Gawain roared with a hideous expression, completely bursting into his anger. His face was completely gone, and it was as hideous as a Shura ghost.

This is the curse that the knight Gawain has always buried deep in his heart, the perfect knight, the prince of the white horse, is just an appearance. It's not that he is hypocritical in disguise, but that there is unimaginable resentment and pain buried under this appearance, as well as that deep self-blame!

Every footprint of life is covered with dust called regret. But who can be like him, even after death, to curse his stupidity over and over again, to cry out with regret in the abyss, and to frantically want to grasp the faint hope that is unrealistic?

Remorseful that his stupidity and impulsiveness had led to the king's end, he accepted that his personal grudge against Lancelot, and even his disloyalty, were caused by his own immorality.

Absolutely unforgive yourself, absolutely unforgive yourself!

So! So! If there is a second chance, this body will only exist as the sword of my king! Other than that, there's no need for anything else! What chivalry, what knightly rules, that are all the most perverse stupidity, the real knight is only the cornerstone under the feet of the king, the sword in his hand!

Cornerstones don't need to have their own ideas! The sword will never betray the will of its master!

That's right! That's enough!

Just as kings in the past chose to erase their feelings and humanity in order to protect their subjects, now it is their turn to do so. If this is retribution, they are absolutely willing, even ecstatic, to accept this retribution, obliterating their feelings and humanity just to protect the existence of the king......

“……！！”

At this moment, Bedwell on the other side was extremely stunned, his mind was even blank, and he had no way to think about it at all.

It was not that he was intimidated or shocked by the blow of this mortal wave, after all, it was impossible for a knight who had experienced a hundred battles to make such a low-level mistake. Instead, he was shocked by Gawain's determination and belief, and the conflict of belief made his heart confused and blank, not knowing who was right.

Obviously, he has lived until now for this, but now he suddenly began to fear.

Because the journey is extremely difficult, if you still don't get the corresponding reward in the end...... The thought of this scared him to the point that he couldn't breathe, he was uncontrollably afraid of it, and he was terrified of his choice.

Afraid of your own behavior, worried about whether you are doing the right thing, worried about whether you have done something wrong, will it be the most correct choice like Gao Wenqing and them?

Because there is no doubt that although the three of them tore their faces in an instant, they brazenly killed their former companions and former comrades-in-arms, declaring that as long as it was an obstacle in front of the king, then no matter who they were, they would be killed! So cold-blooded and ruthless, so fierce and cruel, as if it were a beast with no humanity and no feelings.

But......

I don't know why, seeing them so resolutely abandon their honor and spirit, abandon everything in the past, and even throw their proud persistence directly on the ground and crush it, preferring to degenerate into Shura and beasts, but also to become the consciousness of the sword of my king-

Bedwell was stunned and felt that perhaps they were the real "knights", and that unconfused heart forged a belief as solid as stone.

It is precisely because of this that they will not hesitate to abandon all the noble qualities they once had, and willingly become inhumane beasts...... For this is definitely not a fall for them, but a dream of salvation!

This is an opportunity that they will not get until they die, an opportunity to correct their past mistakes, and make up for their past regrets and remorse!

"Mr. Bedwell——!!"

Matthew cried out in a terrible voice, but it seemed that he could not catch up with the support no matter what, and could only watch the tragedy happen in grief.

Sonorous!

However, at the last moment, a cloud of pitch-black mist that seemed to materialize suddenly appeared, and the big sword stretched out from the black mist steadily blocked the knight Gawain to accelerate to the limit, and it was definitely able to easily split a hill with the ultimate slash!

"Who?!" Gawain was shocked and angry.

He didn't even notice the approaching of this intruder, and even after the other party made a move, he was stunned to find that someone actually appeared in his perception.

It was a tall, black-robed swordsman, with a miserable white skull mask on his face, and a faint blue flame burning in the depths of his eyes, as if it was the soul fire of the undead.

Moreover, the black robe on his body did not have any reflection, as if it could swallow all the light, just the existence there, the surrounding space suddenly became dim, and there was a trace of mist-like black aura visible to the naked eye that diffused around the edge of his body contour.

Therefore, it seems that his sudden appearance is as if a materialized black mist suddenly emerged from the void, diffusing and diffusing the illusion.

"Hassan Sabah. Coming from the valley only to take the living. The black-robed swordsman said in a deep voice, answering Knight Gawain's question.

"Hmph, I'm not ashamed! Since you are stupid enough to take the initiative to run in front of me Gawain, then even you will be killed! Gao Wen snorted coldly, and suddenly exerted force, trying to overwhelm the opponent's strength in this stalemate, but with the increase of his magic power and the explosion of power, the big sword was still unmoving, as if it was welded to death in that space.

The Holy Sword Caventin had no way to suppress it at all, and he suddenly showed surprise:

"Wait, wait! How is this possible? ”

He should be undefeated during the day, especially now in an environment where the midday sun is still shining directly, and with the special physique of the "Sage Number", his strength will triple in the three hours from 9 a.m. to noon, and from 3 p.m. to sunset.

This also indicates the Celtic sacred number "3", hence the title "Sage Number". But this black-robed swordsman of unknown origin in front of him was able to resist his three-fold strength explosion so easily?

“……”

“……”

The black-robed swordsman was silent about this, because there was nothing to praise at all, if it was his heyday, he didn't even need to take out the sword to block the sword just now, he only needed to wave his cloak......

It's a pity that time is really too short, and the situation does not allow him to slowly heal himself and return to his full state. It's just that I have time to remove the curse, and the weakness caused by the curse, I have to rush over to save the scene immediately, which is also a very helpless thing.

