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However, Bai Chen didn't need to make a move at all, just using the remaining extermination angels and the scorching ghosts controlled by spiritual power was enough for them to drink a pot.

"Knight King, King Conqueror, in order to solve the current predicament, we might as well unite first to deal with this Demon King, and then how about a fair competition around the Holy Grail?"

This move immediately won the approval of the majority.

After all, it is really difficult to parry with the strength of a servant alone.

Then, the three servants immediately stood on the same front.

4.8 Even so, it was difficult for Bai Chen to move.

He didn't even have the chance to force him to do it himself.

And under the circumstance that ordinary martial arts didn't work, the three servants looked at each other and saw the firmness in each other's eyes.

Only treasures can be used.

The strongest power possessed by a Servant.

"Knight King, your holy sword must be an extremely powerful Noble Phantasm, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Diarmuid broke the yellow magic gun.

In the next second, Arturia only felt that the wound on her shoulder healed quickly, and the pain lessened until it disappeared.

"Little girl, let me see your pride as a king."

Iskandar smiled happily, he was also accumulating magic power, ready to release the Noble Phantasm.

Arturia nodded.

Holding the shining holy sword in both hands. .

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On the way of the servants accumulating magic power, it was enough for Bai Chen to send them back to the Seat of Heroes.

But he didn't.

Bai Chen had a somewhat favorable impression of the Quilt King, and decided to be less aggressive later.

After recovering from her injury, Arturia has been paying attention to Bai Chen's movements.

The young man's admiring eyes made her puzzled, but for a girl with chivalry spirit, the current Bai Chen is an enemy that must be defeated.

The magic power began to expand.

Let the golden-haired girl start to surround the golden ether particles around her body.

The golden holy sword was held up high by her.

The light of the world is gathering.

As if illuminating this holy sword is his highest task, the golden magic power continues to condense into a dazzling beam of light.

The surrounding lights paled in comparison, and no one could speak a word.

The figure of a hero whose light once illuminated the darkness of troubled times deeper than night.

After ten years of unyielding, after twelve battles without defeat28.

This feat is unparalleled in the world, this glory is unparalleled, transcends time and space, and is immortal.

And this dazzling holy sword is the crystallization of the glory that all the soldiers who died on the battlefield have pursued and yearned for all their lives throughout the ages.

King Arthur-Artoria stands here holding the sword high.

Witnessing this light, the King of Conquerors was a little lost.

From that ray of light, Iskandar saw what the girl was carrying.

So heavy, yet so dazzling.

Give up singing Die Lianhua, give up love, and fall into the endless curse called ideal.

A young girl, shouldering the hope of the people and the country, became the King of Knights.

But that lofty ideal is too heavy for the young girl.

"Hey! Rider and Saber have already taken action, what are you waiting for? Otherwise, we will really die!"

Seeing his servant stunned, Waver shook Iskandar's body.

The latter woke up like a dream.

Then he showed a wild and heroic smile.

He lifted Weber's collar, put him off the bullock cart, and then pulled out the saber at his waist.

"Assemble, my compatriots! Tonight, our bravery will leave behind the strongest legend!"

The wind of hot sand drives away the coolness of the night.

As the yellow sand flew by, Iskandel held his sword and raised his head.

Gathered from the other side of time and space, the body of the heroic spirits who once shared the same dream with the king gathered and formed under the sword of the Celtic king.

Under the endless sky, on the hazy horizon, the inherent enchantment "King's Army Power" transformed by the landscape of Iskandar's mind is revealed.

Eager for the battlefield to travel through time and space, Yiqiqi's heroic spirits erode reality, turning uninhabited harbors into plains ravaged by hot winds.

"This... is this the closest magic to magic, the inherent enchantment?"

The people who were wrapped in it suddenly woke up.

Except for Bai Chen, everyone stared at this miraculous new world with shocking eyes.

What's more, being able to create such an enchantment is already inhumane.

And the thousands of heroic spirits living here are even more shocking.

It's like being in a real ancient battlefield, just like a dream.

As for Lancer Diarmuid, who was among the cavalry, he was numb.

"So why am I summoned to this Holy Grail War? Is it just to make up the numbers? Can I beat anyone who gathers here?"

No one could understand what Diarmuid was thinking.

His treasures are just two magic spears.

Moreover, because he wanted to cut off the curse, he broke Huang Qiangwei himself.

If possible, he really wanted such a cool treasure.

Unfortunately not.

Iskandar held up the king sword.

"There is no complaint against the Demon King who is beyond control! Soldiers, let's show our dominance to the heroic spirits in the distance!"

The King of Conquerors roared, and he, who was riding an ox cart, took the lead in charging.

The rushing hot wind blows head-on.

Facing the young man standing in the middle of the battlefield, he would not underestimate him at all.

When was the last time you and your courtiers went all out to charge and fight on the battlefield?

"Come! Come with me, Iskandar!"

The King of Conquerors clenched Feng Rui in his hands, let out a majestic cry, and roared excitedly.

"What a pleasure!"

"I'm here!"

"I win!"

"I conquer!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

Following in the footsteps of the king, the heroic souls on the battlefield rode their horses and galloped.

Sand and dust are rolled up in the plain, and the boundless torrent that rushes out of the historical legend goes forward indomitably!

This is the army of the king.

Destroyed, invincible!

As the army rushed forward, Bai Chen looked at Iskandar's treasure.

There was a bit of satisfaction and emotion in the whispering voice.

"The King's Noble Phantasm of the Macedonian Kingdom, not bad."

Hearing this voice, the Conqueror trembled with excitement.

Under such a vast military force, he can still be calm and composed, an attitude that only those with extremely strong strength will have.

The increasingly passionate tone represented his excitement at the moment.

"Soldiers, follow me across that enemy!"

"If you can."

The corner of Bai Chen's mouth revealed a satisfied arc.

Since we want to end this war, then come up with a corresponding closing ceremony.

Ripples appeared in the air in front of him.

Accompanied by the magic power expanding in the atmosphere, Bai Chen drew out the magic sword from the void.

The dots of light lingering on the blade of the 720 are a sign that the power is about to be activated.

Even if there is only a trace of strength leaked out, one can feel a sense of despair.

The magical power blessed by the Command Spell is rising steadily.

Make the brilliance on Arturia's holy sword shine even more.

Taking pride in exalting his will and righteousness in carrying out his beliefs, the King of Knights chanted the true name of Miracle.

"Sword of Promised Victory (EX-calibur)!"

The light is rushing, roaring.

The unshackled magic power scrambled out, even the space was affected, and the vortex of the air flow was rolled up.

The golden light rushed to the sky, and everything ended at this moment.

And lancer Diarmuid followed closely behind.

Although he doesn't have cool special effects, the "Demon-breaking Red Rose" in his hand is equally important.

With the power of the king's army, we will advance together in order to defeat the demon king.

Looking at the three treasures that came together, Bai Chen just made a gesture of raising the sword.

"Fantasy Great Sword - Heavenly Demon Lost Fall."

The jet-black streamer overflowed from the whole body of the blade.

The inherent enchantment of power induced by mantra distorts and tilts reality.

Bai Chen's voice turned into an announcement that concealed the roar of the Noble Phantasm.

"Servants in the world, you have done your best.".

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The mantra surged up like a sea of ​​clouds.

The mantra in Godslayer's body surged violently.

The aurora like a galaxy roared out.

Boundless radiance illuminates the world.

In just an instant, the beam of light of the holy sword of the star was swallowed by the fierce light of the demon sword, and then the army of the conquering king was also destroyed.