"Pendragon hahahaha, Pendragon" As if he heard something funny, Mekar smiled wantonly.
The huge body seemed to be trembling with laughter, and the surrounding rainstorm seemed to intensify.
Seeing this scene, Artoria frowned slightly.
"Why, God-King of Phoenicia, is my last name so strange?"
"Of course, I don't know what kind of existence you are, but if your last name is really Pendragon, that would be really interesting.
After all, I never thought that that last name would really appear in this world. ” "What's the meaning" "It's nothing.
You call yourself Pendragon.
You want to kill gods.
Come on, let me see if your power is worthy of this surname."
As he spoke, Mekar raised the weapons in his hands, and the divine power in his body burst out in an instant.
Thunder is flashing.
The wind is howling.
A muscular man with a wild flavor all over his body.
His messy hair is impressive.
Although the clothes he wears are a rag-like cloak, leather breastplate and sandals, they are different from the simple clothes he wears.
On the contrary, his whole body was filled with the terrifying majesty of a king.
Yes, he is the real king, the god-king from the mythical period, and the sky is under his control.
"Pendragon people have a close relationship with dragons in legend.
I can also feel the power of dragons from you.
So, as a dragon, can you match the indomitable dragon hunters?"
His weapons, yagrh and ayur, mean banishment and repulse respectively.
He used them to lure the dragon king Yam away from his throne, killed him, and with this crusade, ascended to the throne of the God-King.
In other words, Mekar possesses the attribute of slaying dragons.
This is also why Ddraig can sense the power of dragons.
"I see.
Then, use your own eyes to judge for yourself."
As if she was annoyed by Mekar's almost contemptuous words, after Arturia finished saying this, she clenched her invisible hands, parallel to her eyes.
On her left hand, the red gauntlet was already on.
The green jade flashed slightly in the night sky and made a dull sound.
"boost" As if it was a signal, the battle between the King of Knights and the King of Gods began under this rainy night, and the girl who witnessed all this had already lost her original self-confidence.
For the first time in her fifteen years of life, she had truly seen...
To the power of the God of Disobedience.
In a way, it can be said to be lucky, because while she saw the power of the God of Disobedience, she also saw the power of heroic spirits from another world.
The noise of the battle between the God of Disobedience and the heroic spirits is so loud that even an ordinary magician can easily detect it.
Ordinary people who don't know the inside story will only think that the weather tonight is very bad, but the magicians who know the inside story are tremblingly praying that the anger of the gods will stop as soon as possible.
On the other side of the island, Emiya was also held back.
With only an island separated, such a big movement could not be hidden from Emiya, and it would only take an instant for him to arrive.
However, Emiya did not do this.
The cause of everything was the person in front of him.
"Are you a fool from the Far East?"
The person who came was a young man, about fourteen or five years old, with dark hair reaching his shoulders, ivory skin color, and most importantly, he was very handsome.
The upright fifth house has a somewhat neutral feel.
Even among artists, I have never seen a handsome boy like him.
He had a very strange feeling.
It might be rude to say that he is dressed arrogantly, but the coat he wears gives people this feeling.
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It should have been a white coat before, but now it is a dirty dark brown, and the clothes themselves are also a bit tattered.
Rather than saying that this Hong Kong Street clothing is more like clothing that would be worn in a desert oasis.
Of course, this is how ordinary people see this scene.
But in Emiya's eyes, the identity of the person in front of him has been determined.
"You are the disobedient god who appears here."
As soon as the words came out, it was already acquiescence to his identity.
Hearing this, the young man actually showed a smile.
"The God of Disobedience is like this according to your name.
My opponent was originally the God King of this place, but now it seems that he is going to have a duel with you first."
"Is it true?
I just fought with Mekar once, and my body has been shattered.
Even so, I still have to fight hard and hold on to the majesty of a god."
"It doesn't matter if I am defeated, I am the winner.
Victory is always in my hands.
This is my essence.
No matter what battle I encounter or any enemy I face, my victory will not change and is unshakable. .
What's more, my strength is already complete.
Although I have relied on the support of our mortal enemy, there is no need to worry about it. " The weird grammar reveals strong self-confidence, not arrogance, but it itself represents victory.
"I am the god of disobedience whose essence is struggle and victory.
As long as I want an opponent and an enemy who can fight with me, a suitable opponent will appear.
Now, my opponent is you."
"Yeah, let's get started."
The hands that drooped naturally opened up, and a black and a white dagger appeared on both hands in an instant.
Seeing this scene, the young man nodded with satisfaction, with a little expectation on his face.
"I see, is the first game about martial arts?
In that case, let me use my sharp blade to face your sword.
Let's try it, fool, and hit me who is victorious."
Following the young man's words, a golden sword appeared in his hand, with complex and mysterious inscriptions engraved on the blade.
Holding the golden sword in his hand tightly, the young man rushed towards Emiya without hesitation.
The golden sword that tears apart the godhead shows its power in the hands of the God of Victory.
Coming from the mythological period, the martial arts unique to the God of Victory unfolded before Emiya's eyes.
However, the heroic spirits in red who traveled through many worlds did not show weakness.
The martial arts they mastered did not come from gods, but from many human heroes and demigods from the Age of Gods.
The confrontation between the dagger and the golden sword reached a fever pitch in an instant.
Around the two of them, the light increased violently like a wild dance.
"I see, you god-killing fool, you can know my name as a compliment to your bravery."
He seemed to be excited about the fierce battle, and felt even more joyful.
The boy told Emiya his real name.
"My true name, Veleslana, is a hero of swords and martial arts."
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