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But even so, he was still drenched in cold sweat, with palpitations remaining on his face.

"Okay, I think Mr. Knight should be able to explain it properly now."

Looking at the smiling blond girl, Lancelot knew that if he refused to cooperate, the terrifying phantom might strike again, so his throat twitched and his whole body froze.

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Volume 164: Chapter 023 [-]: Flower of the Knight

On one side is the incomparably "terrifying" illusion, and on the other side is the loyalty to the king.

Lancelot's face changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"If you have any means, you can continue to use them! If you want to use this method to make me submit, I can only say that you are too naive!"

Seeing that the knight of the lake would rather die than submit, Aige frowned, and was about to perform the spell again.But at this time, Matthew, who had been standing at the back and kept silent, suddenly stepped forward.

"...May I say a few words?"

"Your Excellency Mash..."

Bedivere seemed to understand something, and a daze flashed across his face, and Rin Aozaki also knew that in a sense, the relationship between Matthew and Lancelot was a bit special, so he silently gave up his position. Let Matthew come to Lancelot.

"you......"

Lancelot, who originally had a look of determination in his eyes, looked at Matthew who was squatting down slightly, his eyes could not help but become complicated, and he looked elsewhere in an erratic manner.

"Moth, no, it's Mr. Lancelot." Matthew hesitated for a moment, lowering his head slightly as if talking to himself.

"To be honest, I just learned from Mr. Bedivere that when it was Mr. Galahad who gave me this power, I was still a little worried.

"I was worried that I would disappoint the knight's expectations and waste his kindness. But Mr. Bedivere told me, 'Mr. Galahad can't make mistakes in knowing people. Since the knight chooses Saying that because he loves you means he believes in you'... I'm a little flattered.

"But I think, since I have accepted the power of that one, I can't do anything to damage that one's honor. Although I don't know what the relationship between Mr. Lancelot and Mr. Galahad is. But I think that even though the knight hates you, he still hopes that you can become everyone's yearning like the "Knight's Flower" that people sing about.

"—Helping the weak, eradicating evil, being kind to others, being upright and loyal...Having his own honor and thought, even if the object of his service is able to pull him back from the wrong path, this is a knight. You say Is that so, Mr Lancelot?"

Matthew raised his head, with a pure smile on his face, and continued.

"No, it should be...'Daddy'."

Hearing the girl's confessional words and the "fatal" title, Lancelot's breath was stagnant, and he opened his mouth. After a while, he lowered his head heavily and said with a wry smile, as if admitting defeat.

"...You're right, knights should be. But we've gone down the wrong path..."

"But there's still time to stop it, isn't it?"

"Perhaps." Lancelot sighed heavily, raised his head without daring to look directly at Matthew's smile, and hesitated.

"...I can tell you about the holy capital. But don't call me by that name, it's not good for the heart."

Now that he has been convinced, Lancelot no longer intends to deceive his inner thoughts, and quickly revealed the truth about the holy capital, the purpose of the Lion King, and the number of people in the holy capital.

It's just that at the moment when he almost confided all the information he knew, Lancelot's face became extremely pale in an instant as if he had suffered some kind of backlash. He couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, and his figure gradually became thinner. .

"Mr. Lancelot!"

Matthew looked at all this incomprehensibly, and could only feel that Lancelot's spirit base reaction was disappearing rapidly.

"This is the bondage that guy Agguiwen asked Wang to put on me before. After all, that guy doesn't always trust me. But this time it was indeed me who took the initiative to 'rebel' first, and I can't deny anything... ...but I don't regret what I did, and it's punishment for my previous mistakes."

Lancelot shook his head, signaling to Matthew not to worry, and said sternly when his figure was about to disappear completely.

"I know that I have done a lot of wrong things this time, and I will not ask for forgiveness. But I have a thick skin, and I ask you to promise me one thing.

"Probably in the northwest near the junction of the desert and the wilderness, there is a hidden village. There are still hundreds of people who escaped unharmed because they failed the [Holy Battalion] ceremony. I hope you can see the information just now. For sake, take care of those people a little bit.

"Also, Bedivere and Your Excellency En...I don't know why the king became like that, because when we came here, the king was already in that posture. But If there is anyone who can stop that king, I am afraid it is only the two of you. Please, let that one wake up again."

Lancelot understood that his words were a bit forceful, and his face was ashamed. At the last moment when he was about to disappear, he turned his head to look at Matthew in front of him, showing a gentle smile.

"...Please raise your chest. As Bedivere said, that person really didn't choose you wrong."

The moment the voice fell, the figure of the knight of the lake disappeared completely, leaving only a loose rope in place.

"Mr. Lancelot..."

Bedivere murmured in a complex tone, and Rin Aozaki also spoke at the right time.

"Let's go out first."

The space of the wooden house was left to Matthew, who was still a little dazed, while the rest of them sorted out all the information they knew so far outside.

First, the purpose of the Lion King is to collect [-] candidates who meet the definition of "pure human beings", and intend to house these people in the Holy Lance, and turn the Holy Lance into a tower at the end to continue the human race hope, to avoid the calamity of burning humanity.

Second, apart from the disappeared Lancelot, there are still four Knights of the Round Table, the Lion King himself, and about [-] upright knights left in the holy capital.

Third, the holy capital is the appearance of the shell of the holy gun. Unless one is brought into the holy capital or is allowed to enter the holy capital, it is impossible to enter the holy capital.

Fourth, the premise of saving the fact of the burning of humanity is to restore this singularity, and the most important condition for repairing this singularity is to recover the Holy Grail

But the Holy Grail is not currently in the holy capital. According to the intelligence of Lancelot and the people of the mountain, the Holy Grail is very likely to be in the hands of the Pharaoh.

