The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

This is an area that goes beyond the atmosphere and can be called the cosmic domain.

Looking down, it looks like a map extending from the center of the Japanese archipelago to all around.

Under the guidance of Genivia, Lancelot and the Lord of Wind came here.

Depending on how the sun shines, it can turn into either an extremely cold place or a scorching hot alley. It is an extremely cruel world.

However, all the people present were extraordinary people. The two gods roamed here with their divine bodies, and the witch flew gracefully by relying on witchcraft.

A small piece of land floated in front of the sight of the three of them. It is similar to a small island floating in the Pacific Ocean, with both hills and flat land.

However, there is no life like vegetation on the island. It is only an island made of soil and rocks, and an iron sword is stuck in the center of the island. This iron sword has a blade length of about one hundred centimeters. The sword is two-edged, as thick as the blade of a hatchet. However, it is dilapidated and covered with rust. It is said to be an iron sword, but judging from its shape, it should be called a weapon that should be called a knife.

The Divine Sword of Salvation. This is the sword of the hero who wiped out the Demon King, and it is also the strongest steel.

Genivia eagerly jumped off the pegasus, ran quickly to the magic knife of salvation, knelt down on the ground in ecstasy, hugged the magic knife of salvation as if embracing a rare treasure, and slowly He stretched out his hand and stroked the rusty blade of the sword.

Time seemed to have lost its trace, Guinevia kept grinding the rust on the knife.

"My lord, have you felt it? You should feel the breath of Leviathan raging on the ground, right? The fate of a hero engraved in your soul, it's time to wake up."

no respond. However, the rusty magic knife blade began to vibrate.

In the distant lower realm, thunderclouds suddenly surged, and thunder and lightning flashed. Judging from the orbit of the satellite here, even the sea of ​​clouds is just something far away from the lower realm.

Leviathan, who was absorbing the essence of the earth in the West Heaven Palace to try to relieve his injuries, felt a shiver all over his body, and suddenly felt a chill.

"Not only that. Several hateful godslayers have been born in today's world. There are old demon kings who are like evil wolves, and there are also queens who pretend to be unparalleled in the world and don't know the heights of heaven and earth. There are also those who have nothing but to bring disaster to the world. There are five other young people—a total of eight godslayers, singing that this is their spring..."

Lancelot stood by the side of the divine knife and recited the spirit of words, thinking of the unbelievably powerful demon king, Lancelot fell silent for a moment, and continued to speak.

"The ground where these godslayers gather can be said to be the end of the world, and now it can be said to be the end of the world."

A ball of light made of lightning appeared above Lancelot's head, and it began to shine like a small sun above the heads of the group of people, and began to rise rapidly.

The rapidly rising light sphere suddenly began to expand. In the blink of an eye, it grew to a diameter of more than 100 meters—about the same size as the floating island that has hidden the magic knife for thousands of years. Then suddenly thunder and lightning began to be released, and electric sparks burst out everywhere.

Guinevia scrubbed the blade of the sword and chanted loudly.

"In order to cut through the darkness of the last days, and to kill the god-slaying demon kings, we pray for the rebirth of the sword. Ah, the most revered sword of swords, the blade of blades. You are the blade that annihilates the demon kings You are the white light of salvation. You are born to kill all Rakshasas!"

With a big wave of Lancelot's hand, endless thunder and lightning fell from the ball of light on his head, bombarding the Divine Saber of Salvation.

The ferocious attack was absorbed by the magic knife, and Guinevia, who was close at hand, continued to sharpen the magic knife unscathed.

The thunder and thunder were repeated more than a hundred times.

Guinevia kissed the blade and chanted.

"The holy king who appeared last in the world, come here!"

The Divine Knife of Salvation regained its brilliance. After more than a thousand years, the originally rusty and dilapidated blade with a blade length of 100 centimeters was imbued with a dazzling white-gold light, shining with a divine and brilliant brilliance.

Chapter 101 Indelible Hate

When the group saw this ray of light, Lancelot immediately got off his horse and stood there, speaking to the magic knife.

"My lord,—'The King of the Last Appearance'. Although I don't think so, but..."

Lancelot's honey-colored lustrous hair fluttered in the wind, with a distressed expression.

"Have you forgotten my face?"

"No..." A thin figure suddenly appeared beside the magic knife.

Hair is long and pale. He was a handsome young man with a handsome face. However, engraved on the upright and beautiful face like rust is the vigor of the battle and the exhaustion that cannot be recovered. Wrapped around her body was a blue tunic, slender trousers, and a pure white cape.

He slowly - as if touching something disgusting, as if an ordinary person had to grab poop with his hands. Slowly hold the handle of the magic knife.

"Of course I remember, Hippolyta, the knight of the spear. There is still a day when I will meet you again... Destiny is really unpredictable."

"It's such a long-lost name. Now my name is Lancelot Dulac." Lancelot stroked the head of his beloved horse, showing a bright and cheerful smile.

"Really. You finally got a new name." On the face like a nobleman, there was a refreshing smile on the tired beauty. At this moment, the rust-like expression was restrained, and replaced with the temperament and graceful attitude of a born noble person. This is his way of expressing his joy in the romance with Lancelot.

But the momentary transformation soon ended, and the 'King of the End' put away his smile.

At this moment, Guinevia walked up to Rama with the Holy Grail in his hand and looked forward to it.

The young master hesitated for a moment, and finally put his hand on Genivia's head, scrubbing her golden hair, with a distressed expression on his face. "Goddess of White... You've tried too hard."

Genivia paused suddenly when he heard the sound, and looked at the gray-haired nobleman with hazy eyes. "My lord..."

Rama stared at a certain god standing at the back of the group. It was the 'King of Wind' who hid his true nature with a cloth and a mask. The God of War, who has served the brave man who wiped out the Demon King since the beginning of the myth, lowered his head, as if apologizing for forcing him to wake him up.

Rama shook his head silently and signaled with his eyes.

It's like saying something like 'it wasn't your fault'. The King of Wind nodded and stepped aside, turning into a hurricane and dissipating.

This is the communication between the master and the slave who have formed a deep bond and can communicate with each other without opening their mouths.

"You really are still tired of fighting."

There was sadness in Lancelot's whisper, and pity in the eyes that stared at Rama.

Rama, who was listening silently, showed a weary smile, and nodded towards the ally who reunited after 1,500 years

Gnivia's eyes widened, and he quickly hugged Rama's waist, sobbing continuously. "I'm sorry, my lord, Genivia doesn't know you... I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Like a child who apologized in the arms of his parents for doing something wrong, Guinevia kept apologizing in a crying voice.

Rama comforted Genivia with a dumbfounding, patted her on the back lightly, and said in a low voice. "Forgive you, really forgive you..."

Guinevia raised her immature face covered with pear blossoms and looked at Rama expectantly. ".real?"

Rama nodded frequently, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a bitter smile that was like crying.

Moisture continuously gathered in Guinevea's eye sockets.

Rama quickly changed his face, showing a bright smile all over his face.

Guinevia stopped crying immediately, slowly let go of his hand, took a few steps back, summoned the Holy Grail and handed it to Rama.

After hesitating for a while, Rama stretched out his hand...

At this moment, the ground of the floating island suddenly shook violently. It wasn't a one-time shock, it was a constant shaking. Small islands floating in satellite orbits are unlikely to experience earthquakes. The group noticed it immediately.

"Falling...?"