I don't want to be a heroic spirit

"Hmm? It's actually a god?"

"Yes... and he's an incredibly powerful warrior, stronger than any enemy I've ever faced. I can't help but think, 'It would be wonderful to fight him.'"

"...My Lord, do you think so highly of that god?"

Although the strange man's expression could not be seen due to the white cloth wrapped around his body, the surprise could still be felt from his tone.

At the same time, he was very surprised... because he once again felt the strong fighting spirit from the Last King.

That's no problem... As long as he can rekindle his fighting spirit, the king holding the savior sword will have no rivals in this world!

This is the level of confidence that the monster has in the Last King.

"So... I can't continue to be lazy."

Light gradually appeared in his cloudy eyes, and the King of the End stood up and looked in one direction.

At that moment, he had a feeling... that the other party was also looking this way.

Perhaps even he himself didn't notice... there was a bit more anticipation and joy in his smile.

"It seems the other party is also impatient... so..."

He raised his hand, clenched his fingers, and seemed to be holding something.

Then, he recited words as loud as thunder.

"I pray to the noble King of Thunder, warrior who masters all the ways of weaponry. May the supreme bow you once bestowed upon me... awaken in my hands now."

The next moment, it was as if all the colors were dispelled, and only the dead gray remained between heaven and earth.

Then, with the Last King's hand as the center, cracks appeared one after another accompanied by the sound of "cracking", and finally shattered like glass.

Suddenly, there was a longbow in the hands of the Last King.

At the same time, there was a quiver at his waist, which contained several arrows, each of which was filled with extremely terrifying divine power.

Looking at this bow, the Last King's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia.

"As expected, for me... the bow and arrow are more convenient."

He very calmly took an arrow from the quiver, put it on the bowstring, and then pulled the bowstring to the full moon.

"Indra, the god of thunder, use your divine power to pierce my enemies."

The next moment, the arrow turned into a destructive lightning, piercing through the space and flying into the distance.

……

The wind blew up the black skirt.

Altria stood quietly in mid-air, like a schoolgirl waiting for her friend at the station.

Until a certain moment, Artoria opened her eyes as if she sensed something.

"coming."

The distance of hundreds of thousands of miles is crossed in an instant, and before you see the flash of lightning, it has already burst into your eyes.

Artoria tilted her head, allowing the lightning to pass through her hair. Then, Artoria reached out and grabbed the arrow.

The irresistible inertia carried Artoria far away. The earth along the way was torn apart, the mountains turned into rift valleys, and the destructive divine power flowed into the earth with the aftermath. If there were no unexpected circumstances, the land passed by the lightning would probably take tens of thousands of years of cultivation or deduction before life could be born again.

Even though her body was carried away by the arrow for an unknown distance, Artoria still held on to the arrow tightly and did not let go, constantly dissipating the kinetic energy contained in the arrow.

Until one moment, Artoria's eyes focused, and she exerted force with her arm, causing the arrow to deflect.

Artoria turned around and then threw the arrow at a faster speed in the direction it came from.

In the blink of an eye, the lightning crossed hundreds of thousands of miles and passed by the side of the Last King, leaving behind him a huge ravine that extended to the horizon. There were restless lightning snakes constantly jumping in this ravine.

Looking back, the King of the End sighed and smiled helplessly.

"Really? This is the arrow that Lord Indra gave me... and you threw it right back at me. How disrespectful!"

Then, he turned his head to look at the weirdo beside him and said with a smile: "Right?"

"..."

The strange man, whose body was wrapped in white cloth, was silent after seeing such a shocking scene.

The divine weapon bestowed by the gods on the last king to appear in the world was easily taken over by the opponent and even thrown back directly... It's unheard of!

Suddenly, an extremely sharp aura descended here.

Standing on tiptoe, Artoria glanced indifferently at the strange man wrapped in white cloth, and then turned her gaze to the King of the End.

"Is he the helper you recruited?"

"He is my important comrade-in-arms."

The King of the Last answered Altria's question gently, and then looked at Mordred.

"So, who is this?"

"My trusted knight."

After an inexplicable pause, Altria added, "And... my daughter."

When Artoria said this, Mordred's body shook noticeably.

"……oops."

Even the King of the End was shocked, his gaze constantly shifting between Altria and Mordred.

"This... is really unexpected."

"Why be surprised?"

Altria frowned and asked, "Do you think I'm too young? Since you are a god, you wouldn't be so naive as to judge my age based on my appearance, right?"

"What surprised me wasn't that, but that your daughter is also a disobedient god."

The Last King explained, "After all, mother and daughter both possess the qualifications to become gods... This is not common in mythology."

"But this is fine, two against two, very fair."

The King of the Last nodded, then picked up the Sword of Savior, pointed the tip of the sword at Artoria, and the sharp edge was a bit dazzling.

After glancing at the King of the Last, Artoria spoke again.

"You should have more than one helper, right?"

420

Chapter 420 The Last King Rama.

"You should have more than one helper, right?"

When Altria said this, the King of the Last was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly.

"You can see..."

