Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 238

"Can you lend me this sword and scabbard for a while?" the king asked.

"Of course, my king," she replied, placing the Sword of Promised Victory into its scabbard before presenting it to him.

She felt a deep sense of pride and honor in being able to offer this weapon to her king. To her, dedicating everything to him and securing victory was the greatest possible reward.

Taking the sword and scabbard from Artoria, the king unsheathed the Holy Sword and turned his gaze toward the sky, where a white dragon was flying. His eyes then fell upon the dragon's horn, the Rhongomyniad, before returning to the Holy Sword in his hand.

"If you are truly a Holy Sword, then show me your power and cut down that lance!" he commanded with a determined voice.

In response to the king's will, the Holy Sword began to undergo a transformation, taking on a new form that was unique to its wielder.

The Holy Sword had no fixed shape, as it was a pure crystallization of a planet infused with the concept of the "sword." It would reflect the inner nature of the one who wielded it.

What was in the king's heart?

The Sword of Promised Victory shifted and transformed, taking on the appearance of a resplendent golden sword that glinted in the sunlight.

Unlike Artoria's Excalibur, and unlike the Holy Sword of male King Arthur in his memories, this sword was different. It was a pure, unadulterated golden blade that shone brilliantly, a reflection of the king's steadfast heart and unwavering resolve.

In terms of its performance as a weapon, the golden sword may not have undergone significant changes. However, its golden body was a powerful manifestation of the king's spirit.

As the king flew towards the white dragon, ominous black wings unfurled behind him. His goal was clear - to cut off the dragon's horn and lance, Rhongomyniad!

But the white dragon was not about to go down without a fight. With a deafening roar, it launched a fierce attack at the king.

The sky rumbled with a fierce storm, and a powerful beam of starlight erupted from its horn, unleashing the very power of the gods.

With quick reflexes, the king sidestepped to dodge the beam.

Without warning, the white dragon opened its jaws and unleashed a powerful burst of dragon breath, infused with a potent magical aura.

Caught off guard, the king hastily placed the scabbard in front of him, enveloping himself in a protective shield of "Evil."

Though the dragon's breath was unable to penetrate the scabbard's defenses, the "Evil" surrounding the king was completely obliterated by the blast.

The dragon's breath left the king's body scorched and billowing with white smoke. Though "Evil" was able to repair the damage, the king remained in immense pain. Nevertheless, he maintained a stoic expression on his face.

With his wings unfurled behind him, the king launched himself forward, hurtling towards the white dragon.

Clad in the lion's armor, Artoria fixed her gaze and retrieved Caliburn once more, charging fearlessly into the horde of beasts.

The attacks from the white dragon - the searing dragon breath, the True Ether Cannon, and the star-shot attack from Rhongomyniad - were all incredibly powerful.

Knowing he could not face them head-on, the king deftly dodged and blocked with the scabbard when necessary. Despite his best efforts, he suffered extensive burns, which he quickly healed with the power of "Evil."