Chapter 434

Rather than being unforgettable, it should be called a fleeting memory.

From that moment on, Charlemagne knew that true handsomeness wasn't something that could be deliberately displayed, but rather something that came naturally from one's natural demeanor. Therefore, the hero, who always wanted to maintain the same handsomeness as his Brother-in-Law -law, frankly extended his hand.

Brother-in-Law -law, how about it? Aren't I pretty handsome?

The instant sense of relief I felt when my Brother-in-Law uttered those words, which he had left me with for a hundred years.

I'll never forget it, no matter what.

In a sense, this is a gift that is more powerful and vivid than any tangible gift, a gift that I once thought I could never receive again.

Charlemagne's expression was one of great joy and nostalgia, almost making one forget that a deadly battle was raging.

"Draw your sword, grip your spear, nock your arrow, and shout! My ever-changing sword is here! Twelve Paladins, Full Power!"

Therefore, the illusory Holy Sword Joyeuse, was quickly replaced by the true Holy Sword.

Under the overwhelming power of the Father of Europe, the Joyeuse increased to thirteen. Although this was far less than the number of swords formed from the Purgatory Flame of Richard, their brilliance was still sufficient.

Of course, even a weakened Excalibur wouldn't shatter so easily, nor would Mordred's Demonic Sword Cannon.

At Full Power Joyeuse is the strongest hero in Greece, capable of the ultimate thirteen strikes that even an infinite Saber cannot achieve. However, this is only within the limits of a normal Spirit Origin. If Charlemagne were to arrive with Alien Star Key, he should be able to maintain the situation.

However, amidst the surging collision of Od, a tangible lyre rang out from Tristan, and sharp blades, as if following the torrent of wind and Od, rapidly swept along Charlemagne's body, which was surrounded by the thirteen Holy Sword.

Amidst the raging storm created by the clash of Noble Phantasm, Lancelot deftly traversed the raging winds, his immense Od overflowing from his sword, which glowed with Cyan light like a lake, thus shattering yet another Holy Sword.

"Percival, my sword..."

Gareth, who should have launched an attack alongside the two Knights of the Round Table, looked at the dull, lifeless crimson shard in his hand with some confusion.

She was born Class Saber, wielding the same sword that the Red Knight Ironside had wielded in the battle to rescue Lynnes, which was defeated by Gareth. It is said that its origin is uncontrollable Chaos, a symbol of fire, and some even believe that it is related to the Rome god Robigus.

"Me too."

Percival shook his head slightly, "... Even the Holy Lance has lost its brilliance."

The true Holy Grail was destined to ascend to heaven with Galahad, but the Holy Lance Longinus was destined to remain on earth.

In the Nasuverse, the one who brought back this Holy Lance was Percival, so it's not an exaggeration to say that he was Lucius's successor.

Then Percival saw it— Charlemagne, who stood stubbornly despite the numerous attacks.

Regardless, the two sides were vastly different in strength, and Hassans were unable to get close to us.

So how was Charlemagne able to maintain the Mobile Holy City while doing this? It's probably because of some reason that the original specifications were amplified, but I didn't expect him to display such powerful abilities. Perhaps if only two of us came, we wouldn't have been able to take it down.

But how long can Charlemagne maintain this position?

Less than a minute.

That's what Percival thought.

In this state of consuming a large amount of Od, even if the Od itself can be sustained, Charlemagne's Spirit Core will not be able to hold on, because he is also sharing the burden of defending this Mountain Valley.

However, Percival instinctively picked up the Spear of Longinus, keeping a close eye on Charlemagne as he did so.

For some reason, he saw a figure he had never seen before, but was known to Lucius, the previous owner of the Holy Lance, a man who had once captivated Lucius and was willing to walk alongside him toward their ideals.

"Longinus..."

Percival noticed that the Longinus in his hand had changed again.

As the heir to the Holy Lance, he clearly detected the anomaly this time.

The previously vanished Holy Lance, Longinus, began to shine again, but the anomaly remained.

This was the first time Percival had felt, heard, and seen Longinus's 'voice'.

"Go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Lance surged forth, transcending the realm he could comprehend and the brilliance he had inherited, heading straight for Charlemagne —colors, sounds, smells, Od, as if devouring everything.

"Wait! Carl, you!"

For the first time, a palpable Wrath appeared on Richard's beast-like, jet-black Lion.

In that instant, locked within the Mountain Valley amidst the clash of numerous Noble Phantasm, the Spear of Longinus ignored everything and plunged straight into Charlemagne's side, then erected a Pillar of Light.

Was that the light emanating from the Spear of Longinus that came to Charlemagne's side?

