I don't want to be a heroic spirit

It is her duty and mission to wake up the king and let him wipe out all the godslayers on earth.

Countless disappointments, countless confusions... Today I finally have the chance to see it come to an end.

However, when the moment really came... Guinevere hesitated.

"what happened?"

Guinevere looked back and saw Altria looking at her with a puzzled look on her face with her head tilted.

"Resurrecting your king... this must be your only obsession during these long years, right? Could it be that the resurrection ritual is still lacking some ingredients?"

That's not the case. She had already prepared the conditions for the ceremony... After all, it was related to the king's awakening, and she would not allow herself to be careless in the slightest.

But... she didn't know what was wrong with her.

The opportunity to resurrect the king and fulfill his long-cherished wish is right before his eyes.

However... she couldn't take another step forward.

"Let's just leave it at that. Let's go back first... We already know where the king is sleeping, so there's no need to rush to revive him today... It'll be the same if we come back later."

When this idea came into Guinevere's mind, even she was shocked.

Seeing that Guinevere had not moved, Artoria couldn't help but feel puzzled. Before she could continue asking, she heard Guinevere's words coming through the cursed power.

"King Arthur, please forgive my intrusion, but... could you please not fight the 'King'?"

Altria was slightly startled.

Because Guinevere had her back to Artoria, Artoria could not see the expression on Guinevere's face when she said this.

"Our king's mission is to annihilate all the godslayers in this world. Once he completes this mission, he will fall into a deep sleep until new godslayers emerge from this land. Therefore... he should have no reason to fight you."

Guinevere's tone became more and more urgent, and the calmness, wisdom and noble temperament that she usually displayed were gone at this moment.

"I know you're so merciful. Even though you're a disobedient god, and even though you're affected by the madness of disobedience, you still care about the humans on Earth. All gods, whether they're godslayers or other gods that bring disaster to the world, are your enemies... You're worried that the Last King's appearance will bring about the end of the world. But... if you can eliminate all the godslayers before the world ends, if you're willing to cooperate with the 'King,' I believe that even all the godslayers on Earth combined wouldn't be a match for you two!"

By the end, even Guinevere didn't know what she was saying, and her mind was a mess.

Until… she felt a pressure on the top of her head.

"That's enough, Guinevere."

Although the tone was cold, there was a hint of warmth in the palm of the hand that was stroking the hair.

At some point, Altria took off her gauntlets.

Guinevere did not resist Altria's head touch. She lowered her head, and her drooping bangs prevented Altria from seeing the expression on her face.

After a while, Guinevere took a step forward and pressed his whole body against Altria's chest.

Then, under Altria's gaze, he raised his head with a pitiful expression like a kitten abandoned on the roadside on a rainy day, his eyes gleaming with tears, and he spoke in a begging tone with sobs.

"Even if I beg you...isn't that possible?"

The action of stroking the hair paused for a moment, and Artoria subconsciously moved her eyes away a little, then looked at Guinevere again, her cherry lips slightly parted.

"I'm sorry, but he and I are destined to fight."

Altria clearly captured that at that moment, Guinevere's eyes darkened, revealing an extremely heartbreaking expression.

"Yeah……"

Guinevere turned around, and Altria could only see her slightly lonely back.

Time is passing minute by minute.

The island was very quiet, and the thin air made it difficult for sound to travel. Even the conversation between Artoria and Guinevere was assisted by cursed energy.

Artoria did not interrupt, giving Guinevere plenty of time to prepare herself mentally.

I don’t know how much time has passed, because in such an environment people’s sense of time becomes very dull.

Guinevere finally took action and took out a large golden urn and a disc that seemed to be made of iron and gold.

This is the Holy Grail that King Arthur had visited in mythology, and it is also the treasure that Alexander the God Slayer has been searching for.

Although it is the Holy Grail, it has nothing to do with Jesus. It is the container created by the highest-level Earth Mother Guiphifar at the cost of her life 1,500 years ago. It is a symbol of the principles of heaven and earth embodied by the wisdom of God. The Holy Grail can absorb the vitality of the Earth Mother and store it.

During the years of wandering on the earth, Guinevere was not only pursuing the Last King, but also using this Holy Grail to collect the essence of the earth.

The Last King had been sleeping for so many years, so he was naturally very weak when he woke up.

The essence stored in the Holy Grail is to be used at this time, so that the Last King can recover his strength as quickly as possible after waking up and defeat the Demon King on earth.

The earth essence stored in the Holy Grail, which was equivalent to the total cursed power of at least ten godslayers, was sucked in like a whale by the rusty sword stuck in the ground, without a single bit of waste.

After hesitating for a moment, Guinevere opened her mouth, and the words to awaken the dormant [Steel] rang out.

"King of Steel, please awaken from your long slumber! Brilliantly brighter than gold, purer than silver, you are, Dragon-Slaying Steel, born from the incinerated dragon skeleton. You are the very you! The sun, moon, and stars pale before you! All treasures lose their value before you! So awaken! Let the maiden, your handmaiden, once again witness your radiance! O divine sword that saves the world, O steel of steel, the Witch King beseeches you to resurrect!"

"Om-!"

Cracks appeared on the sword, and platinum light burst out through the cracks. The rust spots fell off piece by piece, revealing the original appearance of the divine sword.

The blade is so sharp that it seems to hurt people's eyes, and it is a brave blade that exudes majesty and spirit!

The space twisted, and like a reflection in the water, a blurry figure gradually became clear, and finally crossed the barrier of the realm point and stood next to the divine sword.

416

Chapter 416: The Savior’s Divine Sword.

He looked like a teenager, but there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes that was hard to dispel. From his expression, it seemed as if he was a man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

His appearance could be described as handsome, but his calmness was accompanied by a strong sense of fatigue and boredom, and his pale hair further deepened this impression.

