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When Zhou Ning grasped the Sword of Promise of Victory with both hands and pulled it out from the void, an extremely sharp and noble aura suddenly swept across the entire venue.

The battle had reached this point, truly shocking everyone. Almost everyone present stared at Zhou Ning with their eyes wide open.

Even Meredith took a silent breath. She was a little shocked by the sword's momentum and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

With his profound knowledge, it was not difficult for him to see the power of this sword. It was definitely a miraculous item, and it might even be at the level of a divine artifact.

But this is not the key. He can trust his allies and continue to attack Bilsen to contain the opponent.

As soon as Bilson broke free of the Judgment's influence, he rushed towards the purple air bubble without hesitation. This was exactly what Zhou Ning had "seen" beforehand. At the same time, the shadows of everyone inside the air bubble seemed to come alive, leaping upwards and clinging to them, causing blisters to form on their bodies while attempting to drag them out of the air bubble.

But Meredith remained calm. He raised the scales in his hand, and a dawn-like light burst out from his body, which was clad in a classical robe wrapped with wisteria flowers, dispelling the surrounding darkness and purifying the illusory shadows behind him.

At the same time, Zhou Ning took a deep breath and tried to infuse his spirituality into the Sword of Promise of Victory. Suddenly, the light around him began to flow and all merged into the sword, making it suddenly become dazzling, as if it had absorbed the light of the stars.

In the darkness, a deep voice sounded:

"Thirteen restraints are liberated, and the round table resolution begins!"

A brilliant light descended from the sky, and thirteen illusory figures surrounded Zhou Ning at some point, accompanied by the ethereal chanting of the Goddess of the Lake.

At this moment, everyone, including the professionals of the Church of the God of War, was a little confused. Everything before their eyes seemed like a dream, like a miracle. Although they had not been in contact for a long time, they had witnessed Wayne Sternwell's strength many times, which was far beyond the normal level of a demigod. Could it be that another miracle was going to happen at this time?

Compared with the professionals of the Church of the God of War, the players' trust in Zhou Ning can be described as deep-rooted. At this time, they didn't dare to breathe and held their breath. Some smart players had already started recording the screen while running away from the corpses and using skills.

The leader was Arthur, who had blond hair and wore silver-white armor. He said solemnly:

"First, this battle! This is a battle to save the world! —Admit it, Arthur."

Then, a tall knight shouted, "Second, this battle is a battle for survival! —Admit it, Kai!"

The next one was a silver-armored knight with ice-blue eyes and a sparse beard. He spoke calmly, "Third, this battle is a battle against those stronger than yourself! —Admit it, Bedivere!"

The silver-haired knight spoke in a deep voice, "Fourth, this battle is not against humanity! —Admit it, Gahoris!"

A knight with golden hair who looked somewhat like Arthur said in a deep voice, "Fifth, this battle must be a battle for the pursuit of truth! — Veto, no liberation, Agafan!"

An equally burly knight with a scar on the right side of his face shouted, "Sixth, this battle is a fair one!—Veto, no liberation, Palamidis!"

A blond, blue-eyed, and extremely handsome knight spoke solemnly, "Seventh, this battle is not a war against the elves! — Veto, no liberation, Lancelot!"

The only female knight present glanced at Zhou Ning and announced loudly, "Eighth, this battle is a battle against evil! — Acknowledge it, Mordred!"

The silver-haired knight in purple armor shouted, "Ninth, this battle is not fought for selfish desires! — Admit it, Galahad!"

Then it should be the legendary Sun Knight Gawain, who said in a soft voice: "Tenth, this battle is a battle of noble honor! - Acknowledge it, Gawain."

Then came the red-haired, gentle-looking Tristan: "Eleventh, this battle must be fought with the brave! - Admit it, Tristan."

Gareth, who seemed to be the youngest, was next: "Twelfth, this battle is not a battle against the righteous! —Admit it, Gareth."

The last one is a wild-looking knight who looks like a lion: "The thirteenth one, not contrary to the eight virtues: humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, truthfulness, justice, and soul - admit it, Lanmaroc!"

"Round table meeting, ten votes in favor and three vetoes."

"...In this case, the third stage restrictions will be lifted."

Zhou Ning suddenly opened his eyes and said calmly:

"Light, obey my command and gather here!"

The long foreplay was finally over. Thirteen armored figures around Zhou Ning quietly disappeared. A beam of extremely brilliant light suddenly appeared in its place, enveloping Zhou Ning. Then the light spread, spinning at high speed straight into the sky, even defeating the power of wishes lingering in the clouds, dispersing the dark clouds, and allowing the bright moon and the sacred stars in the sky to reappear.

At this time, the "Sword of Promised Victory" in Zhou Ning's hand was getting brighter and brighter. Its surface was pure white and covered with sacred flames, like a "Sword of Light" made purely of the light of stars, and it was getting brighter and brighter.

Hiss... This extremely astonishing momentum made everyone watching the fight feel their teeth ache. They wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

The others instinctively turned their eyes to Bilson, who was being attacked. Seeing that the god was facing a great enemy, his body quickly shrank and thinned, and turned into an evil black hole again, trying to avoid Zhou Ning's attack. At the same time, he released a large number of black whirlwinds with wishes in mind, which rolled towards Zhou Ning.

These black whirlwinds contained a large number of evil and twisted thoughts, which caused Zhou Ning's spirit to be alerted.

However, Zhou Ning obviously would not let these things affect him at this time. He did not even look at the black whirlwinds. His eyes were full of determination and unwavering. The "Sword of Promised Victory" in his hand shone with brighter and brighter light, which made it impossible for the people around him to open their eyes.

Following a hissing sound, Ultimate Maya Tzolkin fell down at the right time and actively crashed into the surrounding black whirlwind.

At the same time, Meredith, who had been prepared, raised her right arm and calmly lifted the scales again. A clear light descended from the sky and locked onto Bilson firmly, preventing him from moving again.

Before the light of the Sword of Oath and Victory completely erupted, Zhou Ning pulled his hands back and then swung them forward suddenly:

"Ex-calibur!"

A silvery-white, brilliant, blazing, pure beam of light gushed out like a torrent from a water pipe, carrying a strong aura of destruction and light, rushing towards the "Pilsen" ahead. It completely submerged Him in the ocean of light, even turning the darkness of the sacred and glorious night into day.

It seemed as if countless suns were rising and countless nuclear bombs were falling. The figure of "Pilsen" vaguely emerged, and then broke away from the black hole in a bright, blazing and pure beam of light, and gradually faded and melted.

Then, the surrounding area with a strong smell of death began to disintegrate, and a large number of undead creatures returned to the spiritual world. The blood rain and hail that kept pouring down from the sky also stopped abruptly. Only a pale golden magic lamp was left, which fell to the ground with a "clang" and swayed back and forth.