I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Freely manipulating the earth's essence of this country, this is the true power of the skill [Lord of Britain]!

"...I see. Is there such a thing? Thank you very much for your explanation."

Rama nodded calmly, stroking his chin and saying, "However, since I will only be affected within this country, can't I just escape outside?"

"Would you do that?"

"Why not? Standing there in an environment that's advantageous to the enemy isn't what a qualified soldier would do."

With Rama's ability, if he really wanted to run away, Altria would not be able to stop him.

The Savior Sword is Rama's true body. As long as the Savior Sword is safe, Rama can be resurrected countless times and continue to become stronger.

Although Marquis Vauban is the oldest known godslayer, many godslayers were born in the distant past. In a certain era, there were even several godslayers who established countries and waged protracted wars.

The development of mankind has gone through many eras, and in these eras, extremely powerful godslayers have been born... There are even godslayers who have killed the last king Rama.

However, these God-killers eventually died... killed by Rama who had been resurrected and become even stronger.

Altria didn't have the ability to stop Rama who wanted to run away... but she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

"I know you won't run away."

Facing Ramana's doubtful gaze, Artoria said calmly, "When I looked into your eyes just now, I sensed it... Your soul has long been rotten. The rust on the Savior's Divine Sword isn't the result of wind erosion, but rather scars etched into your soul. Your subconscious mind is constantly pursuing the end of your own destiny, yet you're unable to bring yourself to let go."

Rama has always been carrying something and always doing things that are contrary to his inner expectations.

Just like in the myth, Rama defeated the demon king, rescued his beloved wife Sita, and became king. However, his people believed that Sita was no longer pure and was not worthy of being Rama's wife. Although Rama trusted Sita, he did nothing as "the king expected by the people" from beginning to end, and watched Sita's suffering coldly.

Finally, in order to prove her innocence, Sita prayed to the earth: "If Sita is pure, please accept her body." As a result, a crack suddenly appeared in the earth, and Sita fell into the earth.

Sita's innocence was proven, but Rama lost his beloved wife forever.

Rama in FGO is Rama in his youth when he just embarked on the journey to defeat the demon king and rescue Sita. Although his fighting ability is far inferior to that of Rama who has become the king, only in this most impulsive period can he give everything he has to save Sita without hesitation.

Unlike the Rama in Chaldea that Altria knew, the one in front of her was still unable to give up the mission imposed on him and was still bound by the fate of the hero.

Until now, his soul has been riddled with holes and rusted, but he still carries the expectations of everyone.

No matter how much he sought relief in his heart, he could not make this choice of his own will.

So, someone needs to give it a push.

"You're almost tired of this fate you've forced upon yourself, aren't you? Stop wasting your time."

Artoria raised her sword, her eyes more serious than ever before, watching every change in Rama's expression.

"You remain unaffected by the madness that betrays mythology, and so you remain the brave warrior who answered the call of the people and slew the Demon King... As such, you will not wish to see this vibrant world destroyed because of you. As long as you remain on this land, you need not worry about the earth withering from exhaustion of its vital energy."

"I know you won't take the initiative to let me win, but... there's no point in continuing the fight, right? Let the next strike decide the outcome."

"I will replace you and free you from that damn fate... or I will be killed by you."

“Isn’t this considered letting people off the hook?”

Rama was stunned for a while after hearing this, then he smiled gently.

"That's right... This is certainly not a let-down, so leave it at that."

Rama gripped the divine sword of salvation tightly, and the cursed power that made the heaven and earth tremble gathered towards this side.

A bright sun rises from the horizon.

However, that was not the real sun... but the light emitted by the Savior Sword.

"O savior's divine sword! Rejoice! This is the final blow! Win or lose, we will never again encounter such a formidable and powerful opponent. So, pour everything you have into this one strike!"

Rama flew into the air. Above him, at the end of the endless sea of ​​stars, the stars in the sky seemed to be echoing each other, and the stars in the universe became extremely dazzling.

"Om-!!"

The platinum divine power gradually gathered, and the thousands of feet of light shot up into the sky, and turned into a small sun in the chaos!

This is the true power of the Sword of Savior—the strongest blade capable of splitting stars!

There is no weapon in this world that can match its performance!

If this blow were to land, the planet would definitely not be able to withstand its power and would most likely be completely destroyed!

However, Rama was not worried about this at all, and his sight caught Artoria from ten thousand meters away.

There was coldness, determination, and solemnity in that expression...but there was no surprise or fear.

An idea suddenly popped up in Rama's mind... the opponent would not only be able to withstand this attack, but would even be able to defeat him head-on.

His rational mind found this idea absurd, but as he held the platinum blade high in the air, he knew best how terrifying the power contained in this attack.

However, it is precisely because reason firmly denies it...that it makes people feel more excited.

424

Chapter 424 Round Table Thirteen Restraints.

The platinum sun hangs outside the planet, emitting dazzling light, and its huge presence is like the center of the entire universe.

Its true form is the strongest blade capable of splitting stars, and the annihilating light that can reduce everything in the universe to ashes.

The terrifying cursed power equivalent to that of a thousand godslayers was poured into this single strike. It was truly the judgment of heaven that was enough to destroy the world!

Facing this attack, Artoria appeared calm.

"It's just a planet-destroying attack...it's not the first time I've seen it."

The [Returning Sword of Destruction] of the Almighty God Arjuna and the thunderbolt of the Mecha God Zeus... all have the power to shatter the stars.

However, there were always very reliable people helping her during those times... Karna, the God Romulus, Mashu, Miyamoto Musashi, Captain Nemo, Leonardo da Vinci... too many to mention.

