Representative of the Contrast Appraisal Class, I am the sun

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Whether it is a treasure or pure physical output, it is so powerless in front of the dead ancient god.

Everyone not only has to avoid the cursed hands, but also has to fight against the cursed field around them!

"12 holy spears, this is also the meaning of this battle. It is not enough to prevent Camelot from being destroyed. Our role is to hold Cornus here and send the guardian of the holy sword to the throne!"

Dog brother's face was covered with blood, and his eyes looked at Ritsuka and Mashu, "And now the role has been achieved. After that, we only need to be here to witness the end of the journey."

The two were stunned and looked around hurriedly. At some point, Altria's figure had disappeared.

Hu...Hu

Running with all his strength, his chest rose and fell violently, his mind and even his body were exhausted to the extreme——

Camelot is already a dead city, there are no fairies, no humans, no corpses, and no Moss.

The moving natural disaster wiped out everything, and she was running on this passage that cut off all life and countless prosperity.

She jumped down from the deck and landed on the outer wall of Camelot that had not collapsed yet. Now, she was running at full speed on the road leading to the throne.

Alone, wandering and searching, Altria was pale, anxiously looking for the throne on the Camelot city that was on the verge of collapse.

What made people anxious was the roaring, screaming, and destroying god Cornus behind the wall, the too silent "curse" that seemed to be able to compress the air.

She had already climbed out, and Camelot was beginning to collapse violently because of its vast curse, which arrived one hour after Cornus appeared.

There was not much time left. If she was lucky, there were still ten minutes, and if she was unlucky, there were only five minutes.

Before that, I have to reach the throne, analyze the structure of the throne left by Morgan, and then transform it into a form that I can use.

Altria panted heavily, her eyes eager to find the throne. She can definitely do it. She is different from before after returning from the chosen place.

More than half of them have become fantasy existences, the king who will eventually draw the sword of choice and lead Britain into the next era with the holy sword in hand!

"Ha——"

I feel that I am being integrated into the existence of that king, and in the concept of human history, she is not the center of the world, but in its corner.

No matter what the ending is at the lampstand at the end——

Altria remembered what the magician said, the nostalgic fairy tale, the story of the nameless king made up of many hopes!

"Great, I found it!", Altria's eyes were happy, and she finally found Morgan's throne...!

The Saviour Ash is the supreme masterpiece, storing the magic power collected from fairies all over Britain, and controlling the Holy Lance!

Behind the throne is an open space where you can look out over the cave.The platform, where the sacrificial god who "only exists here" stands, is also the rotten flesh that existed 14,000 years ago!

Observing its full appearance at such a close distance and feeling its madness, Altria's pupils suddenly contracted and her breathing began to become difficult.

That ominous figure and the meaning contained in the silence seemed to whisper some kind of anger.

But, God's anger is right, and God's curse is also right. It was killed by the fairies, and it was betrayed when it extended a helping hand.

The priestess it loved was trampled on her dignity and life, but in these 14,000 years, the sinners prospered——

How can I not be angry, how can I not be crazy?

The disaster does not come from hatred, but from anger and the responsibility of sighing. These creatures cannot be left alone...

The people who let the fairies survive now want to close the lid of the world.

"Even so, your approach is still wrong," Altria faced the ancient god and murmured softly, "If Britain is not a country of sinners, if everything is concluded like this..."

"It should not be just punishment, but to create a system that can forgive crimes, and to decide on laws that forgive sinners!"

Altria said nothing more. She knew that the ancient god was dead long ago, and what stood here now was a rage that could never be quelled with words!

Altria held the staff, and a dazzling light burst out from her body. Although the throne in front of her was covered with dust and was in ruins, its essence had not changed at all.

Connecting the consciousness to the throne, and merging with the 12 holy spears set in front, the magic power keeps pouring out——

Pouring out from the ground at lightning speed, feeling the end of the curse, and having a premonition that the curse will be lifted, many resentments shouted, "I won't let you succeed"

The deaths of the fairies that have been accumulating for 14,000 years have turned into a torrent——

"...Too amazing, he is really a genius", Altria felt all this in shock.

Altria praised Morgan, not only for his ability as a fairy, but also for the idea of ​​turning Camelot into a ceremonial dress.

Such a huge spell, the connection of its magic circuit and the circulation of magic power have not stagnated at all, it is simply a genius in the realm of God, and the highest existence among the fairies in the past generations of paradise.

Altria felt more and more the greatness of His Majesty Morgan, but the problem was that this structure itself was made under the premise that the genius would use it personally.