No, the light was coming from his other side.

For a while, light kept pouring out around Charlemagne, Richard, who was very close by, became unable to move under the light.

Was the tremor within his body, his mind, and his Od an excitement born of this divine strength, or a tremor of fear at what was before him?

"This, this is..."

In the blink of an eye, Richard could no longer sense the Purgatory Flame.

No, it was the Purgatory Flame that should have been under her control that was instead directed at him.

Just like when he was alive, he prayed to God for forgiveness at his last moment, and after death he fell into Purgatory until the Planet was destroyed before emerging from the Purgatory Flame.

"What a remarkable quality, Percival."

The sound emanated from the light.

This is the truth, because in Indian Mythology, disturbing the communication Aspected God of communication has very serious consequences. One could easily anger the Aspected God, since the communication can last for hundreds or even thousands of years. So, for Kavia, who was with Kama in the Spirit Mausoleum, this was pretty much the case.

Kama sacrificed his Grand in exchange for the rebirth of the myth of his son-in-law and 'daughter' Parvati.

That was not long after Kama adopted the reincarnated Kavia. At that time, Parvati and Shiva had sworn never to see each other again before Kavia returned due to the Daksha Fire Sacrifice. The gods entrusted Kama to arrange for the two to meet and have a child.

This was because at that time there was a blessed Asuras King Doro who could only be defeated by Shiva's children, Vishnu had been locked in a stalemate with him for tens of thousands of years.

In short, the final result was naturally achieved smoothly, but there was a little side story: Shiva and Parvati communicated for over a hundred years before it was resolved.

Indeed, what Kama gave up his Grand in exchange for was to start anew in this mythological episode.

It's a pity that it was called out by the noble-minded Percival after only five days; it's truly lamentable.

"If I hadn't come myself, even if Lucius had come, he probably wouldn't have been able to retrieve Longinus, which you've already inherited."

This voice is the voice that, in the past, planted seeds of courage, hope, and faith in people around the world.

Thousands of years later, Church members believed that even their actual existence was uncertain, and that they were objects of great deeds, much like Deity themselves.

"... You are the very source from which my Purgatory Flame, burned by the gods, ceased its advance..."

Faced with Richard's strange Richard, the man answered confidently.

"Purgatory... They can only go so far before me, Richard the Lionheart. You should understand what I mean, right? Let me tell you a quote from the Bible— "

There shall be no other gods before me.

The man's gently swaying silver hair, illuminated by the morning light that spilled across the earth, seemed to burst forth with a light like a golden torch for an instant.

The sense of security that comes from being able to confide in the person in front of you about anything you feel powerless to do fills everyone's hearts.

"Although I know the reason for your strange behavior, Charlemagne still accepts your 'care'."

Furthermore, the Holy Lance Longinus, which had just been removed from Percival's hands, was enveloped by a green wind powerful enough to disperse the pollution and turbidity.

That Od not only circulated through Charlemagne, but also flowed through Percival's body.

It was a magnificent and solemn Od, cascading down like a waterfall of light.

The reason I feel this gentleness is less due to the nature of his strength, but rather to his character traits; even in this hostile situation, he still cares about me.

And so, in a tone of disbelief and awe, Percival called upon the man's name that the Spear of Longinus was now whispering.

"The First Pope... Novia the Holy One."

He existed twelve centuries before this Singularity, and was the undisputed pillar of the Roman Empire and the Holy Church.

As the Faith Founder eradicated Heresy religions and brought a new covenant to the continent of Western Europe, a faith that has endured for thousands of years.

In the Mystery, this figure transcends mythology, and even in mythologies elsewhere that differ from the Bible, he is a figure who can completely suppress even divine will.

At the same time, it is impossible to imprint the Memory of the Planet, and even if the world is aware of it, it cannot find any trace of its existence.

Charlemagne's most handsome Brother-in-Law- in-law— Novia.

Chapter 457 Venerable Kama!

Everyone knows this name.

Anyone born in Western Europe after 50 AD would have heard of this name.

Even in the East, before the East and West had fully come into contact, merchants or Drifters would occasionally mention this name. As one of the most prominent figures in the Holy Church, some legends even claimed that he led the Angel to subdue the original ancient Faith such as the Olympus gods, the Norse gods, and other 'False God,' as if the King of Kings had reappeared from the Old Testament.

The differences in the personality of the One God in the New Covenant and the Old Testament are quite significant. The New Covenant God is one who never fights back or retaliates, only resorting to Violence to recruit people into the Church. The Old Testament God, on the other hand, is all about killing, killing, killing—he could be described as madman. In Gnosticism, however, the two are separated.

