"Welcome at any time! I also want to know how far I am from catching up with you."

After saying this, Artoria took the initiative to insert the holy sword that had recovered from its original state back into the sheath.

Then the two of them stared at each other's eyes and stood still.

As for the others, they had been scared by this shocking slash, so they could not speak at all.

After several minutes, Lelouch, located in the distance, finally couldn't help but breathe a long sigh: "Huh--so terrible! What a two monster! It seems that I'm going to re-evaluate their combat power. With the combat power that the organization has now mastered, even the three abysses in the north, it is impossible for them to be the opponent of any of these two people. Maybe... I should go find Priscia."

At the same time, on the other side, Claya stood alone on the ground, looking at the deep groove that was unobservable by the naked eye more than a hundred meters away, and the muscles on her body were stiff and unable to move.

strength!

Powerful power!

Invincible power!

As a great sword who graduated with the weakest grade, she could not imagine that there was really someone in the world who could do this.

Especially Artoria's final slash, it is neither visible nor felt.

When he came to his senses, the Holy Capital had been split in half from the middle.

If this strike was slashing at him, Claya felt that it was highly likely that she would completely lose consciousness before she realized what had happened.

But what made her even more frightened was that after suffering such a blow, Alan only had a small gap on his face.

Are they really human?

Claya had a strong doubt in her heart.

In contrast, the senior officials of the church have already been scared to their pants.

Some guys who eat, drink, gamble all day long and kneel in front of the statue and cry, loudly repent for what they have done over the years.

It is obvious that they regard the two in the battle as punishments brought down by the gods.

In short, the impact of this short fight is not just the gully that divides the city into two and is bottomless.

Over the next two weeks, the aftermath of the battle quickly swept across the island.

The western and southern places almost began to mobilize wars, and more than tens of thousands of troops began to assemble near the capital and confront each other, and even the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

If the leaders of both sides had not strictly prohibited all provocations, they would have been fighting long ago.

The church in the Holy Capital has now completely given up its struggle and chose to lie down and accept its fate of becoming a pawn.

Tired!

Destroy it now!

This is Bishop Meiers' truest idea.

He knew that no matter who lost or lost the two camps outside the city, the church he was in was destined to completely disappear.

Because before that devastating battle broke out, Santo had some foundation and bargaining chips.
Chapter completed!