"After all, my main job is a Master. Without a Servant, I'm no different from an ordinary person. Don't make it too difficult for me. In terms of qualifications to be a Master, even the seven people in Group A are not as good as me."

Putting her hand on her chest, Artoria laughed.

"Since your power is given by fate and the gods... then it's okay for me to seek help from my supporters, right?"

Holding the sword in both hands, Artoria closed her eyes.

The black covering on the holy sword began to fade, revealing its original color.

Golden light flowed like a stream around the silver-white sword body, which was engraved with mysterious, ancient and magical elven runes. The hilt seemed to be made of gold, and the lapis lazuli hilt was inlaid with gems.

At the apex of the holy sword, the strongest fantasy, a ray of starlight, was born to defeat the enemies of the planet.

The fantasy that transcends all time and space and is unattainable for all living beings.

It is not a man-made weapon, but the strongest weapon forged by the hands of fairies in the inner sea of ​​​​the stars by collecting the wishes and fantasies of all living beings!

Because its power is too great, it is absolutely impossible for humans to control it, so restrictions are placed on the sword.

"The Thirteen Restraints are released, and the Round Table Judgment begins."

A solemn voice came out of Artoria's mouth, and the next moment, phantoms emitting powerful auras appeared beside Artoria. Including Artoria, there were thirteen people in total, forming a circle with the holy sword as the center.

"This is a fight for survival—Kai, admit it."

"This is a battle against someone stronger than myself—Bedivere, acknowledge this."

"This is a one-on-one duel—Palmides, acknowledge it."

"This is not a war against human nature—Gahrith, acknowledge it."

"This is a fight for truth—Agaguiwen, acknowledgement."

"This is not a battle with goblins—Lancelot, admit it."

"Mordred, admit it."

"This is not a fight for selfish desires—Galahad, admit it."

"This must be a battle of honor—Percival, acknowledge it."

"This is not a battle against good—Gareth, admit it."

"This is the battle my king believes in—Gawain, acknowledge it."

Every time a phantom makes a sound, the light emitted by the holy sword will become brighter, and the power contained in the sword will increase.

Until the end, its brilliance was even not inferior to the platinum sun in the sky that symbolized destruction.

Under the starry sky, the last king Rama also witnessed the brilliance and was a little dazed.

"It's the starlight that gathers everyone's fantasies and wishes, guiding them into the future... I see, this is the true 'Sword of Salvation'..."

As if he had figured something out, Rama's smile showed a hint of relief.

At this time, Artoria also read out the last restraint.

"This is a battle to save the world—Arthur, acknowledge it."

Artoria opened her eyes, and her golden eyes shone with a dazzling star-like brilliance.

The golden light particles gathered into a gentle river, flowing within a hundred miles around Artoria. At this moment, the whole world turned into a golden ocean.

The sad yet noble dream that all the warriors who died on the battlefield throughout history held in their dying moments.

We are proud to uphold this ideal and determined to carry out this faith.

Here the ever-victorious King sings aloud the true name of the miracle he holds in his hand.

Its name is...

"Ex——Calibur [Sword of Promised Victory]!!"

"Is this the true sword of salvation? Even after betraying the myth and suffering a reversal, it still shines with such dazzling brilliance."

Rama couldn't help but tightly grasp the divine sword of salvation. Facing the breath of the stars, his life rushed, and he swung a sword that was powerful enough to split the stars.

The platinum sun fell and collided with the light from the stars.

At this moment, the world turns into an ocean filled with dazzling light.

Everything was swallowed up by the light.

At the very end, Rama remembered the eyes he saw when he looked into Altria's eyes before.

What beautiful eyes they were... Even the crystal clear lake in summer were not as pure as these.

Although those eyes reflected his face, Rama had an inexplicable feeling... those eyes did not seem to be looking at him, but were looking at a place farther away.

It's as if to say: "You are not my destination yet. After I surpass you, I still have a long way to go."

"I see, is that so... you're still traveling..."

“Before you reach that unreachable destination… you will encounter many more chance encounters, experience many partings, encounter many hardships, overcome many obstacles, and record many stories…”

"It will be a pilgrimage beyond the twelve trials of Hercules, beyond the comprehension of even the gods... a journey that will continue towards the other side of the starry sea, accumulating both suffering and happiness."

"Thank you for coming. Thank you for freeing me from this cage of fate... Star Traveler..."

"If this power can help you in a future that even fate cannot predict... please take it..."

"As a reward for liberating me... this power may not be enough... but I can't offer you anything more now..."

"Finally... let me offer you my blessing."

"May you finally reach the stars, may you not be bound by fate."

Rama's figure disappeared, leaving only a platinum-colored divine sword standing quietly on the ground.

The divine sword is the true form of the final king, and there is no power in this world that can destroy the divine sword of salvation. This is the truth behind Rama's immortality.

To be honest, even Artoria couldn't destroy this sword. After all, this sword was blessed by fate... which was equivalent to adding a buff of [Defense Against Rectification].

However, Artoria did not think of destroying the sword, but wanted to become the master of the sword.

Fate has been deceived, the world has been deceived, and everyone regards Altria as the final king. The only difference between Altria and Rama is the sword of salvation.

Therefore, at the moment when Rama died and Altria held the sword of salvation... she became the only and true final king of this world.

425

Chapter 425 A cabin hidden in the forest.

This is a world where heroes and demon kings exist.

But... both the hero and the demon king have been dead for a long time. To people today, the hero and the demon king are more like characters that only appear in storybooks.