Of course, it is common for historical figures to be deified and worshipped after their death.

Their fervent Faith in the creation of the second world gradually dissipated only after the Western Rome was destroyed by the King of the Huns in the fifth century. Later, some believed that it was the First Pope's punishment for their unclean Faith, sweeping away the unclean along with the Scourge of God at that time.

"The Holy One who defeated the Great God with his martial skills, a conqueror who destroyed Heresy Faith through war, a purifier who spreads love and compassion throughout the stars..."

Tristan, unusually, opened his eyes. "The First Pope...?"

Gareth now understood why his crimson sword was powerless: it was connected to the Rome god Robigus, and therefore naturally wouldn't work on Charlemagne, who had Novia's help. After all, the Roman Empire had become bound to the Church after the first century.

For some reason, Gareth seemed to remember that his mother was very dissatisfied with Avia, who was regarded as one of her manifestations, and it seemed to be related to the King's Holy Sword.

As for Mordred, who was standing to the side, she seemed hesitant to speak, because she was now recalling memories of the Fa Holy Grail War...

Wait a minute, why is the color of my father in my memory slightly different from how she looks now?

"You... since it's you, why are you here?"

In fact, when Percival's voice reached everyone's ears, the one who reacted the most was Richard the Lionheart, in his black beast form.

This was only natural, since his body was proof that his soul had been punished by the Purgatory Flame Purgatory death. Therefore, Richard truly could not understand why Novia, one of the representatives of the Holy Church and the Pope Novia, would turn his back on 'God' and stand on the opposing side.

Although he understood from a political perspective that this was not unacceptable, God truly existed, and the fact that God had plunged the world into darkness for Treta Yuga was a gift from God. He, who had received such a gift, should not have done such a thing.

No, it is entirely impossible for Lord Novia; as a theory, it is absolutely impossible for him to be the Holy Spirit as described in the Bible.

But the 'Lord' in Jerusalem couldn't possibly be wrong, so who is truly at fault?

It could be me? It's certainly possible... But so what? There's absolutely nothing to be afraid of!

In a daze, Richard recalled the man he had met during the Crusades, a man he had never forgotten, even after years in Purgatory.

If Richard's admiration for King Arthur was heartfelt and his reverence for God was complete, then his Richard the man who was so pure as to be a reincarnation of King Arthur, as he understood him, were driven by the Abhimanyu idea of "taking Jerusalem right before his eyes and letting him know that nothing can escape his grasp."

Richard ultimately failed and had no choice but to agree with the man, Saladin the Devout, to fight again in three years. Saladin died of illness in Damascus the following year, and seven years later Richard died of an infection from an arrow wound on the battlefield.

As Richard lay dying, knowing the enormity of his sins, he prayed to God that after death he would fall into Purgatory and be burned by its Purgatory Flame until the end of Human Order. It's impossible to Richard didn't miss Saladin, but he also understood that compared to himself, who should have been atoning in Purgatory, Saladin should have returned to the Lord's Kingdom of Heaven.

Before Novia could answer, Richard, in his black Lion Form, maintained his standing posture and gave the silver-haired man before him the highest level of salute.

Only the Purgatory Flame can burn away the Evil I have committed.

Richard spoke with a calmness completely different from his beast form, a calmness that was even more pronounced than when he Present World the Class as a Saber.

To wage war against you is the worst of all my sins.

But within him surged an overwhelming emotion that he could not suppress.

Overwhelming joy.

If Richard had thought Charlemagne had turned away from God's teachings, he now clearly believed that Charlemagne was willing to atone with his own body.

The days of strolling in the sunshine are a distant memory for him now.

If Richard had relaxed even slightly at this moment, he might have shed tears of joy.

"At this moment, I am merely a shadow existing in this world, so I don't know what I'm really like... My soul will surely suffer endless torment in a blazing Purgatory until the day humanity faces its end."

For him personally, no matter how powerful, terrifying, or unimaginable the enemy may be, even if it leads to his own annihilation, he would never be afraid.

Whether it was expressing resentment to God, crossing the boundaries of reason at the time by prioritizing his own thoughts, or deciding the life and death of thousands of prisoners in the torrent of history, it all mattered.

Not regretting the past, praying to God for forgiveness at the last moment, and then living in an endless Purgatory, suffering the burning after Purgatory.

The same applies to things like fighting with one's own father and killing unarmed, innocent civilians.

Even lovers are no exception.

"The real me shouldn't be in such an exciting place, but rather suffering in the Purgatory Flame. That's what I confessed in my previous life..."

Novia shook her head slightly in resignation at Richard the Lionheart's murmurs.