Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Rather than being unforgettable, it should be called a fleeting memory.

From that moment on, Charlemagne knew that true handsomeness wasn't something that could be deliberately displayed, but rather something that came naturally from one's natural demeanor. Therefore, the hero, who always wanted to maintain the same handsomeness as his brother-in-law, frankly extended his hand.

Brother-in-law, how about it? Aren't I pretty handsome?

The instant sense of relief I felt when my brother-in-law uttered those words that he had left me with for a hundred years.

I will never forget it, no matter what.

In a sense, this is a gift that is more powerful and vivid than any tangible gift, a gift that I once thought I could never receive again.

Charlemagne's expression was so happy and nostalgic that it almost made you forget you were in the middle of a deadly battle.

"Draw your sword, grip your spear, nock your arrow, and shout! My ever-changing sword is here! Twelve knights, unleash your full power!"

Therefore, the mythical holy sword, Juvayus, was quickly replaced by the true holy sword.

Under the overwhelming power of the Father of Europe, the number of swords increased to thirteen. Although this was far less than the number of swords formed from the infernal fire of Richard, their brilliance was still sufficient.

Of course, even a weakened Excalibur wouldn't shatter so easily, nor would Mordred's Spellblade Cannon.

At full power, Gouviaus is the strongest hero in Greece, capable of the ultimate thirteen strikes that even the Infinite Swordsman cannot achieve. However, this is only within the limits of a normal Spirit Origin. If Charlemagne were to arrive with an Alien Key, he should be able to maintain the situation.

However, amidst the surging collision of magical power, a tangible lyre rang out from Tristan, and sharp blades, as if following the torrent of wind and magic, rapidly swept along Charlemagne's body, which was surrounded by the thirteen holy swords.

Amidst the raging storm created by the clash of Noble Phantasms, Lancelot deftly traversed the raging winds, his immense magical power overflowing from his sword, which glowed with a blue light like a lake, thus shattering yet another holy sword.

"Percival, my sword..."

Gareth, who should have launched an attack together with the two Knights of the Round Table, looked at the dull crimson in his hand with some confusion.

She was born as a Saber, wielding the same sword that the Crimson Knight Ainside had wielded in the battle to rescue Lynnes, which was defeated by Gareth. It is said that its origin is uncontrollable chaos, a symbol of fire, and some even believe that it is related to the ancient Roman god Robicus.

"Me too."

Percival shook his head slightly, "...The Holy Lance has also lost its brilliance."

The true Holy Grail was destined to ascend to heaven with Galahad, but the Holy Lance Longinus was destined to remain on earth.

In the Type-Moon universe, the one who brought back this holy lance was Percival, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is Lucius's successor.

Then Percival saw it, saw Charlemagne standing stubbornly despite the numerous attacks.

Regardless, the two sides were vastly different in strength, and Hassan's forces were unable to get close to us.

So how was Charlemagne able to maintain the Mobile Sanctuary while doing this? It's most likely due to some reason that the original specifications were amplified, but we didn't expect him to display such powerful abilities. Perhaps if only two of us came, we wouldn't have been able to take it down.

But how long can Charlemagne maintain this position?

Less than a minute.

That's what Percival thought.

In this state of consuming a large amount of magic power, even if the magic power itself can be maintained, Charlemagne's spirit core will not be able to hold on, because he is also sharing the defense of this mountain valley.

However, Percival instinctively picked up the Spear of Longinus, keeping a close eye on Charlemagne as he did so.

For some reason, he saw a figure he had never seen before, but was known to Lucius, the previous owner of the Holy Lance, a man who had once captivated Lucius and was willing to walk alongside him toward their ideals.

"Longinus..."

Percival noticed that the Longinus in his hand had changed again.

As the heir to the Holy Lance, he clearly detected the anomaly this time.

The previously vanished Holy Lance Longinus began to shine again, but the anomaly remained.

This was the first time Percival had felt, heard, and seen Longinus's 'voice'.

"Go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Lance surged forth, surpassing the limits of his understanding and the glory he had inherited, heading straight for Charlemagne—colors, sounds, smells, magic, as if devouring everything.

"Wait! Carl, you!"

For the first time, a palpable rage appeared on Richard's beast-like, jet-black lion head.

In that instant, locked within the valley amidst the clash of numerous Noble Phantasms, the Spear of Longinus ignored everything and plunged straight into Charlemagne's side, then erected a pillar of light.

Was that the light emanating from the Spear of Longinus that came to Charlemagne's side?

