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Round Table Agraven and Agraven looked at each other, but neither of them said anything.

Because they know.

At this moment, they are fighting simply for the king they worship, nothing more.

"Hiss... It seems most people have found their match..."

Kai scratched his head and turned to look at Lancelot of the Round Table, who was closest to him.

“Kai…”

Lancelot of the Round Table picked up his weapon.

"Ah, Kai, we're here to help you!"

Gareth and Gahris landed from the height and stood on the same line as Kai.

"Don't hold me back."

Kai was blunt, but he took a step forward and gripped the Water Force Sword tightly.

"..."

Lancelot of the Round Table didn't speak, but silently raised his sword and charged forward!

Tread-tap-

Tread-tap-

"..."

Hearing footsteps, Mordred turned around.

Artoria, wielding the fiery sword Blazing Flame, was standing not far from him, watching him.

what.

Is it going to be another battle with my father?

What an unexpected turn of events!

Mordred took a deep breath, but without hesitation, she drew her sword.

It's just...doing it again, right?

call……

"bring it on!"

"Ah."

Clang!

"Now, it's just us left."

Linnae landed on a rock and looked at the Lion King, who showed no sign of panic.

How boring.

A person who has lost emotions, a person who has lost hope, a person who has lost self-awareness.

There was no extra dialogue.

Linnaeus rushed out instantly, heading towards the Lion King, and threw a powerful punch!

boom! ! !

Chapter 229: The Holy Sword Descends!

boom!!!

An explosion erupted!

Two figures burst out of the flames, barely managed to adjust their posture in mid-air, and finally crashed heavily to the ground, sliding several meters into a ditch before rolling over and getting up again.

"Cough cough..."

Gao Wen wiped the blood off his body.

It hurts.

In just a brief exchange, Gao Wen found himself starting to fall into a disadvantageous position.

This is normal, as Gawain is facing Round Table Gawain, who is a Heroic Spirit, at his peak, and possesses countless combat experience and wisdom.

But Gawain is different.

Thanks to the situation in Britain, he didn't actually experience many battles.

All the 'enemies' he faced were his brothers, sisters, and friends.

This naturally leads to differences.

Round Table Gawain was also shocked. He couldn't believe that the other "him" in front of him could be so strong. In terms of strength, he was even a little overwhelmed.

but……

"Give up, you can't beat me, whether it's experience, strength, or mindset."

At the round table, Gao Wen began to offer his advice.

"Do you expect me to treat life as nothing, like you? I don't remember being that kind of person, whether as a knight or as Gawain."

Gao Wen raised his sword expressionlessly.

"The King once told us—we are the holy sword that protects the world and brings hope to all living beings!"

"This is also my vow."

"And now, you turn a blind eye to hope, crush the hopes of others, and even take lives... I do not approve of you!"

boom! !

Gawain instantly leaped forward, his Victory Sword slicing through the air as he slashed at the person in front of him!

Round Table Gawain suddenly lowered his waist and swung his sword upwards with great force, this strike was full of all his strength, and he met the sword of his other self with great power!

A deafeningly loud bang was followed by a burst of bright sparks that illuminated the faces of the two people.

"What do you know? To seek hope in this world is simply wishful thinking, it can even be called arrogance!"

Round Table - Gao Wen shouted loudly.

"The king is not the king he once was. He knows this better than anyone else. Britain has perished, our world has perished, yet the king still declares that he will protect the world!"

Even if it was just a selfish act...

"but……"

"I am the king's knight, and I will fight to the very end!"

He was determined to fulfill his long-cherished wish to serve the king until the very last moment!

Gao Wen's eyes narrowed.

"Me too!"

boom! !

The two quickly created distance between them.

Round Table - Gawain twirled the sword in his hand:

"This sword is a replica of the sun, the purifying flame that burns away all impurities—Excalibur Galatine!"

Gawain immediately raised his sword, intending to clash with his Noble Phantasms, when a sword slashed through space and flew in!

"The brightest light!"

boom!!!

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On the other side, Tristan and Bedivere were in a slightly better situation than Gawain. The two worked together seamlessly, defeating Round Table Tristan and putting him at a disadvantage.

"Tristan, what could possibly have driven you to do such a thing?"

Bedivere cleaved the incoming arrow with his sword and looked up at Round Table Tristan, who had his eyes closed.

"How could you lay a hand on innocent people... Have you already abandoned your honor?!"

"..."

Tristan of the Round Table looked at Bedivere: "This is my loyalty to the Lion King."

"Moreover... would a knight who holds a place at the Round Table not harm innocent people? In Britain, the merciful king did advise against pursuing them further, but he never issued a prohibition."

"..."

Bedwell paused.

This point...

They are completely different from them.

The knights of the Holy Sword Order would never lay a hand on any innocent person.

Tristan, holding a bow that resembled a musical instrument, showed a hint of pity on his face: "It is truly sad that you follow a king who has abandoned the hearts of men."

Tristan of the Round Table fell silent.

A king who has abandoned the hearts of the people...?

"The king doesn't understand people's hearts."

Both Bedivere and Tristan were slightly taken aback upon hearing Tristan's words.

They don't understand people's hearts.

"Sorry, we're much luckier than you, Bedivere. Do you remember what the King said?"

"I will never forget this in my lifetime."

The two exchanged a glance and gripped their weapons tightly.

"Use strength to protect the weak! Use your sharp edge to defend your conscience!"

hum-

A pleasant sound suddenly rang out.

The three of them were all taken aback.

next moment.

The two swords landed steadily in Tristan and Bedivere's hands.

"Gun-Sword Strike!!"

"Huang Lei draws his sword!"

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Clang!

After the blades clashed, the two figures separated, and Agravivan and his other self locked eyes.

"I heard that you were the one who proposed that so-called holy punishment?"

"So what?"

Round Table - Agguiwen's expression remained calm.

"Yeah……"

Agguiwen frowned.

He wasn't a soft-hearted person, much less a good person, but... even so, just because he wasn't chosen, he should be killed... what good would that do for the other party?

Agguiwen couldn't understand it.

Under Linnaeus's influence, he also followed the path of the Holy Sword Knights.

A blade is never aimed at the weak, words are never concealed, injustice is always spoken out, and life is always held in awe.

Oh well, never mind.

Agraven didn't intend to think too much about it; completing the mission was enough.