Chapter 634

"Saber, really, I'm crying to death."

While many people were sighing with sadness.

People from other worlds who had seen too much tragedy and pain were more concerned about the terrifying expressive power of the so-called King Arthur and the knights.

Damn it.

Isn't it only after sublimating into a Servant that they are so strong?

Damn it, relying on pure strength to have this kind of expressive power?

Are you damn kidding me?

This is before death?

Looking at the broken earth, collapsed mountains, and torn atmosphere in the Sky Curtain, their scalps went numb.

"Is this a person qualified to be a Heroic Spirit?"

Rias was stunned.

This is not relying on magical power, this is relying on pure strength to wield a great sword and long spear.

She looked at the two girls, her eyes straight.

Are you sure you didn't stuff two Dragon Gods like Great Red into these bodies?

(Zhihu big shot calculation, Saitama's punch that blew up a fifty-meter cliff in the air, directly hammering the earth, is more awesome than the asteroid that ended the dinosaur era. The energy of sword wind and fist wind, ninety-nine point nine nine nine... nine percent, is all wasted.)

……

"Curious, I'm so curious!!!"

A certain Witch Tea Party.

The beautiful woman known as the Witch of Greed had become a fan girl, drool hanging from the corners of her mouth, her eyes staring straight at the Sky Curtain.

The concept creatures like Servants were one thing, she was still trying to understand them for the time being.

But as a human before death, to have such an incredibly strong physical body...

It turns out that not only Heroic Spirits, but the ancient times of that world actually existed such fascinating heroes?

……

"In terms of physical arts, I, Uchiha Madara, admit that your world is the strongest."

The old man with crossed arms laughed, and his eyes had turned scarlet, frantically copying and absorbing all information.

Walking all the way from the Warring States period, he managed to keep up with the footsteps of that monster Hashirama.

He never tabooed learning new knowledge.

Maybe he can't use it now, but when he is resurrected, it will be the time when he uses Sky Curtain physical arts to suppress the Ninja World.

Hahahaha.

He couldn't wait to see Hashirama's jaw drop.

…….

A certain cut-off Pure Land.

"Tobirama, Tobirama, you're okay!!!"

A certain silly guy eagerly approached a divine tree that penetrated the sky, his whole body wreathed in terrifying electric arcs, raising a fist as big as a sand pot: "I just learned a new ninjutsu, no, it should be called magecraft, I will definitely save you."

Boom.

A nuclear explosion cloud rose up.

………

In the gaze of the people of the heavens.

That distant dream finally came to an end.

Battle of Camlann.

The victorious and undefeated King won again, completely crushing the rebels, but can this time really be called a victory?

Serious injury doesn't count for much to that King, but the destruction of the kingdom and the death of the Knights of the Round Table was the real fatal blow.

Destroyed.

All destroyed.

Just like the knight with the same face as the King, roaring angrily, everything she had was destroyed.

Only that eternal, lonely life remained...

…………

【"Are you coming, Sir Bedivere...."】

【Dense forest with lush greenery.】

【The flawless King lay peacefully under an ancient tree, looking calmly at the late young knight.】

【That gaze was so peaceful, so sad.】

【"Your subject... your subject..."】

【The always gentle knight knelt on one knee at this moment, wanting to say something, but choked with sobs.】

【"Ne, Sir Bedivere..."】

【The golden morning sunlight sprinkled through the gaps in the leaves.】

【The King's calm voice rose lightly in this dreamlike forest: "I participated in wars time and time again, killing countless people, my hands stained with blood..."】

【That's not true, King.】

【The knight's body trembled, shaking his head.】

【The King sighed: "So, no matter whose hatred I am killed by, no matter how miserable the ending, I can accept it all."】

【"Then why..."】

【The King looked at the sky with hollow eyes: "Why did everything perish, only I failed to usher in destruction? My own destruction, no matter how miserable, I could accept it all, but why, but this kind of ending, this kind of..."】

【That's not true, O King, my Lord.】

【The knight's body trembled, desperately holding back tears.】

【It was you who protected the kingdom and sheltered the subjects, but the kingdom never protected you.】

【"Ne, Sir Bedivere..."】

【The King smiled gently, that kind of smile with regret and pain deeply stung the knight: "Pick up the sword beside me, walk out of this forest..."】

【"Cross that blood-stained hill, and in the clear lake ahead, throw my sword into the lake, and return it to the Lady of the Lake..."】

【The King's soft voice lingered in the sky of the forest.】

【The knight realized something, his pupils contracted, and his body stiffened as he picked up the sword.】

【This is the King's command, this is the Lord's command, but...】

【The young knight, not for the country, but for the King, for this flawless Lord in front of him, offered his long sword, became her strength, and entrusted his own ideals.】

【As a member of the younger generation, he struggled desperately until he became the King's confidant, a member of the Round Table, constantly moving forward.】

【Getting closer, closer, longing to see the King's truth.】

【But the King never showed a smile for herself, just constantly, constantly becoming light, becoming a symbol, guiding others, shining on others.】

【But in the end... the King was still alone, all by herself.】

【Therefore, the knight refused the King's death.】

……..

Looking at the Sky Curtain.

The knight came to the lake again and again, hesitated again and again, endured tears, trembling as he tried to return the holy sword, but gave up again and again.

"The holy sword solidified Artoria at the age of fifteen, and at the same time refused her death. Without returning the holy sword, Saber can never embrace death and find peace."

Someone sighed sadly: "Bedivere cannot accept the death of his Lord."

Sobu High Activity Room.

Shizuka Hiratsuka lit a cigarette: "But for Saber, having lost everything, the only thing she can get is peace."

Exchange Area.

A certain dancing old man's gaze froze: "No, there is also the Holy Grail."

That omnipotent wish-granting machine competed for by such great existences might not be unable to save everything.

Even if she died, as long as she became a Heroic Spirit, there is still... damn.

Even the old man Madara couldn't help but swear.

Under the gaze of countless people.

In the very end.