No, the light was coming from his other side.

For a while, light kept pouring out around Charlemagne, and Richard, who was very close by, became unable to move under the light.

Is the tremor within his body, his mind, and his magic an excitement born of this divine power, or a tremor of fear at what is before him?

“This, this is…”

In an instant, Richard could no longer sense the flames of purgatory—

No, it was the infernal fire that should have been under her control that was instead directed at him.

Just like when he was alive, he prayed to God for forgiveness at the last moment, and after death he fell into purgatory until the planet was destroyed before he emerged from the fires of purgatory.

“What a remarkable quality, Percival.”

The sound emanated from the light.

This is the truth, because in Indian mythology, disturbing the communication between the gods of communication has very serious consequences. One could easily anger the gods, since the communication can last for hundreds or even thousands of years. So, for Kavia, who was with Kama in the temple, this was pretty much the case.

Kama sacrificed his crown status in exchange for the rebirth of the myth of his son-in-law and 'daughter' Parvati.

That was not long after Kama adopted the reincarnated Kavia. At that time, Parvati and Shiva had sworn never to see each other again before Kavia returned due to the Daksha fire sacrifice. The gods entrusted Kama to arrange for the two to meet and have a child.

This was because at that time there was a blessed Asura king named Taraka who could only be defeated by Shiva's children, and Vishnu had been locked in a stalemate with him for tens of thousands of years.

In short, the final result was naturally achieved smoothly, but there was a little side story: Shiva and Parvati communicated for over a hundred years before it was resolved.

Indeed, what Kama gave up his crown status in exchange for was to start anew in this mythological episode.

It's a pity that it was called out by the noble-minded Percival after only five days; it's truly lamentable.

"If it weren't for me coming, even if Lucius had come, he probably wouldn't have been able to get Longinus, which you have already inherited, from you."

This voice is the voice that planted seeds of courage, hope, and faith in people around the world in the past.

Thousands of years later, church members believed that even their actual existence was uncertain, and that they were objects of great deeds, much like gods themselves.

"...You are the very source from which my infernal fire, which was burned by the gods, ceased its advance..."

Faced with Richard's strange expression, the man answered confidently.

"Purgatory... They can only go so far before me, Lionheart. You should understand what I mean, right? Let me tell you a quote from the Bible—"

"There shall be no other gods before me."

The man's silver hair, gently swaying, seemed to burst forth with a golden torch-like light in an instant, bathed in the morning light that spilled across the earth.

The sense of security that one can confide in the person in front of them about anything they feel powerless to do fills everyone's hearts.

"Although I know the reason for your strange behavior, Charlemagne still received your 'care'."

Furthermore, the lance Longinus, which had just left Percival's hands, was enveloped by a green wind powerful enough to disperse the pollution and turbidity.

That magic not only circulated through Charlemagne, but also flowed through Percival's body.

It was a magnificent and solemn magic, cascading down like a waterfall of light.

The reason I feel he is gentle is less due to the nature of his strength and more to his character traits; even in this hostile situation, he still cares about me.

And so, in a tone of disbelief and awe, Percival called upon the man’s name that the Spear of Longinus was now whispering.

"The First Pope... Novia the Holy One."

He was a being from twelve centuries ago in this singularity era, and an undisputed pillar of the Roman Empire and the Church.

As the founder of the faith who eradicated heretical religions and brought a new covenant to the continent of Western Europe, which has lasted for thousands of years.

In the realm of mystery, it transcends mythology, and even in mythologies elsewhere that differ from the Bible, it is an image that can completely suppress even divine will.

At the same time, it is impossible to imprint the memories of the stars, and even if the world is aware of it, it cannot find any trace of its existence.

Charlemagne's most handsome brother-in-law—Novia.

Chapter 457 The Venerable One? Kama!

Everyone knows this name.

Anyone born in Western Europe after 50 AD would have heard of this name.

Even in the East, before the East and West had fully come into contact, merchants or travelers would occasionally mention this name. As one of the most prominent figures in the Holy Church, some legends even claimed that he led the angels to subdue the original ancient beliefs such as the Olympian gods, the Norse gods, and other 'false gods,' as if the King of Kings had reappeared from the Old Testament.

The differences in the personality of the one God in the New Testament and the Old Testament are quite significant. The New Testament God is one who never fights back or retaliates, and only considers violent means to recruit people into the church. The Old Testament God, on the other hand, is all about killing, killing, killing, and is nothing short of mad. In Gnostic beliefs, the two are separated.