"Ouch...", Artoria screamed.

Excessive magic power flowed through her body, and the magic circuit was not enough to use the twelve divine spears. The magic power flowing from the throne spread from her blood vessels, nerves, bones and flesh like artillery fire.

Consciousness popped out, eyeballs exploded, respiratory organs seemed to be burned by fire, and knees were on the verge of collapse...

But, but it's like this...

"I can't escape,"I can do it, I can do it!

Altria held up her staff, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, her robes rustling behind her, her eyes bleeding, her lips trembling unconsciously.

Magic power gathered, gushed, condensed, compressed——

"Spiritual Vein Blocking Weaponry Longominyad, reload, Round Table Holy Spear, 12 parallel anchors——"

In an instant, twelve golden spears were lined up behind Altria, the golden holy spears swallowed and spit out the sacred afterglow, which bred storms and gathered destruction!

"Open the door to the Great Ceremony of Disaster——!"

"Spear of Salvation! Turn into the rain of the end that washes away sins! End Orkney!"

"Boom——"

The spear pierced through the stars, the sun and the moon, and the golden afterglow crossed the sky on the land of disaster!

The power of man collides with the power of God!

The scarlet black and the holy light...

The firepower and might are sufficient, enough to turn the walls of Camelot into ashes, but...

"Ahem——", Artoria looked at the ancient god in front of her with her bloodshot eyes.

But even so, it is still not enough, and it is still too weak to eliminate the disaster that has existed for tens of thousands of years.

If there are fairies here, they will definitely laugh...

Laugh at the weapons prepared by Morgan, which can't kill the gods at all...

"No! No!", Artoria denied loudly, "It's just because I haven't used it well yet!"

The twelve holy spears, the tremendous power in them, who can perfectly master it except the founder!

Altria swallowed the blood flowing back in her mouth and tried to open her eyes wide, looking crazy and angry.

This anger was not directed at the fairy, nor at Cornus, but at herself...

At the fact that she still had the power to go back to the past after all this time!!!

"Why do you want to stay a little longer? Obviously... obviously it's already enough", Altria laughed, cried, and complained loudly.

She should have disappeared at the chosen place, but the reason she was able to stay was because one of her companions on the trip stepped forward and bought her some time.

"All...", Altria's eyes were bloodshot, and she was in such a mess that she could not tell how much she was in. She stood up with difficulty, her expression completely without any sadness or joy, "All, whether it is here or in the past, I"

"I will do my best. That is why I came here."

The Holy Spear Longomyniad is Morgan's magic. It is natural that she cannot exert its power. She cannot control the Holy Spear, but she can use its structure.

If the Holy Spear is a turret, then it only needs to be loaded with other shells. Now that she is the concept of the Holy Sword, the new spell that needs to be loaded is...

"Transfer the return line from the Amyrlin Throne to this heart, and change the source of magic from Camelot to Avalon·Le·Fei"

"257 from the soul vein blocking type weapon: Longomyniad, transformed into the dragon vein burning type weapon-the sword of the pledge of victory!"

The sky and the earth lost their color, and the gods and people were angry!

It was the pain of tens of trillions of cells burning together, it was the pain of the universe burning!

The cursed hand covered the sky, covered the earth, and rushed towards the throne!

At this moment, due to the extreme pain, the accelerated thinking turned the moment into eternity, peacefully, slowly, recalling the memory of the existence that was once "her"...

"Morgan, I in a distant world, my enemy"

Thinking back to Norwich, if it would be fine if I did it now...

There was no regret, just pure, recalling those dazzling scenes...

"I, failed to beat you, I failed to beat you until the end, I failed to prove myself with strength, and I failed to refute you with prophecy"

But at the end, she got a chance, a chance to use up the last remaining magic power in her body to prove who she is...

‘Have you found a reason? ’, the orange-haired girl asked her again.

“No, I didn’t become my ideal self, but I will stand here, not for the merciless queen who guards the throne”

“But for the great, respectable savior, so that her life can be rewarded”

The job you should have completed 2000 years ago, now she will complete it——!!!

Altria looked up at the towering evil, and used the last strength of the fairy of paradise to inject the last magic power to maintain her body into it.

“Draw the holy sword——!”

“God of sacrifice! Please forgive our sins——!”

“Excalibur——!!! ”

The gorgeous star flowers condensed into one point, and with this strike, pierced through the gods!!!

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In the Ten Thousand Worlds

Hey... Altria, that's enough!

Countless audiences were shocked, moved to tears!.