Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes continued to burn with flames.

She stood quietly in the moonlight, watching the knight in black armor.

The desert evening wind howled, stirring up dust, while the moonlight shone down.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, humanity's last Master, a semi-true progenitor of the Earth Princess, the contractor of Galahad's chosen one, the successor of the Iron Fist Saintess, the rider of the Fallen Beast... [Too many to list]

A flash of light appeared on the sword in his hand.

Like the piercing moonlight, the sword reached its pinnacle.

This aura is like that of a god.

"The moon is falling."

“I will only use one move. If you survive the trial of the Evening Bell, Agravivan.”

"I will then grant you the opportunity to confront Lancelot."

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her sword slightly.

Magic power condenses.

The moonlight behind him seemed to be concentrated on this sword.

The frost of moonlight draped over the black holy sword, reflecting a metallic sheen.

[The concept of the moon]...

The concept of angels...

[The concept of trial]...

[The concept of death]...

[Star Concept]...

Agraki and Fujimaru Ritsuka were not far apart.

However, even a short distance required him to exert all his strength. The surrounding gravity seemed to increase exponentially, giving him the feeling that the other party was some kind of high-density energy aggregate that could even distort speed, time, and space.

A concept is a phenomenon, an existence that can be understood.

Whether in the age of gods or in the modern era, the difference lies only in the understanding of the matter; the matter itself will not completely disappear.

"This is... karma? No, cause and effect have ceased, what is Wutian doing..."

Sanzang stared wide-eyed in surprise.

"That is the power of the First Lord, that's right... Lady Ritsuka is the one chosen by the First Lord... the one we Hassan should serve..."

Silently, Hassan spoke softly, a rosy glow rising on his brown cheeks: "In that case, I can only offer myself in this ritual to seal our bond, and then..."

As she pondered quietly, red steam began to rise from her mind.

"That sword strike was powerful. Even I couldn't understand it!"

"It's hard to say whether they have reached the level of the legendary gods."

"If there were a bowl of wine here, I might not be able to resist enjoying the view while drinking it down!"

Tawara Tota laughed heartily in the moonlight, facing the shadows.

After all, just being able to see this sword strike is definitely worthwhile.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swung her sword.

It felt like returning to nature, or like nature itself.

In fact, during this sword strike, Agravan seemed to see the moon fall. The entire earth trembled violently due to the tidal forces, and as gravity collapsed, even his body began to float uncontrollably.

Inner enlightenment, spiritual awakening.

Even an immortal body can be a constant companion to death.

In a flash, he saw flames of destruction, and the judgment was to destroy Camelot as the sinful city of Sodom and Gomorrah.

"It's about to happen."

“Agravivan”.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone was flat.

A strike as clear and calm as the cool moonlight.

It doesn't seem to pose any threat.

However, for Agguwen, this was far beyond the realm of annihilation.

The gap between Fujimaru Ritsuka and ordinary Servants is like an insurmountable chasm.

Otherwise, Fujimaru Ritsuka wouldn't dare say she could compete with a god.

"Can I... really withstand it?"

Even the usually composed Agguwen couldn't help but panic at this moment.

Is a battle that can't be won meaningful?

Is it really necessary to resist such an existence?

Even the Iron Knight was powerless against this power.

In a daze.

Even if the world were torn apart in the face of apocalypse, and there was no place for him in his ideal future, the dusty holy sword stained with black light still shone brightly in his eyes.

Agguwen raised his eyes.

Agravan, you are my spy planted among the Knights of the Round Table.

You must find King Arthur's weakness, sow discord among them, and crush their hopes... I will let them know that what they have lost, I will take back.

Once, the young and stern knight joined the Knights of the Round Table with evil intentions; he was ruthless, cruel, and cold-blooded.

However, even the ruthless and cold-blooded Agravivan is not without emotions.

That is the continuation of Britain.

At first, he believed that Morgan, as the "Lord of the Island," should be the hope of Britain, but he later realized that King Arthur was more suitable to be king.

Therefore, he became a traitor.

It wasn't that he betrayed King Arthur, but rather his mother, Morgana.

so...

"Even if it's a trial or a judgment."

"I will never admit to betraying the King."

“I, the knight Agravan, am absolutely loyal to my king.”

For Fujimaru Ritsuka, it was as quick as the blink of an eye.

For Agguwen, however, it was a long and agonizing ordeal.

The sword's edge and the bell's tolling ceased.

Agguiwen coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over.

thump.

The armor collided with the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Oh?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were filled with a strange light.

"I see..."

Although it was far from her full strength, her current power should have allowed her to unleash a sword strike that exceeded what Agravwen could withstand.

"This must be the will of 'My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and all my deeds are for justice.'"

The moon's radiance slowly faded.

Fujimaru Ritsuka slowly raised her head and gently exhaled.

"Shouldn't you say they truly deserve to be called Knights of the Round Table?"

"Based on that willpower you just displayed, even if your strength is far inferior to Lancelot's, you might still be able to defeat him with all your might, right?"

The blonde girl chuckled softly, her azure eyes dimming.

She dismissed the black holy sword and clapped her hands.

“You’ve escaped with your life, Agravivan.”

"Just as I promised you before, I will give you the opportunity to confront Lancelot."

“I must defeat the Lion Queen, because I cannot stand by and watch her turn humanity into specimens. Even if humanity is doomed to extinction, I will not choose a future without redemption or hope.”

Agguivin lay motionless on the ground.

He couldn't respond to Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, whether it was a rebuttal or an admission.

"After all, the end of the Round Table is a foregone conclusion, but the future of humanity is not over yet."

Fujimaru Ritsuka left no trace and departed the castle with three Servants.

Only Agguwen was left lying alone on the ground.

Finally, under the moonlight, Fujimaru Ritsuka uttered her last words.

"The so-called perfect ideal king means eternal despair."

“There…”

"There probably won't be any future."

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the mountain village, illuminating the golden sand, the morning dew had just managed to moisten the parched land. From the horizon, three figures slowly emerged.

A monk and three others walked westward along the sand dunes.

This is certainly not a journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures; the journey took place in India.

This is Canaan.

Further southwest is Egypt.

The village of the Mountain People is hidden in this valley to prevent the Knights of Purification from finding it and completely quelling their rebellion.

But now it seems that it doesn't really matter anymore.

One of the Knights of the Round Table was crushed to death by the princess.

One of them betrayed us.

One was seriously injured.

There's also a gatekeeper.

Although the Knights of the Round Table are practically defunct, the real battle has only just begun.

Only The Lion King can be considered a true anchor point for the special group/linger linger 鸸意, mixed with 8 * 侕异点.

If the Holy Lance descends and annihilates everything, then no matter how many people Fujimaru Ritsuka saves, it will be meaningless.

The next target is the Atlas Palace that King Hassan mentioned.

But the Atlas Institute of this era should be underground, right?

Finding your way is indeed a troublesome thing.

Especially places like the Atlas Academy.

It is said that everyone there is a shut-in, and it is very difficult to find alchemists who roam around.

Unlike the Clock Tower, who constantly seeks to make their presence known, the members of the Atlas Institute rarely show their faces, even within the magic world.

After all, they are a group of pessimists.

A madman who thinks the world is going to end every day.

However, it seems they have some merit now.

Because for the century that Fujimaru Ritsuka is currently living in, humanity has indeed been destroyed.