Of course, it is common for historical figures to be deified and worshipped after their death.

The fervent belief in the creation of the second world gradually dissipated only after the Western Roman Empire was destroyed by the Hunnic king in the fifth century. Later, some believed that it was the first pope's punishment for their unclean faith, and that the Scourge of God swept away the unclean at that time.

"A saint who defeated the four archangels with his martial skills, a conqueror who destroyed heretical beliefs through war, a purifier who spreads love and compassion among the stars..."

Tristan rarely opened his eyes, "The First Pope...?"

Gareth finally understood why his red sword couldn't work its magic. It was connected to the ancient Roman god Robicus, so it naturally wouldn't be effective against Charlemagne, who had Novia's help. After all, the Roman Empire had become tied to the Church after the first century.

For some reason, Gareth seemed to remember that his mother was very dissatisfied with Avia, who was regarded as one of her manifestations, and it seemed to be related to the King's Holy Sword.

As for Mordred, who was standing to the side, she seemed hesitant to speak, because she was now recalling memories of the Holy Grail War...

Wait a minute, why is the color of my father in my memory a little different from the color of her now?

"You... if it is you, why are you here?"

In fact, when Percival's voice reached everyone's ears, the one who reacted the most was Richard the Lionheart, in his black beast form.

This is only natural, after all, his body is proof that his soul suffered the punishment of the fires of purgatory after death. Therefore, Richard really cannot understand why Novia, one of the representatives of the Holy Church and the first pope, would turn his back on 'God' and stand on the opposing side.

Although he understood from a political perspective that this was not unacceptable, God truly existed, and the fact that God had plunged the world into darkness for three minutes was a gift from God. He, who had received this gift, should not have done such a thing.

No, it is entirely impossible for Lord Novia; as a theory, he is nonetheless the Holy Spirit as described in the Bible.

But the 'Lord' in Jerusalem couldn't possibly be wrong, so who is wrong?

It could be me? It's certainly possible... but so what? There's absolutely nothing to be afraid of!

In a daze, Richard recalled the man he had met during the Crusades, a man he had never forgotten, even after years in purgatory.

If Richard's admiration for King Arthur was heartfelt and his reverence for God was complete, then his feelings for the man who was so pure as to be a reincarnation of King Arthur, as he understood him, were driven by the passionate idea of ​​"taking Jerusalem right in front of him and letting him know that nothing can escape his grasp."

Richard ultimately failed and had no choice but to agree with the man, Saladin the Devout, to fight again in three years. Saladin died of illness in Damascus the following year, and seven years later Richard died of an infection from an arrow wound on the battlefield.

As Richard lay dying, knowing his sins were grave, he prayed to God that he would fall into purgatory and be burned by its fires until the end of humanity. It's impossible for Richard not to miss Saladin, but he also understood that Saladin should return to the Lord's Kingdom, rather than him, who should be atoning in purgatory.

Before Novia could answer, Richard, in his black lion form, maintained his standing posture and gave the silver-haired man before him the highest level of salute.

"Only the fires of purgatory can burn away the sins I have committed."

Richard spoke with a calmness completely different from his beast form, a calmness that was even more pronounced than when he appeared in the world as a Saber.

"To wage war against you is the worst of all my sins."

But within him surged an overwhelming emotion that he could not suppress.

Overwhelming joy.

If Richard had thought Charlemagne had turned away from God's teachings, he now clearly believed that Charlemagne was willing to atone with his own body.

The days of strolling in the sunshine are long gone for him now.

If Richard had relaxed even slightly at this moment, he might have shed tears of joy.

"At this moment, I am merely a shadow remaining in the world, so I don't know what I'm really like... My soul will surely suffer endless torment in the blazing inferno until the day humanity faces its end."

For him personally, no matter how powerful, terrifying, or unimaginable the enemy is, even if it leads to his own annihilation, he will never be afraid.

Whether it was expressing resentment to God, crossing the boundaries of reason at the time by prioritizing his own thoughts, or deciding the life and death of thousands of prisoners in the torrent of history, it all mattered.

Not regretting the past, praying to God for forgiveness at the last moment, and then living in an endless purgatory, suffering the burning after purgatory, is also the same.

The same applies to things like fighting with one's own father and killing unarmed, innocent civilians.

Even lovers are no exception.

"The real me shouldn't be in such an exciting place, but should be suffering in the fires of purgatory. That's what I confessed in my previous life..."

Novia shook her head slightly in response to Lionheart's murmurs.