Light.

The golden light gathered into a sharp blade that swept across the world, and the golden stream of light that pierced the sky slid down the crimson sky.

It should have been a moment, but in the eyes of other bystanders, this moment seemed to be infinitely extended.

Dum looked at the holy sword slashed with endless light. Under the armor mask, his eyes were full of shock. In front of him, the armor system could no longer calculate the intensity of this energy.

No calculation is required.

Dum knew that if the sword was slashing at him, then he would never be able to survive.

It crosses the sky.

It was like the stone pillars supporting the sky collapsed, smashing down towards the sky of the turbid sea in a state of turning over.

In the sky, the bodyless and indescribable evil spirit let out a whimper of fear.

It wants to escape.

It cannot face this power of destruction.

But it can't go!

It has come this moment, how could Dum let it go?

The purple exorcist ritual was manipulated and transformed into endless bonds, like a closed net, bound the huge invisible evil spirit to that sky.

Then, the light of destruction.

The light came.

The sword shadows carried by the holy sword that had been lifted from the 13-fold seals, the scorching golden streamers burning like flames ignited the chaotic aura before they could touch the body of the evil spirit.

It's like encountering the oil of Mars, except that it's completely burned, there is no second ending.

It felt the threat.

It tried its best to block this sword.

The chaotic force field and purple light are like squeezed fruits, blocking in front of you in an explosive posture. The energy intensity and heavy posture are comparable to a real city wall.

But it's useless!

Defence is useless!

Nothing can stop the fall of the sword blade, at least in this world, nothing!

"puff"

It's like the sound of a blade slashing into a balloon.

The golden light drowns the sky in the next moment.

The powers were all exerted by Artoria in a concentrated bursting posture on the body of the evil spirit, just like a bonfire lit in the sky, and the golden flames burned in the collision.

They were set against the sky, as if the entire sky began to burn at this moment.

The golden fire spreads in the clouds, and in the desperate howling of the evil spirits, the flames roll out along with every chaotic force in the world.

It's like a rain of flames covering the world.

Any place where chaos remains will be completely burned by the golden flames.

Even the ugly fish hiding in the caves in the deepest trench of the turbid sea were burned to ashes in the burning flames in the water.

But they won't disappear.

Their burned bodies will re-infiltrate nutrients into this world, and those who have been taken away by evil spirits will return to this split new world in this way.

The land will become fertile again.

The earth will be full of vitality again.

After hopefully returning to this world, it will give birth to a better and more peaceful era.

And the best part is that this time, they are no longer alone and helpless.

This time, there will be a supreme man born from their world, who will open his arms to protect everyone in the shadow behind him when the disaster comes.

Ah, the new world...

The wailing of the evil spirit in the end is like a hymn to celebrate the arrival of a new world.

In that ethereal song,

It has come.

Right in front of you.

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"Buzz"

The sword of victory in Artoria's hand was like quicksand blown by the wind, and the phantom of the sword dissipated little by little, like shattered glass.

The swordsman's heroic spirit also had white ashes flying on the body.

Her spiritual foundation has been broken.

She can no longer reside in this world.

In front of her eyes, behind her.

As the carrier of the round table voting, the same is true for the ruling Joan of Arc and the Knight Brenheld.

They will all dissipate and return to endless time, waiting for the next time to be summoned to another era with holy relics.

Their mission in this war has ended.

This is the price of slashing that sword.

The witch Hermione stood beside the weak heroes, and she looked at her friends.

She knew that it was time to say goodbye.

"I hated you when I was first summoned by you."

The ruling Joan of Arc leaned on the Holy White War Flag that she no longer floated, and she plucked her hair weakly, and she said to Hermione:

"I hate the British, your arrogance...and some of your habits remind me of the nobles who burned me to death."

The saint showed a gentle smile.

Her little body had disappeared against the golden halo.

She said to Hermione:

"But now I don't hate you anymore, Lord."

"You are a kind person, a kind person, a respectable person. I am honored to work with you... Maybe you will become a member of us in the future."

Joan of Arc stretched out her hand, and as her body turned into light disappeared, she waved to Hermione, she said:

"Then Lord, let's see you in the next era."

Hermione nodded seriously.

Her big eyes had turned slightly red, and she was still a sentimental person after all.

This was her first time saying goodbye to her heroic spirit.

She had known for a long time that there was no banquet that would last forever, but...

Knowing that is the same thing.

Whether you can accept it is another matter.

"I want to go to Asgard to see it."

The female knight Brenheld leaned against her war horse, and the cold and charming knight seemed to become more talkative when she disappeared.

A rainbow shone behind her. For the first time, she reached out and unbuttoned the silver armor covering her eyes, and then shook her long silver hair quite freely, in the sparkling light spots like stars.

She said to Hermione:

"It seems that this wish will not be realized next time."

"Master, you are a good soldier. I look forward to fighting side by side with you next time..."

After saying that, as Hermione's gaze, Brenheld rode his horse on his war horse, waved his hand without looking back, pulled up the reins, and rushed into the rainbow behind him like a galloping knight.

In that wonderful rainbow, it completely disappeared before Hermione's eyes.

"The Lord..."

Sitting on the stone, Artoria, holding a broken hilt in her hand, raised her head and looked at Hermione who was crying in front of her.

She looked behind Hermione, the golden light burning above the sky.

It's very similar to the sunset and sunset of the peace era.

The light shines in this world, and after more than ten years of despair, it truly brought light back to this world for the first time.

"I can't go with you any longer."
To be continued...