Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Clang, clang..."

The sound of a monk's staff echoed inside the hall.

Lancelot and Agguwen looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.

The young female monk in white robes suddenly raised her hand and caught a falling scorched leaf.

“Caster…”

Agguiwen was slightly taken aback.

"Why are you here?"

Not only Agravivan, but even Lancelot was taken aback.

"Why... Goku said a long time ago that I'm a busybody, a mortal fool. But maybe that's just who I am?"

Sanzang herself said this, her voice seemingly carrying a touch of clear gentleness.

"People are always bound by heavy shackles, whether it be suffering, despair, pain, or obsession... Everything is impermanent, countries will be destroyed, cities will collapse, but people want to survive... but the flame of this desire will not be extinguished."

"The fact that you can be here again and share your thoughts with each other... even if you can't reconcile in the end, the fact that you are standing here at this moment is a miracle that has never happened in any era."

“Caster…”

Lancelot took two steps back.

He discovered that the monk himself was radiating a blazing Buddhist light.

"so,"

"I wouldn't say something like 'lay down the butcher's knife and instantly become a Buddha'..."

"However, your attachments are too deep, and you really need the Dharma to guide you."

"Wait...wait—Caster, Xuanzang Sanzang!"

Lancelot looked at the lotus figure that appeared behind Sanzang and its terrifying, unmatched power, and immediately took two steps back.

"I'm on your side, I'm with friendly forces..."

"This has nothing to do with whether the two sides are friendly or not."

"However, your overheated minds do need a good slap to clear them. Rest assured... this slap I'm betting my spiritual foundation on is a slap that will lead to future merit and Buddhahood."

Sanzang curled his right thumb into his palm and brought his four fingers together.

"Five Elements Mountain..."

The whole world seemed to be bathed in golden Buddhist light.

"Shakyamuni Buddha's palm".

"For those who are lost and filled with regret and obsession..."

"It is too painful to kill each other."

"Therefore, let this humble monk bestow upon you the Buddha's compassion."

"As a Heroic Spirit... I should no longer cause trouble for those who want to live."

The lotus petals unfolded, revealing Lancelot and Agravain... two Knights of the Round Table, both severely wounded and nearly destroyed, perhaps not having truly let go of their hatred and animosity towards each other. The fate of the Round Table was long gone...

But at least for now.

They at least understood each other's thoughts.

"Seriously... what are we doing?!"

Lancelot leaned against the wall as if giving up, and gave a wry smile.

"Probably... just being willful and foolish."

Agrave lowered his eyes: "To do something so willful... the reputation of the Iron Knights is weeping."

Their spiritual foundations slowly dissipated under the Buddhist light emanating from the lotus phantom.

Sanzang was also somewhat embarrassed.

"They said they wanted to witness the end of their relationship, but they went too far, so I couldn't help but choose to convert them... It seems my cultivation is still far from sufficient."

However, to free the spirits of the deceased from their obsessions and to ensure the continued prosperity of the living world—that is probably... the work of monks.

However, to convert two people of that level... one must rely on the attainment of Buddhahood.

"Fortunately, that child isn't here right now, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to bring myself to burn this spirit core for salvation..."

"However, I'll leave the rest to you."

The voice of the monk Sanzang blended into the wind.

The attainment of Buddhahood is a power that the spiritual foundation of a follower cannot bear.

However, Sanzangqin wanted to do something no matter what.

So, it was used anyway.

Chapter 218 The Sixth Singularity: The Final Battle of the Sixth Singularity (Part 1): Give Up, Lion King, the field is full of Artoria!

"We've arrived! The Lion King's throne is just ahead!"

Mashu was the first to be affected.

On the left and right are Bedivere and Mordred.

"Is it finally time to kill Father?! No... I should say Lion King."

Mordred was a little excited.

but...

This is probably fate.

Mordred felt that he too had his own destiny in facing Rungominiad.

At the very top of the holy city.

The Sixth Singularity: The Final Battle.

The Lion King and Goddess Rungominiad.

The Holy King sat on his throne, his gaze coldly fixed on the approaching crowd.

"The Lion King..."

The moment Mordred saw that person, she bristled like a stressed lion cub.

"Who are you people... and why are you opposing me?"

The Lion King's words were devoid of emotion; she was like a simple machine, her brilliance as dazzling as a star, yet her demeanor as cold as ice.

"I am the Lion King."

"The King of Storms, and also... the Lord of the End."

"The magnificent Holy Lance, goddess Rungominiad."

The Lion King's voice alone is enough to make people feel unable to move an inch, and even involuntarily retreat.

It's as if it were the [Geass] unique to Celtic gods.

"That is... the King, King Arthur, wielding the Holy Lance..."

Bedivere's voice trembled: "I was prepared... but seeing it with my own eyes still—"

"Do not."

Mordred, perhaps because she had once been killed by the Holy Lance,

The other party was clearly under unprecedented pressure, but Xiao Mo was not afraid at all.

She shook her head: "That's no longer King Arthur, but a completely different kind of being."

[Click]

Clarent made a clanging sound.

"Now, the only option is to fight to the death."

Mordred laughed heartily:

"I am a rebellious knight, what reason do I have to rebel against King Arthur?"

"No reason? Then bear my divine punishment."

The Lion King raised his hand, and a beam of light, powerful enough to instantly kill a top-tier Servant, transformed into a beam that pierced the air.

Her gaze never lingered on Mordred, as if she were looking at an insignificant object.

"Let it boil..."

Mordred remained unmoved.

"Wrath of the Stars..."

“My wish, my desire... and the kind of father I want to see is absolutely not... absolutely not this inhuman machine.”

“Clarent…”

"I'm betting everything on this sword—"

"This sword is the evil sword that destroyed my father, the sin that destroyed the Round Table of ideals..."

Mordred abruptly raised his blazing sword above his head.

Her armor shattered continuously under the breath of stars, and all that remained on her body was a dark red, lightning-like magical light!

“Clarent BloodArthur!”

As Mordred shouted out the true name of the Noble Phantasm that destroyed ideals.

A dark red demonic light suddenly erupted, like a stream of magma shooting straight into the sky!

"Rebel, rebellious knight."

"I will not pursue your crimes."

"May you, like your fate, turn into stardust and the end of your ideals."

The Lion King's stern light tore through the air.

The golden beam of light, imbued with divine pressure, hurtled straight at Mordred.

"Ughh ...

click!

Click...

Mordred, like her star still struggling in the blazing light of retribution, unleashed her full power.

The ground beneath their feet shattered, and they could no longer even grip their greatsword...

At this moment, Mordred felt utterly powerless in the face of this chasm-like gap.

"Modredsan!"

Mash gripped her shield tightly, swung the cross shield and charged forward, blocking Mordred's path, her eyes fixed on the Lion King with unwavering resolve.

"Leave the defense to me."

"Ah, thanks, Mashu."

Mordred bled from the intense pressure and impact of the powerful magic.

At this moment, all that remained on her body was a thin, red soft armor.

"The Knight of the Shield..."

The Lion King saw Mash's figure:

"Human reason has been burned away, and human history has returned to nothingness... I shut down the world in order to preserve humanity."

"I want to preserve humanity, and I will protect it no matter what it takes."

"Therefore I have decided to bestow eternity upon mankind, to select pure and good souls, to fix these souls in place, and to make them into records."

"From now on, no matter how long it takes, they will remain as invaluable treasures, kept in my gun."