With one strike of the ancient axe, the holy city of Camelot was completely destroyed, which not only shocked the two warring parties, but also made a certain witch who had been observing secretly furious.

"Ah, no, damn it!"

Morgan stood on a hill outside the Holy City. His beautiful ice-blue eyes looked at the Holy City that was shattered by an ax and even created a grand canyon. His tone was full of despair.

"Ren, you bastard! Can you afford the compensation, bastard!"

Sister Wang went a little crazy and cursed angrily, her full chest rising and falling.

After a hard trip, she caught up with her clone and the supreme magical gift that cost her a lot of effort and resources to create - the "Pillar of the Twelve Ends".

As a result, I was so busy and lonely!

She was so angry that she almost had a myocardial infarction. Ren's overbearing ax not only smashed the inner city of the Holy Capital to pieces, but also blew out nine of her "Twelve End Pillars"...

Lost everything!

The witch felt that she had failed so much this time that she almost rushed to her grandma's house.

'No, I can't just go back...'

She gritted her silver teeth, held the staff, and soared into the air like a beautiful blue butterfly and flew towards the Holy Capital.

Never leave empty-handed...

On the desolate plateau, a black shadow walks in the yellow sand.

"Is it the true supreme artifact controlled by the Lord of War?"

Recalling the ground-breaking ax just now, Wang Hassan's eyes flickered.

It is a very special treasure, like the Holy Sword of the Stars, and has the aura of the artifact left behind by the creator god in Mesopotamia.

The soldier's own precious phantom was too mysterious and complicated, and he didn't understand all the secrets.

But one thing is for sure.

That weapon is not only powerful in destructive power, but also has the effect of erasing concepts. It is extremely mysterious, so it can ignore immortality and self-healing ability to a certain extent.

In other words, it can cause harm to the Mother Goddess of Creation at the seventh singularity point.

"It's a pity...he is not suitable to go there."

Wang Hassan shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​inviting the war leader to the seventh feature.

Although his Noble Phantasm Great Ax can restrain Tiamat to a certain extent, the leader himself also has the potential to become a beast of disaster, so running there is too risky.

Just like the guy pretending to be the Magic King (Mr. Gai) is unwilling to come to the sixth singularity, there are too many variables when the war leader goes to the seventh singularity.

Once the breath is leaked, the stimulated Tiamat will immediately wake up and even attack him madly.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

Not even a male and a female.

The balance of strength is unbalanced. Let alone suppression and restraint. With the current strength of the soldier master, it is too difficult to fight against an enemy of Tiamat's level. It may become a ration.

Moreover, it is not suitable for him to deal with the mastermind pretending to be the Magic King.

Naturally, the more combat power you have to save humanity, the better. It is a pity that top heroes like the Soldier Master will not be able to be used in the future.

"The risk is too high." Wang Hassan shook his head slightly, feeling a little regretful.

Compared with the convenience provided by the soldier leader, the consequences of his losing control are much more serious.

It's not that he doesn't want to believe him, in fact this time he has a very good impression of the young man, but even if he wants to invite him, he may not be willing to meet Tiamat, which is also very dangerous for him.

However, the mountain man quickly thought of something and his eyes flickered.

Maybe, we can take a roundabout way?

………

No matter how shocked the melon-eating crowds on both sides were, Renn's violent ax did bring about the finale.

Everyone in the Holy City was still immersed in the destructive power of the anti-realm and anti-star treasure "Great Axe", which destroyed the world and destroyed the earth. Arturia was the first to come back to her senses.

"it's over."

She slowly exhaled and took a few steps forward. Her pair of holy blue eyes looked at the agitated Age Guiwen, Gawain and others, and said, "Put down your weapons, there is no need to continue fighting.

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"You said you just let it go? I..."

The naughty kid Xiao Mo reacted and glared at her fiercely.

She was about to say a few harsh words, but Si Dai's familiar face and clear and cheerful temperament made her hesitate...

This is the father-king, so surrendering is not impossible... No, this is the false king!

"Yes, you win this time."

A rebellious sneer appeared on Xiao Mo's face, "But don't expect us to surrender. Even if we die, I will bite you hard..."

"Stop talking nonsense, daddy loves you." The expression on Dai Mao Wang's face remained unchanged, and he glanced at her lightly.

Xiao Mo: "..."

「▼ dishes▼」

This...this is wrong, why would my father say such things?

Care for her?

Hahahaha... I'm so happy, it's great... Ahem!

Something's wrong, why does this sound a bit sarcastic?

Xiao Mo's guard was broken by the words "Daddy loves you", and his fair little face turned a little red.

She barely stabilized her mind and glared fiercely at King Arthur of the parallel world: "Humph, you are not my father, who cares about you..."

Before she finished speaking, she seemed to be a little angry. She picked up the cheating sword with red thunder in her hand and wanted to kill her relatives righteously.

As soon as she took a step, Agguiwen held her shoulder down with a hand.

"Um?"

"It's over." Age Guiwen's face was gloomy, staring at Xiao Mo with a pair of indifferent eyes, "Put down your weapon, there is no need to continue fighting."

"What did you say?!"

Xiao Mo was very angry, gritted his silver teeth and cursed, "You coward, so what if you lose, isn't it just death? I never know what surrender is..."

Dang~

The sword blade hit the stone, sparks shot out, and the clear sound startled Xiao Mo. She glanced back and found that Gawain had thrown away the Holy Sword of the Sun in his hand.

"you……"

"It's meaningless, Lord Mordred."

Gawain's silver armor was stained with blood. He exhaled and sat on a relatively flat piece of gravel.

Sun Knight couldn't hide the look of exhaustion on his face. He glanced at Artoria, Leonardo da Vinci, Hato Tota and other coalition heroes. His voice was a little low, but it spread throughout the audience.

"Knights, throw away your weapons. The war is over."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The inner and outer cities of the Holy City were reduced to ruins, and the goddess Lungominiad was dying, even if she was not dead, and lost her fighting power.

The goddess's fire survival plan has completely failed, and any further fight will only make the knights bleed in vain.

There is no way to save the situation, no matter how many enemies you kill in the Holy City, it will be meaningless.

After Siegfried heard Gawain's words, he threw aside the cold Sword of Dusk in his hand, and sat down on the ground without caring about his heroic image.

It doesn't matter, he already got the answer.

"It's so sad."

Tristan hesitated for a moment, threw away the demon string, glanced at Artoria, and leaned against a half-collapsed wall.

His breath suddenly became sluggish, and he gasped softly, holding his bloody stomach that had been pierced by the laser shot of the soldier.

In fact, except for Siegfried, who is in a better state, all the Knights of the Round Table are at the end of their game. I am afraid that together they are not enough to defeat another King Arthur.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Seeing that several Knights of the Round Table had chosen to give up, the remaining guerrilla knights, who numbered less than a thousand, all lost their weapons.

They all sat on the ground, with different expressions, some looked unwilling, some looked resentful, some felt relieved, and some had luck in their eyes...

The only thing that was the same was that they were all tired, and some simply fell asleep leaning against the wall.

"Damn it, damn it! Damn it!"

Xiao Mo yelled angrily, but there was nothing she could do no matter how unwilling she was.

Seeing that the situation was over, she violently swung the magic sword, and the sharp blade plunged into the broken wall next to her.

She looked at the soldiers and heroic spirits of the coalition forces and snorted coldly:

"Be proud of yourself, bastards, you won!"
To be continued...