After Lancer and Killer left one after another, there were only two kings confronting each other.

The ancient king of mankind in golden armor, with a proud figure like the sun.

The King of Knights dressed in silver armor, his sacred image is like the Nine Heavens Silver Moon.

Gold and silver, pride and sacred, compete against each other without giving in.

The wide cement roads connect the land where both stop.

The cold wind blows from the river beside it with the breath of sea water, passing through the heavy and firm figure of the king like a steel statue.

The dim night sky mixed with a few stars covered the entire world in silence. Such a vast and dark sky could not cover the shining light of the two tiny figures on the ground.

What is small is only the human body, and what is vast is the belief and power that transcends humanity.

It is simply a picture that only exists in mythological poetry.

A wisp of distracting thoughts that passed by in the heart instantly made the proud hero king laugh a little.

"I really didn't expect that you were just a embarrassed little girl in front of me ten years ago, but today you still dare to wave your sword at me."

"Ten years ago, and ten years later, I am also me. No matter what sword I hold, I am the Knight King and the Hero King, your beliefs and treasures cannot shake the sword in my hand."

Saber said calmly, placing the golden sword on the ground with both hands, as if he had been standing on this earth since ancient times.

But the girl's appearance is much different from the Saber in the King of Heroes.

There is no setback experienced in the Fourth Holy Grail War, no pain of losing friends, no anger of being blocked from the road ahead, and no anxiety of not having much time.

The girl in front of you has only unswerving will, as if all difficulties can be cut apart.

"Hmph, I'm so confident, but unfortunately you're just a defective product dominated by weapons."

The figure that infinitely fits with the king of human dreams, the almost annihilated human self, is left with only the pure light of ideas and the holy sword shining with the same light in his hand.

Humans have created the Holy Sword that determines the king, and the Holy Sword distorts the chosen one into the ideal king. In the eyes of the Hero King, the girl in front of him is just a doll manipulated by the Holy Sword, or even a ridiculous doll who actively gives up himself to cater to the holy Sword.

"If we can fight each other happily on the battlefield with the hero king, it will be a great honor in my life. It's a pity that you are no longer the king."

"Rareless! You dare to be rude to me-!"

The Knight King's bold words made the King of Gold narrow the eyes dangerously, and dozens of treasures that appeared behind him were trembling dangerously.

"Ten years ago, you mocked me for losing the kingdom that I had sacrificed for, and you had long lost your own kingdom but had no regrets. During the ten years of living on earth, you arrogantly claimed that the world is your property, but no one knew your reputation. In my opinion, you are just a betrayal dog who doesn't even have a kingdom-!"

"Bold madman—! I will tear you into pieces—!"

The golden king's rage sounded like thunder, and several treasures turned into golden light under the king's anger, falling towards the madman who provoked the hero king's anger.

"I was also obsessed with what happened back then. Today I was finally lucky to show my kingly way in front of my seniors--!"

Facing the treasure that was hit like falling thunder, the girl standing in the sword did not even raise the sword in her hand, nor did she intend to dodge. She was just happy about the arrival of the battle, with a warm smile on her face.

Because, she doesn't need to dodge.

The sound of wind sounded beside the Saint White Girl, and the sound of steel attacks knocked away the falling treasures. A slender figure wearing black armor formed from the void and protected the Knight King.

"You guy-"

Black full-body armor, slender male figure, handsome face, and calm and fearless expression when facing the ancient king of mankind.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

"Knight of the Round Table - Lancelot, I've seen the Hero King."

"A mere lonely ghost dares to stop me-!"

The knight who blocked the Hero King's treasure was actually a wandering soul who had just been given a body. He was consciously despised and became even more angry.

The king's treasure house was completely opened in the wrath of the King of Gold, as if the sky opened the huge and magnificent gate of the kingdom behind Gilgamesh. What appeared in the gate of the kingdom were all shining with endless glory, and various treasures gathered into a group of treasures that could crush the entire world.

Faced with the threat of death that was about to descend from the sky, the strongest round table knight who appeared in nothingness loyally guarded his king's side, and raised the undestroyed lake light of the holy sword and bravely faced the wrath of the coming king.

The Knight King's girl finally lifted the holy sword in her hands.

"Hero King, please be optimistic - my king's way!"

The golden sword was raised high by the girl and pointed to the vast night sky like a torch igniting an ideal.

"Hold this sword, I—Artolia Pandragorn, the King of Selected in England——!"

“theking’srecruitment——!”

The King's Recruitment-!

In an instant, the golden sword shone, and the inscription of the elf wandered like flames on the sterling silver sword, and a strong wind blew past the Knight King.

"Miscellaneous-"

The ancient king muttered, and he had already realized something was going to happen. He turned his head unhappily, and countless golden treasures fell towards the Knight King who was still pointing his sword to the sky.

As the King of Heroes expected, when the knight named Lancelot, holding the undestroyed lake light to face the rain of the treasure that covered the sky, next to the King of Knights, another figure formed from the wind and knelt on one knee to salute King Arthur.

