Chapter 405：

They handed over important tasks to their subordinates and rushed to the last.

The powerful led the weak, gathered into a more powerful force, tearing the irrational line of defense.

The crowd surrounded the once capital and fortress.

A ruin.

The soldiers surrounded the palace, and the king held the holy spear and brought the knights to the throne.

The last **** of the 岣嵝 sat on the throne, looking at the king of people who came oncoming.

"Arthur...!"

He talked.

"You are at the end of the road, what else can you say?" Wang walked out of the crowd and questioned him.

"Why do you want to resist me? Why do you deny me? Why do you consider yourself a human?"

"Britain must be destroyed, and you must be extinct."

"If there is still life, then it is to return to the primitive with the hand of God!"

On the holy throne, black shadows gleamed, and the hot and scorching molten iron turned into black molten slurry, swallowing all the glory.

Even the brilliance of the Star Sword, even the brilliance of the Star Spear.

All were swallowed.

The throne collapsed, the roaring black cloud destroyed the palace, and the illusory dragon head was finally roaring.

The magician of the flower will disperse these ruins.

Wang stepped firmly out of the dark clouds.

At this time, Altria, and Morgan, who lived on the island, discovered that Bailong Votigeng was Britain itself.

In the meaning of an island, the clone of the island appears to be the humble king, the king incarnate as a white dragon, who has not been a human since a long time ago, but a real one, unwilling to see the old age of the new age.

"You have no future! Extinction is your destiny!" He said.

"The future is not spoken out, it is created with both hands. You who gave up a long time ago, what right do you have to talk about the future in front of this king?" Wang said.

"Don't you fear? Extinction... even if God is afraid of extinction!" He said.

"It is because of fear that I perceive my weakness. Only by recognizing my weakness can I move forward unswervingly."

The king walked to the throne step by step.

"Even though there are thousands of people, the extinction of Britain is an established fact. It is a fact that even God can't do anything about it!"

"Man will do things that God cannot do," Wang said.

"Arrogant!" God said.

"Humans are qualified to be arrogant, because we have been moving forward. Gods seem to be omnipotent, but only humans can really shoot down the stars." Wang said.

"There is no way ahead of you!" God said.

"Our ancestors came from a primitive with nothing. There was no way. The way was paved by yourself. The last god, do you want to go by yourself, or do you want to let you go by this king?"

The king held the holy spear Lungominiad, calmly looking at the dead god.

God smiled, extremely ironic.

He was actually driven to a dead end by an ant.

And this ant is actually the puppet he once supported up!

Irony!

It's ironic!

Carefree, sarcastically laughing.

"I'm in the abyss, looking at you. The last king, the last fantasy king! Your end will be consistent with me!"

God raised his palm and penetrated his chest.

"It seems that you have to go by yourself. Then—the king won't give it away."

Wang turned his back and looked at the Holy Spear Lungominiad in his hand. He said: "Britain, your sorrow, I will listen to you!"

The Holy Spear Lungominiad was shining, and the hot gun body had cooled down, and the king could feel an extremely powerful power, brewing in the Holy Spear, that was the power of the Star Anchor.

There is no doubt that this star anchor already belongs to him, to him, the king of last fantasy.

The shining starlight dispelled the claws of the past, and the way forward was uncertain, but the king took firm steps.

The duel with the past is over, but the battle with the future has just begun!

Chapter 133 Unification [Third more]

The Holy Spear Lungominiad recognized Shirou's main rank of the island, which also means that the battle with the past has finally come to an end.

Him.

No.

This honor shouldn't be held by him alone, otherwise it would be a blasphemy against the soldiers who sprinkled their blood on the ground.

So, it should be them.

They successfully prevented the final counterattack of the past era.

But the matter is not over yet.

The Xiaoshou had already died, but the earth was still full of beasts, but after the death of the white dragon, these beasts could not turn the waves.

After Shi Lang united the kings, there were no more groups of monsters in three months.

They are not qualified to enter the inner sea of ​​the stars, and the world on the surface also rejects them.

What awaits them is their perish.

This is the war of races.

If you don't fight, you die.