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Artoria's palm holding the sword had exhausted all her strength. She felt her passion rolling in her chest. This was joy, pressure, and responsibility.

She once stood in the ruins of the kingdom and cried silently.

She once even questioned whether she was qualified to be a king.

But now.

These people who know her legend still entrust trust to her.

Bet on your wishes and everything, this time, you will never cry again! Neither fate nor God can take away this kingdom from her hands again!

The light on Artoria seemed to be burning, but the lights of stars gathered constantly from the void and gathered on her body, becoming brighter and brighter. Those were glory, faith, and the source of her power.

"Here, in this country, no one can defeat me." Artoria shouted loudly.

Xiaonan's face became solemn.

She saw this brilliance.

The other party’s profession is probably similar to Roger. The stronger the belief, the stronger the strength.

No, not just that.

Those light spots may come from the people of this country. I don’t know whether it is a profession or a certain skill. In short, Xiaonan felt a huge pressure at this time.

"Shi." Xiaonan's body turned into a talisman and dispersed, "You are the main attacker, be careful."

"good."

Two rituals take a step forward.

The white kimono and shoulder-length black hair flew freely in the wind. The moment when the dark pupils turned into pale blue, the boundless murderous intent locked up Artoria. There was no hatred, no anger, or even no indifference. This was an incredibly pure murderous intent.

"You are not the one I want to kill, but I will kill you with all my might."

The sound of the two rituals was not loud, but it was clearly conveyed to everyone, including the visitors.

This seems to be a feature of this large-scale stage of destiny.

Artoria looked at the girl with terrifying murderous intentions and understood in her heart that the other party announced that she would kill her with all her might be expressing her respect.

"I am the King of Knights, Artoria Pandragorn." Artoria shouted out his name.

"Swordsman, two rituals." The two rituals also responded.

The next moment, a tsunami burst out from Artoria's body. No, this was already a real tsunami. The light roared and rushed towards the two rituals, turning into knights holding spears, riding war horses, and carrying flags in the air.

They are soldiers transformed by magic.

But it is like a real army, as if everyone has their own glory and will, and this real thing that faces tens of thousands of people is extremely powerful.

Aozaki Orange couldn't help but take a small step back.

The magician is an existence above ordinary people, but he is also hiding among ordinary people. This oppressive force makes Aozaki Orange extremely uncomfortable.

However, the expressions of the two rituals did not change at all.

Even a smile appeared on the face full of neutral beauty.

At this moment, personality has been switched to Liangyizhi.

For real murderers.

No matter how many people are, they are just prey.

The long sword in her hand was shining with bloody light. Her body moved, without the sword energy that lies across the sky, without the momentum of landslides, and without the overwhelming magic. She was like an ancient swordsman, one man and one sword, rushing into the army.

Swing the knife, spin, kill......

The white kimono is particularly conspicuous in the blue army. The sword swing and dodging postures of the two rituals have no extra movements, but this ability, coupled with the white kimono that flutters like a butterfly and long black hair, gives people an unparalleled shocking beauty.

Her body exuded a terrifying murderous intent.

Every time she swung her knife, she easily dismembered a large number of enemies.

It's trembling and obsessive.

Not to mention those ordinary people who are gradually growing their mouths, even Artoria is a little addicted to that dangerous charm at this moment.

But she quickly reacted.

The two rituals were getting closer and closer to her.

But Artoria did not give in.

She is a king, and a knight.

After the charge of the troops, she held her long sword and rushed towards the dangerous swordsman, with her sprinting movements filled with a posture of hardening.

Bang —!

The two people collided in a magical host.

There was no deafening loud noise, nor a dispersed impact.

Because Artoria's sword in the stone was broken.

Without any obstacles, the long swords of the two rituals cut from the middle, even crossing the ends of Artoria's hair, almost cutting off the symbolic strand of hair.

However, a noisy sound came from among the onlookers.

When it comes to Artoria, what cannot be ignored is this sword in the stone.

It is a symbol of royal power and the source of the power of the knight king in mythology.

Just break it easily?

No, not just breaking.

Although the distance is very far, every visitor can easily see the current situation of the battle. The sword turned into ashes and dissipated in Artoria's hands.

"I can kill everything." The two rituals did not seem to be in a hurry to make up for the attack, but just said calmly, "No existence can block my attack. As long as you see the flaw, even God will kill you."

"So that's it..." Artoria looked at her eyes and asked with a shock, "You say God can kill you, is it the Lord of Destiny?"

"No, I see no flaw in Him." The two rituals remained calm.

“…”

Artoria's expression was a little distorted, but she still breathed a sigh of relief.

If it is a ability that even the Lord of Destiny can threaten, it is really terrible.

but--

She stretched out her hand and once again pulled out a brand new sword in stone from the void.

"The sword in my hand is a symbol of royal power and the trust of the people." Artoria raised her eyes slightly, and said with pride and glory, "You can cut off the tangible sword, but you can't cut off the trust of the people in me! As long as I am king for one day, the sword will be in hand for one day!"

After a brief silence.

Countless people cheered again.

Whether it was a teenager or an old man in his seventies or eighties, he felt the blood rolling in his body at this moment.

They are not incompetent bystanders.

But the supporter behind the Queen.

If people's previous love for Artoria began with appearance, then now, Artoria and this kingdom have truly begun to establish a bond.

The two rituals seemed to have squinted their eyes.

He held the long knife in his hand tightly and rushed up again.

This is a confrontation of cold weapons, but the sword energy and airflow that seemed to tear everything apart seemed to represent their strength. With every collision, Artoria would lose a sword in her hand, but she took out a sword again and could keep up with this battle beyond vision.