However, even if the Holy Grail is recovered, this singularity cannot be completely repaired unless the Holy Capital is dealt with.Because the appearance of the Tower of the End will cause all the surrounding areas to become "the end of the world", which is a very serious problem for humanity.

......

——In short, after summarizing the existing information, the purpose of Rin Aozaki and others is to defeat the Lion King, recover the Holy Grail, and restore the singularity smoothly.

But just as several people were discussing which step to start with, a panicked voice rang out along with the hurried footsteps of a guard.

"It's not good, Mr. Curse Wrist, Mr. Arash! West Village, West Village has been attacked! A call for help has just been sent!"

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Volume 165: Chapter 024 [-]: "A loving father and a filial daughter"

The air instantly became tense.

The curse wrist tensed up all of a sudden, and the tone was a bit heavy.

"It's troublesome. There are only Baimao and Yanzui in the West Village. Those two are quite skilled, but since the signal for help is sent out, it means that the enemy is coming. Your Excellency Arash, Could you please use 'that'?"

"that?"

Rin Aozaki asked in confusion, logically speaking, it shouldn't be rushing to West Village as soon as possible to support those talents, right?

"Well, there's no problem. The wind happens to be tailwind tonight, and we can fly at least twenty kilometers."

Arash nodded with a serious face, and at the same time he heard the boy's doubts, and said seriously.

"Don't worry, what we have to do now is to support. But remember to hold on tight later, and don't let go of your hands casually in mid-air."

what?

Ao Qi Rin and the others could not help but flash this confusion, but soon they understood what Arash meant by "hold on".

On a huge pedestal fixed by a rope, Arash picked up the giant arrow tied with a rope, and put it on the longbow in his hand.

On the pedestal, Rin Aozaki hugged Aiga's waist with one hand, and firmly held the edge of the pedestal with the other hand, and beside him were Da Vinci and the curse wrist who went to support this trip together.

As for Bedivere, considering that his physical condition was not very good, Rin Aozaki persuaded him to stay in Dongzhicun and guard the camp with Matthew and Arash.

"Then get ready! Remember, you must hold on tight!"

Once again reminded, the great hero from ancient Persia drew the bowstring, and the brown pupils under the black hair were resolute, and looked towards the sky.

In the next second, the bowstring stretched to the limit suddenly let go!

The huge arrow carried the base, and was instantly driven by the majestic force to fly into the night sky. Like a meteor shooting from the ground to the sky, it traced a trajectory under the night and flew towards the distance. And go!

"Everyone, please..."

Watching the direction where the huge arrow disappeared, the great hero of Persia prayed silently.

......

Meanwhile, West Village.

Flames, smoke, cries, moans...

The smell of blood filled the burning village, and at the center of the village, Hassan Baimao and Hassan Drunken Smoked were confronting a Knight of the Round Table.

Both of them were already covered with scars, but neither of them took a step back, and they still gritted their teeth to resist the two knights of the round table.

But to be honest, they are about to reach their limit. After all, after eliminating the dozens of upright knights brought by Tristan and Mordred, they managed to hold back the two members of the round table by relying on the traps set up by the village. Footsteps, but the aftermath of the battle with them still caused a lot of damage to the village.

But Baimao and Yanzui understand that now is not the time to care about such things, because if the enemies in front of them are not dealt with, the whole village will be destroyed by then.

"Ha! If you are hiding, if you have the ability, stop for me and attack from the front!"

Wrapping his whole body in a pair of heavy armor, Mordred wore a bull's head helmet, and the king sword in his hand drew a sharp arc in the air, almost hitting the hidden breath, trying to attack from behind. The drunk who launched the sneak attack.

Intuitive?What a troublesome ability...

The face under the smoke-drunk Hassan's mask frowned, but when Mordred swung the blade in his hand again, he immediately threw several short blades, and his figure became blurred again, hiding himself .

In fact, he had always relied on this kind of temptation before, and then took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack to deal with the knight who looked like a berserker in front of him, so as to drag the battle to the present.

However, it is estimated that this method will lose its effectiveness after the other party's patience is completely lost before long.

On the other side, Tristan's slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and several invisible arrows of sound shot out in the air, directly smashing the skull mask on Baimao's face, splashing several wisps of sound. blood.

But Baimao's vigorous movements immediately avoided the rest of the attacks, and took advantage of the situation to show multiple clones, directly attacking Tristan!

But even though he lost an arm and plucked the strings with his non-dominant hand, Tristan's martial arts are still worthy of the name of the round table. He shot more than a dozen sound arrows in an instant, piercing through the clone in an instant. their bodies.

However, at this moment, a cold short blade suddenly pierced from the back of his head.

Tristan hurriedly dodged to open the distance, and at the same time used the [Fernott] in his hand to block, but the short blade was still at a high speed, cutting off a strand of red hair on his forehead, almost piercing him skin.

"Tsk."

Knowing that this sneak attack had failed, Baimao pulled away without hesitation, let go of his breathing and gasped violently for a few times, the wounds on his lower abdomen and thighs were bleeding profusely.

And these injuries were all from the previous battle with Tristan.

"Sad, it is so sad... If you and the others no longer have the idea of ​​taking back the Holy City, the Holy City will not judge you. But it is a pity, in order to prevent you from interfering with the follow-up [Holy City] Pull], I can only ask you to disappear.”

"Stop pretending to be there, bastard! The Holy City doesn't belong to anyone alone. It's your Lion King who has polluted our faith and turned the Holy City into that!"