He was wearing a simple blue windbreaker with a pure white cape on the outside, and his tall figure was like a divine sword.

"Or... have you returned to this world?"

Looking up at the sky, the man exhaled lightly and said with a sigh.

In order to avoid being found, and to prevent himself from waking up... he even placed his sleeping place in satellite orbit.

However, he still woke up.

“Change... … “Let’s go to the next day.”

The man knew very well that the fate of this world was not something mysterious, but a real thing.

Because men are the brave ones chosen by fate.

Although he hated the identity and fate imposed on him.

"My king... you finally woke up."

Beside the King of the End, Guinevere knelt on one knee, and Lancelot, covered in armor, also appeared and knelt on one knee in front of the man.

Hearing the voice, Rama glanced at them indifferently, and a flash of resentment and murderous intent flashed in his eyes for a moment.

The murderous intent mixed with the smell of blood made Guinevere feel her breath was choked, as if a pair of huge hands were tightly strangling her heart.

However, this murderous intent came suddenly and went away quickly.

Her whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and Guinevere smiled bitterly.

In the past, she was dominated by obsession, but when she came to this small island, she already knew... the fact that the king she believed in was unwilling to wake up.

In the end, this 1,500-year obsession... was nothing more than wishful thinking.

Exuding a decadent aura, the King of the End slowly spoke: "Although I already loathe this mission, but... now that I have been awakened, let me swiftly annihilate the God Slayers on earth and fall back into slumber."

Guinevere wanted to say something, but Altria spoke before her.

"You no longer need to worry about the affairs of those God-killers on Earth."

The King of the Last was slightly stunned and looked at Artoria.

"You are……"

The King of the Last felt a familiar and disgusting aura from Altria.

The breath of the 【King of the Last】.

"Aren't you tired? Serving fate, you keep repeating this boring cycle."

The condensed cursed energy erupted and turned into a black wind that wrapped around Altria, blowing her skirt armor. The sharp and clear fighting spirit continued to rise as if there was no peak.

"Then let me free you from this annoying fate."

When Artoria said this, a glimmer of light appeared in the cloudy eyes of the King of the End.

He narrowed his eyes and began to look Altria in the face.

"I see... You want to replace me and become the true King of the End?"

The King of the End said with a complex expression, as if lamenting, "I wonder how you managed to do it. You even managed to trick fate and obtain this 'qualification'... If it were you, you could indeed accomplish such an incredible thing."

The King of the Last nodded and changed the subject.

"However, there is an unavoidable premise... You must first defeat me and take away the sword of salvation bestowed by the gods upon the true Last King."

"Of course, that's what I'm here for."

Altria said bluntly, "I've been patient for a long time just to give you a good beating!"

"How strange. This should be the first time we've met. You shouldn't have this much resentment towards me... but I can sense that you and I have a very close connection."

A hint of confusion appeared on the handsome face of the Last King, but he quickly put it behind him.

His gaze moved to the Sword of Promised Victory in Altria's hand. His outstanding eyesight allowed him to immediately see the extraordinary nature of this sword.

"You have a very fine sword... As it happens, I have one too."

The King of the End stretched out his hand and grasped the divine sword beside him that was flowing with divine light. The terrifying cursed power that was no less powerful than Artoria's and even more powerful rose from his body. The invisible pressure swept across the entire floating island, causing the space to emit a mournful cry as if it could not bear the burden.

The last king who stands on the ground with his feet is the strongest, because he can absorb the essence from the land of this planet and turn it into his own power at will.

However, even though he is still outside the earth, the Last King can still unleash such terrifying power, which is more than ten times that of the highest-level gods!

"Alright, Savior Sword, your nap is over. Wake up and show the world your true form! Your worthy opponent is before you! Sharpen your edge!"

As his voice fell, the decadent aura on his body was swept away, replaced by the sharpness and indifference passed down from generation to generation by the divine sword.

The world-saving divine sword was raised by the Last King, emitting bursts of buzzing sounds and emitting a destructive white light, like a platinum sun that dispelled all the darkness around it.

"Sorry for the waitting."

The King of the Last looked directly at Altria, the sharpness in his eyes almost piercing her. "After all, we are going to fight a pure warrior like you. We can't continue to be decadent."

"That's how it should be. If you continue to be so decadent, it will be very difficult for me to deal with you... There's no point in fighting someone who isn't in his prime."

"Really? Thank you for your understanding."

The King of the End had a gentle smile on his face, and his whole demeanor seemed polite.

He was very thin and not as strong as Hercules and Susanoo, but the aura he exuded was far beyond the reach of other disobedient gods.

Then, his eyes changed, and the sharpness of the Savior Sword suddenly increased.

"Awake! Sing! Invincible steel blade, bring me victory quickly!"

If you look up from the ground, you might see the night sky divided into two by a silver line.

Surrounded by the cold and dim space, Artoria's face was solemn. On her shoulder armor, a sword mark was particularly conspicuous, and the remaining sword energy on it was extremely sharp.

On the other side, the King of the End suddenly laughed.

"Nice shot!"

I saw that the cloak on his body was also torn. Although this attack did not hurt his body, he was still amazed by this sword.

"He didn't even dodge, but met the attack head-on. Such bravery is unprecedented! He must be commended!"

417

Chapter 417 A battle where even gods cannot intervene.

Because his attack was blocked by Artoria, the King of the Last praised him.

This is not arrogance. This sword is a peerless divine weapon created by the gods to allow the last king to successfully defeat the godslayer on earth. It is a blade that will destroy all living things in the world, and it is a doomsday divine sword that can cut through the heavens, the earth, and the planets!

There is no weapon on this planet that can match this sword in performance!