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Falling straight down from the sky, even a Servant would surely have their Spirit Origin burned up mid-air in such a situation—

Even Berserkers, and even Servants known for their durability, are no exception, right?

but--

what is that?

The magic showed no signs of fading.

It was as if it were a collection of magic.

Zoom in, zoom in—keep zooming in!

As he got closer, he could feel the heat emanating from the enormous fireball.

"Could it be—that man?"

Is it Ottomandis?

But something feels off. The fluctuations in magic are different from before. But... if it's not Osmandis, then what is it?

Moreover, that point of light, that fireball, was heading straight towards this place, towards the Lion King's secluded retreat where he was recovering from his injuries!

"This is bad—"

We must get the Lion King away quickly. No matter the reason or who it is, being able to do this proves that we cannot stop that person.

As long as I don't leave here with the Lion King before then, everything will be over.

Just considering that speed, if it landed on the ground without any pause at all...

The place I am now, and the cave where the Lion King lived in seclusion—no, that mountain—would all collapse directly from that powerful impact.

That's right, he had prepared a secret passage just in case he needed to escape from here.

But what was unexpected was that the enemy would arrive in such a way. If they were to land like this, even if there were secret passages, it would be useless, because... the secret passages he had built were not sturdy enough to withstand such an impact.

It was like a spear that was about to be driven into the earth's core!

What is causing that 'fireball' to keep growing?

'Gravity?'

No, that's not right. Gravity is only one factor. What's even more terrifying is that the 'fireball' is accelerating!

hiss--

boom!!!

That's too late!

Before he even reached the cave entrance, Agguiven realized that it was too late; all he could do now was face the enemy here!

'There's still a chance... If they charged down at that speed, no Servant could possibly maintain a perfect victory; they would definitely... definitely suffer a huge impact, meaning there's still a chance!'

Om-!

boom------!

A blast of flames.

The enemy did not land on the ground, but suddenly began to brake abruptly at an altitude of about 100 meters.

The violent firestorm instantly began to expand in all directions.

The two elements and the spirit particles formed a path, crashing against each other layer by layer, creating a buffer.

It fell from a height of 100 meters all the way to the ground—even so, it still created a crater several meters wide on the ground.

"It seems that, for safety's sake, slowing down from 200 meters onwards is a good option... Haha, don't you think so... Agguvin?"

"You are..."

Agraven narrowed his eyes, looking at the man who emerged from the flames with some confusion. He didn't recognize the person in front of him, but... was he an enemy?

“No need to be wary, or rather, being wary is useless. I am not your enemy.” Ryougi Kazumi emerged from the flames and looked at him: “I am very interested in you… or rather, the person behind you… I thought she was dead, but I didn’t expect her to still be alive.”

"—! Of course my king is alive! What exactly are you planning to do?"

The cells in Ryougi Kazuya's body, stripped of their clothes by the flames, slowly began to writhe and form a set of clothing that suited their taste: "I didn't have any plans. The moment I heard that the boss of this singularity had become DIO, I thought that the Lion King and Osmanthus were dead. But now it seems that's not the case. Are they still alive? Or did they escape?"

Agguiwen was stung by the words of Liangyi and Mi.

really...

They escaped, but in a very disheveled state.

He left with the Lion King.

Gawain and Lancelot stayed behind to cover the rear, but just when he was overjoyed, thinking that Gawain and the others had also escaped... he was met with a sword strike from Gawain.

That sword still burns in his chest, making him understand the humiliation he has suffered.

This helped him understand what the invincible Knights of the Round Table had encountered in this world.

Their king was ambushed, and he was hiding like a rat!

Is there anything more humiliating than this? No! There isn't! There's nothing more humiliating than this!

but--

Endure it, you have no choice but to endure it!

He is already the last bulwark of the Lion King. No matter what, he must endure it. No matter what setbacks or situations he encounters, he must wait for the king to awaken!

It is necessary...it is necessary...

patience!

Wait a minute? What did he just say? Ottomandis... is dead too? And... who is DIO?

"Osmandis...isn't that the king he attacked? How did he die? Was he killed by that guy named DIO? Haha...that's really something. Should I thank that guy named DIO?"

“No, you misunderstood. Osmandis should have died before he met you,” Ryougi Kazuya said. “And what you faced from the beginning was DIO, the one who ambushed you, and the one now…”

"The ability to disguise...?" Agraven did not deny it, but instead thought of the skill that Lancelot possessed.

“No, that’s not it, it’s stealing.” Ryougi Kazuya said as he moved forward, “DIO stole Osmandis’s spirit origin and came to this world. In other words, that spirit origin was indeed Osmandis’s, but the will was different. The will that controlled that body changed.”

"..."

Is that really the case? Agguiwen couldn't believe the one-sided story told by the person in front of him.

Wait a minute, he hasn't made a move yet, he's just been talking. Does that mean... he's all bark and no bite? If we can defeat him here... he can leave with the Lion King before reinforcements arrive!

Chapter 1235 Awakening

Agraven moved his hands, hidden inside the cloak, as slowly as possible.

He wanted to place his hand on the sword.

He was currently wearing a gray cloak to conceal his identity, which effectively disguised his movements.

Although such battles have gradually distanced the concept of 'fairness and honor' from his life, that was never something he was meant to do anyway.

Although he was a Knight of the Round Table, he wouldn't be bound by such things.

only...

Although Agguiwen did it very discreetly, it was still easily discovered by Ryougi and Mi.

A slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

next moment--

Agraven's pupils contracted; he realized the person in front of him was gone!

However, even though he had disappeared and his eyes hadn't caught up, he vaguely sensed the enemy's movements. No longer hiding, he suddenly drew his sword from under his cloak!

In an instant—

A sharp pain shot through my chest.

The wound reopened.

That was the wound Gawain left on his chest.

But now is not the time to worry about these things. Even if the wound reopens, he will not stop. Gritting his teeth, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, Agraven swung his sword backward!

However—there was nothing there.

It missed.

"Alright, what a pity, it seems you missed." Ryougi Kazumi patted Agukyuu on the shoulder and said, "If you hadn't paused just now, you probably could have touched me, but now it's a pity, checkmate."

"—You bastard..."

"So, can you trust me now?" Ryougi Kazumi's arm was draped over Agraven's shoulder, while a bone blade that sprang from her arm was placed against Agraven's neck.

The cool breeze from the sharp blade swirled around Agravivan's neck.

It was as if he could slice off his neck with the slightest movement, like tofu touched by a knife.

It's a very simple principle.

Agguivin sighed: "Alright, I understand."

As he spoke, he turned around instantly—

A bloody gash appeared as the blade sliced ​​across his neck, and at the same time, his own sword swept towards Ryougi and Mi's heads!

"------!"

This time he was completely stunned.

If Ryougi and Miya dodged his attack again, that would be fine; if Ryougi and Miya disappeared again, he could accept it.

but--

It was blocked?

He blocked the path of the blade with one of his fingers!

It felt as solid as a mountain even when held by a single finger, and lunchtime was shaken—