It is like 12 golden phantoms that span the time, or like a knight waiting for orders to go on the battle at any time.

"The round table vote...begins!"

The saint pulled out the sharp sword in his hand and pointed it in the air.

Artoria, holding the holy sword, opened her eyes, and a golden light filled her pupils. She looked at the bound evil spirit in the sky.

She shouted the oath of self-bound on the blade like the king of knights who led the charge:

"This is a battle to save the world!"

"license!"

The ruling responds.

The light of the Holy Sword suddenly burst out, just like a new force blessed on Artoria's heroic body. Her long golden hair flew in the light, setting off this scene like an illusion.

"This fights for survival!"

The golden figure on the front of Artoria, the 12 Knights Heroes Kai, spoke in a heavy voice to the second oath to be lifted.

"license!"

Joan of Arc responded again.

Kai's figure stepped forward and turned into golden flames filled the sword of victory. The entangled beam of light was like a torch lit in the dark, and at this moment it roared into the sky, like a beam of light that penetrated the sky.

The second seal was also lifted.

"This is a fight for someone who is stronger than yourself!"

Bedville, the 12th spirit, then read the third oath.

"license!"

"Clang"

After the ruling's response, as more golden halos gathered, the ground in this mountain area began to vibrate violently in the halo gushing, and the magic power on Artoria's body was almost at this moment!

“This is a one-on-one battle!”

The heroic knight Balemdy roared.

"license!"

In the voice of the ruling, the tall knight took a step forward.

He opened his arms and turned into golden hot Mars, blending into the beam of light that soared into the sky. Along the crimson sky, a golden halo vortex quickly took shape.

"This battle must not diverge against humanity!"

The fourth horseman Gahris looked at his former king with loyal eyes, and he recited his oath like a light breeze.

"license!"

The Saint's sword blade slid, and the Fourth Horseman laughed and turned into a wind to protect justice, tangling around the sword-holding hero.

The evil spirit in the eastern sky screamed in horror. It desperately broke free from Dum's shackles and stabbed a chaotic light to Artoria who was constantly untiing her restraints.

But the purple light was shattered in the air by flying scarlet spears.

Although Skaha had some conflicts with Artoria, she did not allow the evil spirit to destroy the ritual.

"This is a fight to pursue the truth!"

The Heroic Knight Agqiuwen made a vow in a stereotyped and stubborn voice, and he looked at the world with a scrutiny.

"license!"

Joan of Arc's response came, Agguwen nodded and dissipated in the air. The sword in the swordsman's heroic spirit's hand suddenly became lighter, making the cold light emitted by the sharp blade and the golden light around him shine.

That substantial pressure made the entire Western Continent feel solemn.

"This battle must not be enemies with the elves!"

The heroic knight Lancelot looked at Artoria with a gentle look, his tone as gentle as a lover.

"license!"

His oath was also responded, so the hero also opened his arms and turned into a pulsating sword shadow, blessed on the blade of the raised sword of the Sword of Victory.

After this heavy seal was lifted, the body of the swordsman hero spirit became no longer stable under the pressure of heavy power.

And her strength also officially broke through to the Heavenly Father at this moment.

"What are you doing!"

In the hall on the border of Hell, the Spirit of Weishan Emperor continued to maintain the stability of the world in a hurry. The irritable flame spirit of Ao Shutu screamed at Merlin:

"Why must such a monster come in! The world tunnel cannot be maintained!"

"Stand by, ma'am."

Merlin said in a gentle voice:

"It's just halfway through, and it's not over yet."

Yes, it's not over yet.

The round table vote continues.

The evil spirit's doomsday is coming soon!

"This battle must fight against evil!"

Modred, the knight who has the most detailed figure among the 12 knights and the most complicated relationship with Artoria, held her arms and curled her lips with dissatisfaction. She seemed very reluctant to participate in the ceremony.

She is a real naughty child and doesn't want to help her nominal father.

But rules are rules.

"license!"

Joan of Arc smiled and she made the decision.

Mordred hit Artoria head-on in a running position. As her smirks voice disappeared, the swordsman hero was knocked to take a step back, but the sword-holding posture did not change at all.

"boom"

The golden stream of light filled the swordsman's body, causing every long hair to ignite a spot of light like a flame.

"Don't fight for selfish desires!"

Galahad, the heroic knight, sang a loud oath like a poet, and sent his blessings to the more dazzling king.

"license!"

Joan of Arc's response also became more sonorous.

"Bang"

When the eighth seal was lifted, the halo of the holy sword had begun to cut off the stability of the world. In the sky, more and more black cracks splashed out, representing that the body of the world was also affected.

"Hurry up!"

From Merlin, the faint sound of the cue sounded in Hermione's ears.

The witch turned her head and nodded to the remaining four heroic knights, so the next moment, the last four seal oaths rang out at the same time.

"This battle must be a battle of honor!"

"This battle must be fought with the brave!"

"This battle will not be an enemy of good people!"

After three sonorous oaths, there is a silent nasal sound.

That was the Sun Knight Gowen, who unconditionally obeyed, supported and supported any resolutions of King Arthur.

"license!"

The blade in the ruling's hand slid downwards, tapping on the shoulders of the swordsman who had completely turned into golden streams, indicating that the 13th seal was completely lifted.

The Sword of Vow to Victory was finally released to its full state.

At this time, the golden sword light burning on the sword made the Raven Lord feel the domineering and chilling that was coming to his face. Artoria's heroic body, holding the sword, had been completely damaged, and she could only slash out one sword.

But this sword...

"The vote is completed and the ruling is over."

Joan of Arc looked at the burning golden figure in front of him. After completing the completed voting ceremony, her spiritual foundation had completely dried up. In the wind like a phantom, she whispered:

"Draw the sword, your majesty."

"Destroy here, hope here..."

Against the golden flames, Artoria, holding the holy sword, stepped forward, and cut down the holy sword that entered the sky in her hand.

Almost wanted to break the world.

"Holy Sword..."
Chapter completed!