But it's also because that magician is too terrifying, if he really can't think of a reason, the black-robed swordsman would simply wonder if the result of his escape is whether the other party deliberately released water and wanted to achieve some more terrible conspiracy.

The howling storm followed, and the thick lead clouds that had been pierced, torn, and chopped by a single hair of the Holy Pull gathered again from all directions, tumbling and surging into a sea of clouds, and the clouds covered the sky and closed the sun, completely obscuring the direct sunlight at noon.

The whole sea suddenly became dark and gloomy, gray and depressing, and there was a feeling that a storm was coming.

Gawain's face changed slightly, and he felt his powerful power fade instantly.

The "Sage Number" is a special physique, but it also has the weakness of "not being able to get rid of the shackles of legends", and the black-robed swordsman in front of him seems to know very well that it is directly aimed at his weakness.

……

……

At the same time.

"Tsk, that's amazing......"

On the British Isles, on the top floor of the Tower of Radiance, the magician moved a small stool, sat by the open window and leaned against the guardrail, looking in a certain direction in the distance, while reaching out and grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it into his mouth.

A small table was erected next to him, filled with delicate snacks and tea, and the silver-haired red-eyed puppet maid was bending down expressionlessly, holding a silver teapot and adding warm black tea to his cup...... All in all, it's really not a big deal to watch the excitement!

"Artoria's acting skills aren't very good, but the script is still going well......"

Xia Ran retracted his gaze with satisfaction, knowing that this good show was over for the time being, originally according to the balance of strength between the two sides, it was barely the kind of four or six, and if it continued like this, Chaldea and the others were indeed hopeless.

Gawain, Lancelot or Tristan are all servants who are a thousand riders, not to mention this, but the main force opposite Chaldea is also three Knights of the Round Table, which is very lagging behind.

Not to mention that the overall comparison of strength is insufficient, and even the fact that they are standing on the opposite side of the king and rebelling against their master has already made them more than one step weaker in terms of will, spirit, momentum, etc., and they can't play 100% at all.

It's like Matthew, who gained great power because she fused Galahad's spiritual base, but as a human being, she gained the abilities and treasures of a servant...... But in turn, she was also influenced by Galahad Lingki and also existed as one of the Knights of the Round Table.

So it is impossible to be determined, after knowing the fact that the Lion King is King Arthur, there is already hesitation in her body, even the Lingji of Galahad, who has no desires, is resisting such a thing as confronting the king, afraid that she will stand on the opposite side of the king.

In this way, the situation is really very bad, there is a clear gap in overall strength, and one side is a fanatical and twisted Wang Chef, who has a mad buff on his body, and the other side is also three Knights of the Round Table, but they are all tied up...... Isn't it a matter of course that what will happen to you?

However, just as Xia Ran expected, there will always be a key person to save the scene at a critical moment, and the crown assassin appeared at the most critical moment with his big sword. Although the next unfolding can be imagined, Chaldea and the others have to leave one or two behind, and it is impossible to retreat with their whole body.

But it's better than just being wiped out, and there is still a chance to redeem it, but this is also the follow-up arranged by Xia Ran, no matter what, they only have one way left-

That is, in the end, you have to come to this tower and confront him.

"I think Artoria has no acting skills, and maybe the best acting skills in this matter, Master......"

Charlotte, who was standing on the side, spoke calmly and expressed her opinion.

"Well, there's some truth to that." Xia Ran thought for a moment, admitting that her opinion might be correct, and she really wanted to follow the arrangement in her script, so that King Arthur could vent her sadness and anger, so as to torture the conscience of the Knights of the Round Table or something......

The sense of disobedience is too strong, and it is very likely that people will see that something is wrong. On the contrary, it is the case now, the knight girl's stick reading and straining her face are the best effect, and it directly makes up the reasonable reasons for the group of knights to make up for themselves.

"But it's a pity, I really want to see her cry bitterly, aggrieved by accusing the knights who have betrayed her trust......"

The magician still felt a little sorry, and couldn't help but think of the girl who desperately closed her lips at the end of the battle of Kamran, suppressed herself from crying, was so sad that she couldn't breathe, and finally looked down on the end of Britain and cried loudly.

Therefore, Xia Ran couldn't help but feel that although the current group of knights of the round table seemed to be very painful, this kind of pain was not enough, it was necessary for them to listen to the passion that their king had been hiding in his heart so far, it seemed to tear the sorrow and anger in the listener's chest, enough to curse the world's weeping.

But it's a pity that Artoria didn't cooperate, and decisively ignored these rude requirements marked in the script, just like a clumsy third-rate voice actor who had just debuted, read all the lines with a straight face, and then ended the performance.

"Considering that Master, you are going to take the lead in letting Mordred get King Arthur's concubine and inherit the throne of Camelot, the master-slave relationship may have deteriorated further, so my advice is not to force too much on this matter......"

Charlotte said very calmly, and seemed to sigh slightly.

"Well, it's also ......" The magician nodded again and again, feeling that what the maid chief said was also very reasonable, but also looked at Charlotte with some doubts: "Wait, I obviously didn't say anything, Charlotte, why do you know my real plan?" ”

"You don't have to think about it, Master, how could you let go of such a great opportunity......" The delicate doll girl replied with a blank face, indicating that she already knew her master's personality and behavior patterns.

You don't need to deliberately gather information to be able to deduce the most likely future, and in a sense, this person is too easy to understand.

"Ahem, okay...... Don't tell Artoria though, I'm going to surprise her. Xia Ran was also a little embarrassed, so he could only cough dryly, clear his throat, and say this seriously.

"Don't worry, Master, I won't tell her ......," Charlotte replied with a foul tongue, "I wasn't the one who was cut down anyway." ”