The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

This is the area beyond the atmosphere, which can be called the universe domain.

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

Lancelot and the King of the Wind came here under the guidance of Genievia.

Depending on the sunlight exposure, this place can be transformed into an extremely cold place or a scorching hot alley. It is a very cruel world.

However, the people present were all extraordinary people. The two gods roamed here with their divine bodies, and the witch relied on witchcraft to fly freely.

A small piece of land floated in front of the three of them. Similar to a small island floating in the Pacific Ocean, it has both hills and flat land.

However, there is no life such as vegetation on the island. It is an island made of only soil and rocks, and an iron sword is inserted 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 was dilapidated and covered with rust. It was said to be an iron sword, but according to its shape, it was a weapon that should be called a sword.

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

Genievia eagerly jumped off the Pegasus, ran quickly to the sword of salvation, knelt down on the ground in ecstasy, hugged the sword of salvation like a rare treasure, and slowly He stretched out his hand and stroked the rusted sword body.

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

"My lord, have you felt it? You should have felt the aura of the Leviathan raging on the ground. The heroic destiny engraved in your soul, it's time to get up."

no respond. However, the rusted blade of the divine sword began to vibrate.

In the distant lower realm, thunderclouds surged suddenly, and lightning flashed and thundered. From the satellite orbit here, even the sea of ​​​​clouds is only a thing in the far lower realm.

Leviathan, who was absorbing the earth's essence in the West Heaven Palace and trying to relieve his injuries, felt a chill all over his body.

"Not only that. There are several hateful godslayers born in the world today. There are old devil kings who are like wolves, and queens who pretend to be unparalleled in the world and know nothing about the sky and the earth. Others have nothing but to bring disaster to the world. The witch. There are also five other young people—a total of eight godslayers, and Acura is their spring…”

Lancelot stood by the side of the divine sword and recited the spirit of words, thinking of the tyrannical and incredible Demon King, Lancelot was silent for a moment, and continued to speak.

"The earth where such godslayers gather can be said to be the end of the world, and now can be said to be the moment when the world ends."

A sphere of light composed of thunder and lightning appeared on Lancelot's head, and it began to shine like a small sun on the head of the group, 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 size of the floating island where the divine sword has been hidden for thousands of years. Then suddenly lightning began to be released, and sparks of electric light burst out everywhere.

Genievia frosted the blade and recited aloud.

"In order to cut through the darkness of the end times, and to slay the god-killing demon kings, we hereby pray for the rebirth of the sword. Ah, the most revered sword of the sword, the blade of the blade. You are the blade that annihilates the demon king. You are the white light of salvation. You are the one who was born to kill all the rakshasas!"

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

The ferocious attack was absorbed by the divine sword, and Genievea, who was close at hand, kept grinding the divine sword unscathed.

The thunder and thunder were repeated over a hundred times.

Genievia kissed the blade and recited.

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

The Sword of Salvation regained its brilliance. After more than a thousand years, the original rusted and tattered blade with a blade length of 100 cm has been covered with a dazzling white-gold light, shining with divine brilliance.

Chapter 101 Indelible Hate

When the group saw this ray of light, Lancelot immediately dismounted and stood up, speaking to the divine sword.

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

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

"Have you forgotten my face?"

"No..." A thin figure suddenly appeared beside the divine sword.

The hair is long and pale. He is a handsome young man with a handsome face. However, what was engraved on the upright beauty like rust was the toughness of the battle and the irreversible exhaustion. Wrapped around his body is a blue hoodie and slender trousers, as well as a pure white cape.

He slowly—as if he was touching something disgusting, as if an ordinary person had to grab the stool with his hands. He slowly grasped the hilt of the divine sword.

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

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

"Really. You finally got a new name." A refreshing smile appeared on the tired beauty on the face like your son. At this moment, the rusty expression converged, and it was replaced by the temperament and graceful attitude of a naturally noble person. This is his own way of showing the joy of the romance with Lancelot.

However, the momentary change was quickly over, and the 'King of the End' put away his smile.

At this time, Genievia walked up to Rama with a look of anticipation in hand with the Holy Grail in hand.

The noble man hesitated for a moment, and finally put his hand on Genivia's head, scrubbing her golden hair, and showing a rather distressed look on his face. "Goddess of White... I've worked too hard."

Genievia froze when she heard the sound, and looked at the grey-haired noble boy with tears in his eyes. "My lord..."

Rama stared at a certain **** standing at the back of the group, the 'King of Wind' who hid his true nature with a cloth and a mask. The war **** who served the hero who annihilated the demon king from the place of myth, bowed his head, as if to apologize for forcibly awakening him.

Rama shook his head silently and gestured with his eyes.

It's like saying something like 'it's not your fault'. The King of Wind nodded, stepped aside, and dissipated as a hurricane.

This is an exchange between masters and slaves who have formed a deep bond and can exchange ideas without opening their mouths.

"You're still tired of fighting."

Lancelot's whisper contained sadness, and there was pity in his eyes fixed on Rama.

Silently listening, Rama showed a tired smile and nodded towards his ally who had reunited after fifteen hundred years.

Genivia's eyes widened, and she quickly hugged Rama's waist, sobbing continuously. "I'm sorry, my lord, Genievia didn't know about you... I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Like a child apologizing in the arms of his parents for his wrongdoing, Genievea kept apologizing with tears in his eyes.

Rama comforted Genivia with a dumbfounded smile, patted her back lightly, and said in a low voice. "I forgive you, I really forgive you..."

Genievia raised her tender face with pear blossoms and rain, and looked at Rama expectantly. ".real?"

Rama nodded frequently, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a bitter smile like crying.

Moisture continued to gather in Genivia's eye sockets.

Rama quickly changed his face, and the inner cow showed a bright smile on his face.

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

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

At this time, the ground of the floating island suddenly shook violently. Not a single shock, but a constant shaking. Small islands floating in satellite orbits are unlikely to have earthquakes. The group noticed it immediately.

"Falling...?"