Lancer Artoria

Bedivere turned around, but froze.

"..."

The one who grabbed him was none other than Gawain.

Gawain remained silent at this moment.

"If you return the Holy Sword, you will die now."

"Although I hate you and am jealous of you, as the King's last knight, please witness the King's final battle!"

Bedivere was taken aback.

"The King's Last..."

"Bedivere, my last knight, please allow me... to offer you my final blessing." Saber looked at Bedivere with a faint smile.

"King..."

Bedivere stared blankly at Saber.

This smile has sustained him for 1500 years.

"At the last moment, please let me lead you into that innocent world."

As soon as she finished speaking, a blue light shone around Saber.

"Avalon!"

Countless blue particles flew out from Saber's body.

The blue protective shield began to expand infinitely, completely covering Mash's Camelot.

"What, what is this?"

With the pressure gone, Mash stared in astonishment at the blue light shield that had easily blocked the Holy Lance.

"This, could it be!"

Seeing the light shield that easily blocked his holy spear, the Lion King seemed to realize something, and his expression suddenly changed.

Bang!

The Holy Lance vanished in mid-air, turning into specks of light.

The Lion King, wielding the Holy Lance, stared blankly at Saber, who held the Excalibur and was protected by a blue aura.

"Could it be that you found it?"

Saber didn't answer, but instead whispered to Bedivere beside her, "Lord Bedivere, go, carry out my final command!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The other Knights of the Round Table turned their heads away.

This is a journey with no redemption.

Even so, with the support of the Holy Sword, the knight Bedivere still chose to embark on a 1500-year-long, aimless search.

This is no ordinary perseverance; he proved himself through his actions.

"Bedivere? Why, why don't I remember that name?" The Lion King rubbed his forehead.

It feels familiar, yet strange.

She searched her memory, but no matter what she did, she couldn't recall this person.

Looking at the troubled Lion King, Bedivere's face showed self-reproach. "Maybe so, but seeing this might make things clearer for you."

Beckham walked over slowly.

"Don't come any closer!"

With one hand covering his forehead and the other holding the Holy Lance, he thrust it heavily at Bedivere!

The Holy Lance burst forth as a beam of light.

"Bang!"

A flash of dark light appeared, and a figure appeared in front of him, blocking the attack for him.

"Lord Lancelot." Bedivere stared blankly at the purple figure before him.

Mash: "Father..."

"Go quickly!"

Lancelot shouted.

"The king will die, and I will bear some responsibility for that. Let me pave the way for you!"

Bedivere understood the opportunity created by Lancelot.

He suddenly rushed out.

"Sir Bedivere!"

A soft shout came from behind.

Saber drew the sword from its sheath and shot it directly into Bedivere's body.

This caused Bedivere's right hand to resonate directly, turning it golden.

But this scene left everyone else completely bewildered.

Who would have thought that Arthur valued Bedivere so much that he would give him the recovered scabbard?!

"!"

Seeing that Saber had given the scabbard to Bedivere, the Lion King's pupils contracted, and the Holy Lance shot out in a lightning-like arc.

"Get out of my way!"

With a furious roar, the crimson knight descended, his head armored and wielding the king's sword to block the attack.

Mordred!

Xiao Bei was startled, and then looked at the several figures rushing out from behind him, completely at a loss for words.

"Gawain, Gareth, Pasivali..."

All the Knights of the Round Table rushed out together to help Bedivere block all the attacks and clear a path.

"Thank you, everyone!"

Bedivere's expression was resolute, and golden light extended from his arms as he arrived in front of the Lion King.

"Swit agateram!" (Grip his sword tightly, Silver Arm)

As Bedivere finished speaking, the golden light intensified.

He gripped his arm tightly and swung it down hard at the holy spear.

"Bang!"

A golden light flashed, as if defining the horizon.

The Holy Lance was cleaved away and fell to the ground. The Lion King stared blankly at the Violet Silver Knight in front of him.

"Who are you... and why are you going to such lengths?"

Bedivere looked at the Lion King in front of him and smiled.

"In that forest, I hesitated for your life. If I return the Holy Sword to the lake, you will truly die."

"Because of the fear that such a thing would happen, he was unable to return the Holy Sword even on the third occasion."

With that, Bedivere knelt down on one knee.

The originally golden arm also transformed into a golden holy sword.

"When I returned to the forest, the king had already disappeared, and that's when I found out."

"Because the Holy Sword was not returned, the King could not even die."

"The king took up the holy spear he had left with him and became the king of the dead, wandering the world."

"On behalf of the Knights of the Round Table, I thank you for bearing the burden of that dark age alone. You alone were unaware of the glory of the Round Table."

"Valiant King of Knights. The one who saved Britain, you are our shining star..."

Looking at the holy sword handed to him, the Lion King slowly reached out and picked it up.

In an instant, a flood of memories came to mind.

This also includes Bedivere's experiences over the past 1500 years.

Everyone watched intently.

Bedivere, having returned the holy sword, wore a relieved smile.

"..."

After a long while, King Arthur slowly opened his eyes, looked down at Bedivere, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his cold face.

It was a smile that was both helpless and gratified.

"Really? I remember now."

"That forest, that hill, and the face of the knight with swollen eyes who cared for me until the very end."

"To erase that regret, have you endured countless hardships and wandered aimlessly?"

He reached out and gently touched Bedivere's cheek. "Well done, my last and best, loyal knight."

"The Holy Sword has indeed been returned. Stand tall, Bedivere."

"You have indeed fulfilled your king's command."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bedivere lost the Holy Sword, did not die because of Avalon.

With the return of the Holy Sword, the Holy Lance lost its dominant position and began to disappear.

Immediately afterwards, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash's bodies began to glow.

After Romani explained, everyone understood that because of the Grail's retrieval and the Holy Lance's collapse, the Singularity was being repaired at an illogical speed.

They were about to be teleported back.

Chapter 460 Lancer Artoria

With Fujimaru Ritsuka's farewell

Next up are the Knights of the Round Table summoned by the Lion King.

As the Knights of the Round Table, glowing and fading away, disappeared, Saber's eyes were filled with reluctance.

No one is happy when faced with separation.

After such a hard-won reunion, we have to part again.

"Saber, do you remember what you received from the Holy Grail?"

Seeing Saber's reluctance to part, Ling Yuan reminded her.

"The Holy Grail..."

Saber froze, murmured something, and then her pupils regained their light.

"I remember a ball of light flew into Saber's body back then," Iskandar recalled.

"But wouldn't that sever the connection to the Holy Grail?" Waver said.

Since Heroic Spirits are summoned through the Holy Grail, if the Lesser Grail is destroyed, the Heroic Spirit will return to Valhalla.

What is taken from the Holy Grail is like a stagnant substance, allowing the heroic spirit to continue to remain in the mortal world.

Kischur Zelretch: "Perhaps Arthur's is different from ours. Take a closer look at Saber's panel."

Waver opened his Magic Eye, and soon, Waver's Servant panel appeared in his eyes.

Among a series of Noble Phantasm, Waver saw something that surprised him.

Noble Phantasm: Inherent Barrier [Radiance of the Round Table]

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