and turned to Artoria beside him and said, "Saber, come with me."

"Yes."

As for Bedivere on the other side, Du Lin glanced at his one arm and said, "Are you coming? If you have obsession, the last knife can make up for you."

Artoria: "..."

Being able to destroy the core of the Holy Lance so quickly is due to his silver arm.But relatively speaking, the Silver Arm has now returned to its original holy sword and remains in Altria's hands as a sacrifice... With a human attitude, it can only be said that his role has been fully exerted to the limit.

Bedivere shook his head complicatedly: "No, although I intend to stop the king, but now..."

Du Lin took a deep look at him, and saw the loss in his eyes.

This is only natural, just not being able to throw a sword from the lake, and blaming myself for thousands of years, this kind of remnant... If I can't correct this mistake with my own hands, it must be very uncomfortable, right?

But even so...he has lost the means of strength.Du Lin exhaled and said in a low voice: "Although we haven't known each other for a long time, I don't think you need to bear any burdens, and you don't need to bear all the blame. If it's my most important person, I don't need Let him die easily."