Once again, the familiar person passed away in front of her eyes.

It is clearly something that has been experienced long ago.

No matter how painful it is, in the long period of time and long loss, the heart will eventually feel numb and painful.

That was something that had been confirmed long ago.

When Lanmalok's bleeding figure fell to the ground in distant memory, she was no longer shaken when she returned to her face.

She will not be shaken if she becomes king.

She raised her head calmly and looked up at the proud Gilgamesh in the sky, her eyes without a trace of anger.

only--

Definitely knocking that guy down.

Even the sky where that guy is located breaks through.

Countless heavy steel roared and tore the sky and attacked towards the ground, turning the earth into a forest of swords and halberds.

"Protect King Arthur—!"

The loyal knights around them were shouting anxiously, and they raised their shields to move closer to the girl.

However, in the face of attacks falling from the sky, they lacked the attacks that could threaten the hero king, and the always arrogant Knight of the Round Table could only be passively beaten.

This is the knight of the round table who has always supported her and united beside her. He has gone through countless battlefields and has never retreated to fight against giants, but is in trouble in front of a mere enemy.

This is something she cannot allow.

"Scatter--! Knights, please disperse--!"

As long as you disperse, you will not be defeated by attacks from the sky.

The girl named King Arthur stopped the shaken knights. She held the sword in her hand tightly and stepped forward fearlessly.

King, you should stand at the forefront of everyone.

"Gilgamesh--!"

Standing in the storm of steel, the girl shouted the name of the enemy located above the sky, and then raised her holy sword.

It was the holy sword that gathered the souls. Countless heroic lights passed through the dust of history and gathered from all around towards the holy sword, illuminating this dim world and dimming the forest of steel treasures.

The only girl surrounded by light in the dark night swears to her heart with concentration towards the sword in her hand.

"I swear I will protect the weak-!"

The holy sword swung.

Clashing towards the storm in front of you.

Under a sword, the rain of steel was separated by two streams as the holy sword swinged.

Without collision or destruction, the girl's foothold seemed to have become an untouchable realm. No matter how powerful it was, she could only pass by the girl without any harm.

"Interestingly, the boundaries you drew were so far beyond my expectations."

The girl's sword attracted the attention of the King of the Sky. The golden boat was subconsciously lowered its height. The hero king on the boat focused his attention on the girl who was the King of Knights as if he was admiring rare treasures.

Gilgamesh's rude gaze could not arouse the waves in the girl's heart. Her eyes passed through the dust stirred by the treasure, staring at the enemies in the sky coldly.

"Dear knights, please fight with me-!"

When the Rain of the Treasure was separated by the girl, the knights behind her unknowingly decreased.

The knight named Lancelot avoided Gao Wen, who shined like the sun, and hid his body into darkness in silence. Then, the body with human temperature turned into nothingness in the darkness.

The short-lived magic body was dispelled by Lancelot, and only the longing of the heroes escaped into the darkness in nothingness until it flew into the sky higher than the hero king.

The flesh and blood body took shape again. After the spirit was transformed into a round table knight who entered the airspace of Gilgamesh without being affected by gravity, it became physical again and wore pure black steel heavy armor to pounce towards the golden boat.

Just like the human creation f15-j that was easily captured by him ten years ago.

"Miscellaneous, it actually violated my king's realm-!"

Gilgamesh, who is also a heroic spirit, has long noticed the appearance of Lancelot and the many spirits that also appear around him.

The golden boat flexibly turned its direction, carrying countless treasures to travel rapidly between the lights of many heroic spirits. In the sight of the heroic spirit Gilgamesh, the spiritualized round table knights in front of them shine in the darkness as if they were shuttled through the beautiful Milky Way.

It is like passing through the short fireworks, and the momentary sigh passes through the heart of the hero king.

Faced with these crazy people who rashly invaded the airspace of the ancient king of mankind, he didn't even bother to express his anger. As long as he concentrated his treasures on Lancelot and then ran the golden boat to fly into the sky, the Lake Knight, who had nowhere to borrow power, had to land helplessly on the ground. As for other round table knights who flew into the sky after spiritual transformation, the Hero King even had no concern.

Seeing Lancelot falling to the ground trying to spiritualize again, the hero king smiled coldly. The next moment, the golden chains poked out from the void tightly wrapped around Lancelot.