With a buzzing sound, a cloud-like shadow vaguely appeared beside the Last King, but it was difficult to distinguish against the pitch-black background.

"This is my brother and my subordinate god."

The Last King sighed and said, "The God of Disobedience is a perverse god who has strayed from mythology. He should be corrupted by madness and follow his own instincts. If he were a God of War, he would forever be immersed in the joy of battle, seeking worthy opponents in his desire for victory."

"I was born with a mission, and I obviously cannot be affected by the madness of disobedience. So my brother took on this distortion on my behalf, allowing me to appear in this world normally. However, he was unable to even appear because he had endured a double dose of madness."

After saying this, the King of the End raised his head, his eyes filled with fighting spirit brighter than ever before.

"I stand here carrying the expectations of so many people. I have no chance of giving up. As a hero, I have an obligation to meet their expectations."

Staring at the resolute face of the Last King, Artoria paused for a moment and spoke.

"What a heavy responsibility... If it were the blue me, I might have a lot in common with you."

For the prosperity of the country and the well-being of the people, she abandoned her human identity and chose a path that was destined to lead to her death in the most miserable way.

While she saw the end of herself and her country, she also saw the people around her revealing brief but genuine smiles.

Artoria is very similar to the Last King in front of him... Both are moving forward under the impetus of fate, walking on the path named after righteousness.

If there is one difference... it is that Artoria still had the power to choose.

Before drawing the holy sword, Merlin advised her to think it over again.

However, at that time, she was attracted by the smiles on people's faces that were as bright as the warm spring sun, and finally she resolutely drew the holy sword and became the king.

The funny thing is, these personal experiences of Altria... have become fictional stories in this world.

Artoria stared at the Last King, her golden eyes turned into vertical pupils, and a noticeable low pressure spread around her.

The King of the End was extremely puzzled at this moment... Did he say something wrong? Why was he glaring at me with such fury?

"Mordred."

Altria looked at Mordred intently and said, "I'll leave that one to you."

Altria had long known that the Last King had helpers, so she asked Mordred to deal with that helper. This was something that had been discussed long ago.

"That guy covered in bandages, huh? Leave it to me, father."

Mordred pounded his breastplate with his fist and smiled confidently, "Look at me winning beautifully!"

"My friend."

The King of the End still stared at Altria and said gently, "I'm going to ask you for help again."

"I will dedicate this victory to my Lord."

Mordred and the strange man met each other's eyes from a distance. The next moment, one of them was covered in red lightning, and the other was entangled by invisible wind. At the same time, they both flew away at an extremely fast speed, leaving the battlefield to Artoria and the Last King.

Watching his comrades go away, the King of the Last slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Artoria.

"Well, let's continue the previous battle, this... uh..."

Having said that, the King of the End suddenly paused, and then he remembered that he had fought with the opponent for so long but had never asked the other party's name.

How could this be? Such a worthy opponent, someone I might never meet again... How could we not even tell each other's names?

"Artoria."

As if she noticed the Last King's embarrassment, Artoria took the initiative to speak, "Artoria Pendragon."

"……Eh?"

"You're quite surprised. I'm almost used to that expression."

Seeing the King of the Last King's expression of disbelief, Artoria said coldly, "However, whether it's the gender issue or the question of 'how fictional things become real', I don't intend to explain. After all, I don't have the time for that. Similarly, I'm not lying. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"Now you know why I'm so angry with you?"

Artoria pointed her sword at the Last King, her face as cold as ice. "Everything I, the Knights of the Round Table, and the people of Britain have experienced has suddenly been denied and turned into a fictional myth. It even inexplicably has a ridiculous 'prototype'... I can't help but kill you."

"Oh, um... I'm sorry..."

Although the myth of King Arthur in this world was fabricated when the Last King was asleep, and his birth should have little to do with the Last King...but the Last King still apologized very sincerely.

Although he is the strongest hero chosen by the gods to defeat the devil, he is unexpectedly a gentle and kind person.

"I see. No wonder you're also the King of the End. No wonder I feel your aura is strangely familiar... I don't know why it turned out this way, but many of my problems have been solved."

The King of the Last Scratched his head with mixed feelings, then responded humbly and politely: "As for me... I seem to be called the 'King of the Last' and the 'Hero', but if you call me by my name..."

The Last King's voice choked, and his expression became exciting, but he soon calmed down.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't even call out his own name... Even if he was in a deep sleep, this shouldn't be the case.

It seems that it has been drifting on the earth for too long and has been severely worn out, even some important information in the soul is missing.

"You are Rama."

Altria calmly spoke the true name of the King of the End.

"You are the original prototype of the image of the 'brave man who defeats the demon king and rescues the princess'. You are the protagonist of the Indian epic 'Ramayana'. You are the incarnation of Vishnu, Prince Rama, who was born in the name of salvation to defeat the demon king Ravana in response to the prayers of the gods."

"Rama... yes, I 'once' had this name."

The Last King took a deep breath, and his aura changed at this moment.

It was as if something that had been missing was restored, and his eyes shone with dazzling brilliance.

"I am...Rama!"