"Bediwell, the Knight of the Round Table, came according to the call of my king. My body and sword are my king's shield."

After the ceremony, he stood up, and the newly appeared knight looked up at the threatening rain in the sky, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the treasure that was attacking the Knight King.

"Is this your reliance? I want to see how many more knights you can summon?"

With the thunderous wrath of the Hero King, more treasures poured down from the Sky Gate.

Yes, that's not enough.

Although Lancelot easily grabbed the treasures that had passed by, holding his sword in one hand and waving the weapons he had seized, thus barely establishing a line of defense for King Arthur, the treasures released by the angry ancient king of humans had exceeded the amount he could defend, and Bedevier could only struggle to support it.

The two loyal knights supported a safe sky for their king. The hero king, who firmly occupied the upper hand, attacked continuously, but his brows frowned slightly.

Invisible power fluctuates, spreading to all directions with the blow of the wind.

Something was responding, a blurry sound came from the darkness around.

Then, a new knight appeared.

In the dark night, the sound of horse hooves sounded.

The invisible weather turned into heavy steel horseshoes, crossing time and space, hammering the hard cement ground, like a meteor passing through the night.

The rolled fierce battle flag is as dazzling as a torch under the starry night.

Above the war horses are several knights charging with guns.

"Knight of the Round Table - Gao Wen, came at the call of my king -!"

The heroic voice echoed in the night sky, and the chief round table knight as dazzling as the sun shouted loudly while urging the war horse under him.

Several knights followed closely the forward who was actually their brother. Among them, Gao Wen's youngest sister, Gareth, a girl who had defeated five Wasteland Knights in a row. She raised the battle flag high, and the girl's clear voice echoed in the night sky.

"Get together—!Get together—! In the name of King Arthur—! Fight for the Kingdom—!"

Gahoris, Juventus and other younger brothers followed the flags that were roaring violently in the wind and shouted in unison.

“Get together—!Get together—!”

Amid the knights' shouts, the white horse of the chief round table knight flew past King Arthur like lightning. Gao Wen, who was galloping, waved the holy sword like the sun, sealed in the hilt of the sword, the sword of victory, and split the rain of treasures falling from the sky.

Gareth put the flag in his hand hard on the ground behind King Arthur, pulled out his long sword to protect the flag with the family emblem with her brothers.

In just a moment, Gao Wen's war horse turned into stars in the sarcasm. As if it had been rehearsed, Lancelot's body moved horizontally to expand its defense range and protected the Sun Knight who had fallen under the horse. After Gao Wen restored his balance, he stood side by side with the knight in the lake who had been entangled with the grudges for life, guarding the girl holding the sword forward.

"Hmph, it's all a bunch of miscellaneous people--!"

The King of Gold snorted in dissatisfaction, but the Knights' enlistment continued. What was brewing in the dark night in the distance, and the chaotic sounds in the wilderness became louder and clearer.

It was the sound of war horses neighing and crowded in the battlefield.

“Woo———————!”

The hero king looked in the direction of the sound of the horn. On the high slope next to the road, a young knight stood on the top of the slope, carrying his beloved harp behind his back, and blew the horn in his hand long.

That is the all-out knight Tristan whose combat power is comparable to that of the first knight Lancelot, and the strongest among King Arthur's new generation of round table knights.

The sound waves spread around the surroundings with the hillside as the center, as if transparent armor was torn off, and something that was originally invisible appeared in the darkness.

A brown war horse like a monster appeared under the high slope. The tall knight on the horse turned his head and looked at Tristan who was still blowing his horn. Heavy breathing sounds came from under the heavy facial armor. For a moment, the knight holding a huge shield and a rifle seemed to be about to rush up the top of the hill.

However, after a few breaths, the strong knight chose to move forward.

"In the name of King Arthur, we are invincible-!"

Mohot, the strongest knight in Ireland, who is known as "unrivaled in the world", died at the hands of Tristan, who was only eighteen years old. Under the call of the Knight King, Mohot finally gave up his resentment and embarked on the battlefield of fighting for the king.

"Get together—!Get together—! Under King Arthur's battle flag, we are invincible!"

Once saved Shiroshiro's life, a knight named Kai appeared behind the girl holding a sword. He waved the kingdom battle flag high, like a bonfire in the dark night, attracting the attention of all the knights.

"For the Kingdom—for the Glory—!"

Kai's father, an old knight named Eckert, was wearing heavy armor covering his whole body, and galloped with his loyalty to the kingdom, erecting the family's battle flag on the ground behind King Arthur.

Hiding his face under the heavy helmet, the heavy armored knight, who was as thin as Arthur, appeared beside the Knight King with the sound of the horn, and offered a loyal king salute to her, then stood up without hesitation and rushed to the front line.

"Xiao Mo is still so cold-hearted-"

Kai's habitual thoughts about the thin knight named Mordred have traveled thousands of years and echoed in the Knight King's ears again.
To be continued...