This time, Lancelot could no longer escape the torrent of treasures that were attacking him.

"Thank you now, thank you for the mess. It is your honor to die under my chain."

The hero king looked proudly at the Lake Knight who finally took out the undestroyed lake light of the holy sword and got rid of the chains. Then he was smashed to the ground by countless treasures. For a moment, he felt extremely clear about his thoughts.

"Modred--!"

In the dust raised by Lancelot's fall, the painful and hoarse shouts of the Knight of the Round Table sounded, and the tragic sound of the impact of the treasures was penetrated.

"Are you still alive?"

The hero king in the sky continued to return the merciless attack on the treasure.

"Modred--!"

Lancelot on the ground was still shouting. His whole body was already covered in scars. His left hand was strangely twisted and hung beside him. The black armor was also damaged countless times. After the knocked helmet, he revealed the bloody face of the knight. The pale face that had been hidden under the face armor for a long time was swollen and red due to the excitement of the knight, and the sound of coughing up blood was even more sad.

In the sky, the enemy's tenacity made the hero king's emotions fluctuate, and the unrestrained feeling made him look around Lancelot.

A round table knight who is not powerful enough only needs a small number of treasures to flew continuously to block the opponent's pace.

The Sun Knight Gao Wen and the Giant Knight Mohot, who are being paid attention to, will not pose any threat to the lofty hero king even if they can move forward with treasures.

The Knight King who kept splitting the sword rain in front of her, the long distance made her unable to watch her knight in trouble.

As for other knights, they even disappeared silently on this battlefield.

However, the Hero King saw a knight, staring at him in the sky, rather than rushing to rescue his companion.

That must be Mordred.

Galahad, who raised his shield again, allowed the thin knight to raise the sword in his hand intently.

The heavy helmet split from the middle, revealing a girl's face that was very similar to Artoria. However, it reveals a rebellious and unyielding relationship that is completely different from Artoria.

"Come down, Gilgamesh."

Her green pupils reflected the figure of the dream king at the farthest point. Her longing expression burned with painful red flames. The dazzling king sword in her hand swung downwards, calling out the real name of the treasure.

“clarentfaitharthur——!”

Rebelling against the faith of our king—!

The holy sword swung, and the red lightning flashed.

Like flames, like lightning, dirty emotions turned into tangible objects, hitting the torrent of steel falling from the sky.

"What--?"

The incomprehensible flame ignited on the hit treasure, and then spread straight into the sky against the torrent of the treasure, like lightning.

The attack faster than lightning is the hot pain that directly points to the king's soul from the connection between the treasure, the filth, despair, and twisted feelings that directly ignite the flame in the heart of the hero king.

"Miscellaneous, how dare you defile my king's belongings--!"

The magnificent golden city gate stood in front of the golden boat, and the treasure blocked the red lightning in the sarcasm.

Even though Mordred's treasures merged with her roots and had enhanced damage to the enemy treasures, Lancelot had high hopes, but they still could not penetrate the defense of the Hero King. However, the knights of the Round Table finally stopped the galloping of the ancient king.

Figures formed on the golden boat, and the knight who was the fastest to face the hero king was yelling excitedly while holding up his weapons.

"Hahahaha-I didn't expect to challenge the oldest king. Remember Gilgamesh, I'm Aiden, the Harrier Hawk--!"

"Damn it, get out of here--!"

The Golden Boat was spun around under the control of Gilgamesh and directly threw out several unexpected round table knights, including Aiden, who came first.

However, the hero king, who stood on the Golden Boat, who had not had time to accelerate, heard the shouts of a knight again.

"Gilgamesh, look at the sword--!"

At some point, Tristan, the son of sad, had arrived at the ground below the Hero King, shouting into the sky, while taking out his sword.

Unlike the love bow Firnot he usually used, Trist finally took out his strongest weapon, the sword he would rather never use forever.

The slender knight's sword was connected to the scabbard and was held by Trist and pointed at the sky.

He didn't need to draw the sword, but after making the choice to use, the sword liberated himself.

The exquisitely carved sword sheaths were scattered like petals, revealing the true appearance of the sword.

The long and narrow sword seemed to tear the world apart with endless light.

The sword body seemed as transparent as glass, and countless colors passed by.

It is like the scars of the world, so eye-catching and thorough, like an invisible thing.
To be continued...