"Breath of the gathered stars, torrent of shining life."
Familiar words were invoked in an unfamiliar voice. What Anno gripped in his hand was not Chalkiness of Sighs.
It was—
Excalibur.
Though it was not held by its original owner, this sword likewise acknowledged Anno and all that he had done. Besides, this was far from the first time Anno had fought with this holy sword.
In truth, Chalkiness of Sighs, Arondight, Sword of Revolving Victory, and Excalibur—these four holy swords, all forged by the Lady of the Lake—were often swapped out by their owners on the battlefield. Artoria was especially fond of borrowing Anno's and Gawain's holy swords. As for Lancelot's Arondight, she was only moderately compatible with it, though she used it on occasion.
Therefore.
"Take this—"
Anno leaped fiercely from his horse's back. The tremendous force of his kick sent the steed crashing to the ground and tumbling backward, while Anno raised the holy sword, already blazing with golden radiance, high above his head and carved an arc through the air that illuminated the night before dawn—
About a thousand meters ahead of him, a Dragon roared wildly, flames faintly churning within its jaws.
But that was useless.
"[Excalibur](Excalibur)!!!"
Anno hurled the holy sword forward. Still suspended in midair, he was forcibly blasted dozens of meters backward before finally landing on the ground.
And the splendor upon the holy sword—
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!!!
The night vanished.
Not through a blessing like Gawain's Nightless, but simply because it was illuminated by that golden brilliance.
A massive golden beam of magical energy poured forward, leaving even more pronounced scars upon the earth that had already been scorched.
Without question, anything in the path of that golden holy light had been annihilated—whether Dragons, wyverns, or knights who were