Chapter 80: Good Night, Sir Bedivere

"Sob, sob..."

Belle had long since dissolved into tears in the livestream. "One thousand five hundred years! He carried the sword alone, bearing the guilt of destroying the King, wandering the world like a ghost for so long..."

In the chat, countless players were thoroughly shaken by this foreshadowing that felt so heavy it was suffocating:

"I was wondering before why Bedivere, who was a civil official in the myths, had such high combat power here..."

"So his silver arm is the Holy Sword! Every time he punches, he's burning his own soul!"

On screen, Bedivere's words seemed to finally touch the Lion King's cold nerves.

The goddess sitting on the throne, in those eyes like stagnant water, felt a violent ripple for the first time.

"You... are Bedivere?"

The Lion King slowly stood up, the pressure of a deity cracking due to a trace of human emotion.

But soon, that absolute defensive barrier constructed by divine power shone with blinding light again.

"It is useless. I am now the incarnation of the Tower at the End. A mortal sword cannot touch me as I am now."

The system's cold prompt tone seamlessly cut in at this moment, issuing the final instruction to the player.

[Only by returning the Holy Sword can the barrier of the gods be broken.]

[Master, please use the Special Command to assist the wandering knight Bedivere in releasing the Silver Arm!]

Following the prompt, the tactical sandbox unfolded before Belle.

At this moment, there were no other Servants on the sandbox, only the lonely Bedivere standing at the very front of the defense line.

Above his icon, a golden light signifying the ability to release a Noble Phantasm lit up.

But below that golden light, a line of shocking, blood-red text was written:

[Warning: This Noble Phantasm release will completely burn out the user's soul. After release, this unit will permanently dissipate.]

Seeing this line of text, Belle's hand froze in mid-air.

Not just her, but all the players experiencing this plot were hesitant to press that confirmation button.

The painful experience of Arash's "Stella" card-breaking was still fresh in their minds.

And now, the system had once again placed a bloody knife into the players' hands.

Pressing it would clear the level, but Bedivere, the knight who had accompanied them for an entire chapter and carried a thousand years of pain, would completely disappear from this world.

"I can't bring myself to do it..."

Belle's eyes were red in the livestream, her voice trembling. "He has suffered so much, he has really suffered so much! Isn't there any other way? Can't we use a Command Spell to save him?"

But in the plot logic of "FGO," which was rigorous to the point of cruelty, miracles had a price.

The Bedivere on the screen turned back, looking at the Master who had been slow to issue the command, and revealed a gentle, relieved smile.

Just like the young knight who always smiled while serving hot tea to his colleagues in the court of Camelot all those years ago.

"It's okay, Master."

"This was, after all, the mission I had to complete."

He turned around and raised his silver right arm, which was covered in cracks and constantly oozing blood, high into the air.

Dazzling white light burst from the gaps in the prosthetic limb, and the disguise wrapped around it began to peel away, revealing the holy sword inside that emitted a brilliant radiance.

The passionate, tragic symphonic music "Airgetlám," spanning a thousand years of vicissitudes, thundered in everyone's eardrums!

"Press... press it."

Belle gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face, and fiercely pressed the confirm button on the VR controller.

Hum—!

Tactical time-stop engaged! A gale swept through the great hall, and Bedivere's body began to crumble inch by inch under the powerful magical backlash, turning into golden spiritrons.

But his clear eyes stared fixedly at the Lion King in front of him, without a hint of retreat.

"—Devour my soul, Airgetlám."

He roared, pouring all of his life, his one thousand five hundred years of obsession, and all his reverence for the King into that dazzling Holy Sword!

"[Shining at the Sword's Radiance] (Switch-On Airgetlám)!!"

Boom!!!

Bedivere turned into a silver meteor dragging a long tail of light, striking the Lion King's inviolable absolute barrier with an indomitable, self-destructing posture!

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