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This young man, who had a distinguished reputation and had achieved great success at the cost of his life, was truly a hero.

On Mount Damavand, he tore his body apart in order to end the war between the two countries, and the arrows fell to the ground, forming the boundary between the two countries.

His name is...Arash.

A few moments.

The video screen demonstration played the Noble Phantasm effect, which is the game version of the special effect. It didn't look very shocking at first, because the Noble Phantasm in the cutscene had no painting tension and visual impact.

“Stella!!”

The man let out a broken battle cry, his body torn apart, and he used all of his treasures to cross the horizon, dividing the entire area and razing the ground to the ground!

What a terrifying power.

Hikigaya was in a daze.

The potato chips that Natsuki Subaru put in his mouth fell to the ground.

Joseph Joestar's drinking of tea also slowed down.

Seshomaru's movement of stroking the strings of the zither came to an abrupt halt.

Inui Sadaharu was calculating whether this scale of destructive power should be classified as a nuclear bomb or a dimensionality reduction strike.

The Heroic Spirits of the Wheel of Suppression gathered around the round table, and under the leadership of the Knight King, they watched with great force.

After witnessing all this, they remained silent.

Although the wheel of suppression leads in all directions, one can also read through the anecdotes of being summoned in the past.

however--

Not everyone has time to read books.

The knights are very busy. As the most famous mythological figures on earth, they are well-known to everyone.

Every day, the masters of various parallel time and space summon their clones one after another. It would be annoying to read those stories every day.

It happened to be the height of editing, so if we had time, we had to sit together and watch the story.

Just like now..

Chapter 6 opens in the Sacred Round Table realm.

Round tables from previous and subsequent generations gathered around the round table.

From Tristante, who was the first to leave the team, to Galahad, the last Holy Grail Knight, all stopped at the silver chair and looked at the screen.

Watching the story of Bedivere.

Listen to Merlin's story...his last chance to atone for his sins.

Arash is very strong and his Noble Phantasm is also remarkable.

But the knights' focus was obviously not on the Persian hero, but on what Bedivere said and did.

So...

"What on earth did Sir Bettyville do wrong?"

The first person to speak was Aguiwen, who sat next to Arthur at the round table, demonstrating his extremely high status.

As the Knight King's right-hand man, he frowned and would not forgive anyone who wronged the King.

He said this with a sharp look.

The extremely penetrating eyes were fixed on the round table sequence like a hawk, an inconspicuous figure.

Knight, Bedivere.

He came into the Wheel of Suppression not long ago.

Bedivere's life story does not qualify him to enter this palace.

"You who have never achieved great success, suddenly came to the Wheel of Restraint recently. What kind of incident did you experience?"

As he spoke, he cast a scrutinizing gaze over.

What made Aguguiwen even more furious was.

"You actually dared to say that you would kill our king with your own hands. What a traitor! You are as evil as Lancelot and Mordred!"

The volume rose and he was furious.

It also aroused public anger!

"Huh? Agguiwen, you bastard, who are you calling the evildoer?" Mordred jumped up and ran to Agguiwen, arguing: "Don't be ridiculous, you bastard! You rebelled against my gorgeous father. What I did was engraved on the quantum nodes. What does it have to do with me?! Besides, even if I really had to choose again, I would do the same! Can't you...what's that called? Um! You have to learn to think in other people's shoes!"

In one sentence, it was as if he was clearing himself of his mistakes... Combined with the heart-to-heart talk with Lion Jie during the FA... it can be seen that as long as Mordred is next to Arthur, it is difficult for him to express his true admiration and longing.

“What...you...” Aguguiwen’s face turned dark.

"Huh!? What do you think, uncle? You want to fight?!" Mordred was not willing to be outdone.

Lancelot, who was also scolded, played dumb.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing...there's a limit to how much you can pay attention to. The one under Judgment should be Leah, right? Aggguiwen."

In the midst of the chaos, a joking voice prevented the conflict from escalating, and the act of using the nickname "king" at the end also carried a sense of showing off.

The handsome man who was Altria's sworn brother, the knight named 'Kai', looked at the blonde girl who hadn't said much while everyone was talking.

Altria Pendragon, the Knight King who single-handedly quelled the civil strife in Britain...

The story of FGO is completely different from the worldview of the Fourth and Fifth Wars, so there is no story about the obsessive Knight King being permanently bound at the moment of death.

"Sir Bedivere..."

The selfless and honest Wang hesitated upon hearing this.

Looking at Bedivere, who was sitting at the round table with clear eyes, she said, "Please don't make a fuss, just continue reading."

The story of singularity.

Camelot was founded in Jerusalem.

Bedivere has been honing his skills on foot for thousands of years.

These trivial pieces of information are still unable to depict the structure of the whole incident.

Besides..

This story is mainly told from Bedivere's perspective.

Since the editing clearly shows that Bedivere was the culprit who caused the disaster.

And at this moment..

He also serves as the first perspective of the entire story.

..

Keep searching.

Keep exploring.

The knight who hid his real name and wandered the desert met Arash, the hero of West Asia.

A few pleasantries.

Turn around and go back.

The vast dust and sand slapped his armor.

Guided by Merlin, he crossed the desert.

Searching in this desolate and desolate land.

The picture is rewinding.

There was nothing beautiful about what passed through his pupils.

Broken city,

Displaced people,

My cruel colleagues,

Assassins roaming the world in black robes,

A new camp occupies a corner and calls itself the Sun King.

"We can't go on like this..."

The knight in pure silver walked firmly.

His heart was in agony.

Everything you see is caused by a single thought.

It was caused by my own lapse of thought and my own selfish desire.

It’s my own fault...a mistake that needs to be made up for, a past that must be faced, and a trial that must be overcome!

"I am no longer qualified to call myself a knight..."

Many colors flashed across his emerald pupils in an instant, and the knight muttered to himself resolutely.

"I am a masterless servant, Lucius."

With full of regret and enlightenment.

The knight moved forward again.

This time, he no longer focused on the tragic scene before his eyes.

The scenery of the past breeds guilt. Looking forward and making amends for mistakes is far better than witnessing the mistakes you have made and feeling sorry for yourself.

He kept walking.

Moving forward tirelessly.

Until that beautiful light is fixed in sight.

In the dusty desert.

After experiencing countless setbacks.

A familiar scent flashed across my eyes.

He stopped, knew something, and turned to look.

In a corner of the sand pit.

finally...

The aura of a fellow knight.

A young man with a determined face.

When Bedivere arrived.

The assassins fled.

The Masters and Servants of Chaldea defeated the members of the Assassin's Cult who kidnapped the Sun King's close aides.

However, he did not expect that his kindness would be repaid with hatred.

The person who was kidnapped was also a Servant, an Egyptian pharaoh called Nitocris.

She was a subordinate of the Sun King.

After misunderstanding Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group——

He refused to acknowledge being rescued by Chaldea with specious excuses.

She decided to take action without any warning.

Her strength, her helper...

It is the Sphinx, the mythical beast known as the pinnacle of fantasy species.

That is a true divine beast.

Even though Mashu and Ritsuka had been tempered for several generations, they still retreated when they saw this.