Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Answer me..."

"My great deeds are all for the eternity of humanity. Why do you rebel against me? Chosen by the planet, Mash Kyrielight—"

"You should understand that this is merely the price of going from finite to eternal, nothing more. Knight of the Shield, if you intend to protect life, it is a mistake to be my enemy."

The Lion King's power swelled once more.

She raised her eyes slightly.

Then he raised his hand again.

This time, it wasn't a casual lash of sanctions.

"It's almost time."

The Lion King seemed to have lost patience with the conversation.

"Round table, liberation."

"Let me show you the power that I, as a god, cannot resist... and the reality of this world."

As the words fell, the Lion King's hand revealed a continuous stream of light that converged wildly like tree branches, spiraling and intertwining, gradually condensing into a spiral-shaped storm spear.

Immediately afterwards...

The world has changed color.

A violent storm appeared before the throne.

"This is..."

Dr. Roman's voice trembled.

When the Sheba Near Future Observation Mirror was observing this terrifying energy, it exploded like never before, scattering sparks and lightning.

The Lion King stood there quietly.

The Holy Lance was constantly accompanied by a storm, and at this moment, it seemed that the whole world was in the opponent's hands.

"The surface of the world has been peeled away! This is... Oh no, Sheba can't keep observing, damn it! What do you think, Mash, Mordred! This is already beyond the realm of authority!"

Mashu's eyes were bloodshot.

She seems to want to use the power of the Dead Apostles to fight against the gods. Although as a member of Fujimaru Ritsuka's family, her power is of the same origin as that of a god, the difference in power is still there.

The power of a divine realm that surpasses all omnipotence.

It is virtually impossible to defeat Rungomminiad, a god, in the Holy Lance [World].

"Well..."

"We must fight..."

"For the sake of that king, I cannot fall here..."

Bedwell's wife, along with four others, was unable to control her body; the scorching torrent made it impossible for her to move an inch.

However, with Mash and Mordred standing in front of him, Bedivere felt he couldn't continue to be so weak.

""

"If only I could reach that place, if only I could reach the Queen... and exchange this sword with her..."

It is unknown whether this can atone for the sins.

But this is the final outcome, and there is absolutely no room for further hesitation or doubt.

Bedivere committed a sin.

A sin that can never be forgiven.

That's why he kept drifting, drifting... even drifting to a flower world that no one knew or reached.

"Now is the time for me to atone for my sins... If I can return the sword to King Arthur, then I will be able to—"

boom!

A pure, scorching light crashed down from the sky.

This is not simply a beacon of sanctions.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor..."

"It is the anchor of the storm that tears the sky and connects the earth, the light that shines at the end—Rongomminiad."

The holy lance that liberates the gods.

coming soon.

Because he is Rungominiad himself, the Lion King has no constraints on the gun in his hand.

In other words, when they make a move, they go all out.

Mash charged forward into the storm, her shield slamming into the energy torrent unleashed by the Holy Lance.

Mordred held her breath.

The full power of the Holy Lance is far more terrifying than the gentle poke his father made in his lifetime could have withstood.

Bedwell gripped his right arm, unable to move an inch.

Mashu, who was at the forefront, finally realized just how terrifying the divine punishment her predecessor had faced was...

The senior colleague said to hold on for these few minutes.

But... those few minutes were incredibly agonizing.

"Everyone, please don't give up. As agreed... I, Nitocris, Pharaoh of the Sixth Dynasty of the Old Kingdom of Egypt, have come to lend my support!"

Holding a bird-headed staff, draped in golden armor, her long purple hair was dyed with gilded color.

The adorable queen with dark skin, Nitocris, suddenly appeared behind the group.

“Miss Nitocris!” Mash’s eyes widened.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Mordred looked up and asked incredulously.

"Of course! As your allies, how can we not step in and save the day in a spectacular fashion! We will stand with you until that Master returns!"

Nitocris tapped the ground lightly with her bird-headed staff.

Black ripples slowly spread out beneath everyone's feet.

The mission was to help everyone hold the line, but how long Nitocris could hold out was anyone's guess.

"Horus of the horizon...buried in an uncursed lair, secretly slumbering beneath the pyramids..."

"My dark mirror will become a door, drawing terror to this place!"

"The Netherworld Mirror Manual!"

Nitocris's voice was resolute.

Without the slightest hesitation, she activated her Noble Phantasm.

"Miss Nitocris's Noble Phantasm... but even your Noble Phantasm is no match for the Lion King's Holy Lance..."

Mashu didn't finish her sentence.

However, the fact that the newly risen mirror cracked proves that even Nitocris could not withstand this attack.

"I know."

Nitocris nodded.

"However, I am not the only one who has come here... Even I cannot move in the void, but there is one exception."

Nitocris pointed to the sky.

“The great Pharaoh Osmandiaz, and the complex temple that embodies a great deal of divinity, possess such power.”

Everyone looked up.

The enormous pyramid soared into the sky, fixed in the firmament like the sun, its golden divinity radiating light like the sun itself.

"Kuhahahahahahahahahahahahaha—!"

"Look up at the sky, Lion King!"

"Even at the ends of the earth, the sun's radiance is eternal and inextinguishable. Your childish preservation of humanity is nothing but a joke before the sun!"

Osman Diaz, clad in golden armor and holding a scepter, sat atop the great temple.

"Dandra Giant Electric Ball, activate!"

"How long until the main gun fires..."

"3...2...1..."

The voice broadcast from the Great Temple was that of Nefertaria, Ramses' wife and also his close friend.

"call..."

Ramses looked at the ground through the camera in the Great Temple.

"The Lion King's power... even if I could burn this spiritual foundation, it would only last for a moment? That's such a pity..."

"If only there were more divinity, but let's output as much as possible from this spiritual origin."

The Sun King clenched his fist tightly.

A powerful, robust voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Almighty God, witness to my great deeds!"

"Amon Ra, the light bulb, open your eyes!"

"MerryAmmom! [Ammom's Love]!"

A blazing blue light flashed, charging within the spinning electric sphere, then transformed into a terrifying beam of light that blotted out the sky and blasted towards the Lion King.

boom--!

The divine punishment did indeed strike the opponent.

but...

The Lion King was surrounded by pillars of light from the edge of the world.

It acted like a solid barrier, blocking the great divine punishment of the God-King.

Although Ramses possessed the divinity of the sun god Ra,... on the other hand, if Ramses could have manifested in a stronger form...

Or rather, if Nitocris were to appear in an even stronger form, she might not be no match for the Lion King.

Unless something... can unleash a power strong enough to destroy the Lion King in an instant.

“That foreign Master… if you don’t show up soon, I’ll have to save the world in your place.”

Ramses was about to make a decision.

"But... no matter what, I want to see again the brilliance of the holy sword that once defeated me."

That's a real shame.

But never mind, since the foreign master isn't showing up, then Ramses, as the God-King, naturally has no choice but to take responsibility!

"Lion King, bear witness with your own eyes, can your tattered holy lance withstand this immense mass—?"

Just as Ramses was about to smash down the great temple.

Beside the Shield Knight, the wounded and dying silver knight was running towards the Lion King with all his might.

"That guy...is he insane? The Lion King's divine power would instantly vaporize that tattered spirit core...No, that's not a spirit core, could it be—"

Ramses' eyes widened; even he couldn't help but feel a sense of shock.

As a god-king, he had seen many brave heroes.

However, this was the first time I had ever seen such a mangled body.

It refers not to the physical body, but to the soul.

"Life signs and magic circuits... that guy was actually human?"

"And that arm, indeed... my feeling was right, that is..."