It's fate that we can meet here, give in, Bedwell! ”

"I am destined to step on your corpse and become the new head of the Knights of the Round Table!"

Lancelot pulled out a walnut-sized scale, and with a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, he pressed the scale in his hand to the center of his forehead.

In an instant, the scales burned his skin like a red-hot soldering iron, and then embedded in his skull.

"Ah...... Yes! ”

He let out a beastly howl.

"A black dragon's scale!"

"Real dragon scales!"

Lancelot's eyes were bloodshot, and the dignity and pride he had worked so hard to maintain were gone.

The muscles on his body bulged, and the frost that had originally shrouded the surface of his body shattered, and purple-black scale armor regrew!

"This thing...... This thing was originally used by me to prepare for the breakthrough of the fourth stage, but today I ...... for you."

Ruled by a sudden force, Lancelot's whole person was distorted, and becoming the head of the Knights, and continuing to live became almost his biggest obsession.

"The first and final knight, Bedwell, you live the longest and the most unpredictable."

Lancelot straightened up.

"Let me see your hidden power, don't waste my dragon scales!"

"Tom!"

In the next second, Lancelot's original standing position was stepped out of a shallow pit, and he carried the frost and crashed into Roger like a meteorite.

"It's worth Gawain to see me alone, you must have some secret hidden in you!"

Roger clenched the Sword of the Sun in his left hand, and while swinging the sword to block, his body lunged forward, and the Alpha Seal erupted in the air.

Rumble!

The furious force hit Lancelot like hitting a steel wall, and the frost condensed on the surface of his body was partially shattered, but this force could not penetrate the defense at all, and directly hurt Lancelot.

Roger's pupils narrowed like pinpoints, and according to Gawain's description, even when he fought him, Lancelot probably did not show such overwhelming strength.

This is almost Lancelot's last stand.

Roger wanted to open his hand gracefully, and then say, "Come sword!"

But he now cares about Amanda's well-being and doesn't want to get too entangled with Lancelot.

Patience, Savings, Explosion!

If you don't do it, it's enough, and if you do it, you will be shocked!

The Alpha Fayin did not work, at this time Lancelot had already come to Roger like a chariot, with the hindrance of the Fa Sigil, his speed was a little slower, but the momentum was like a rainbow, and there was hysterical mania in his red pupils.

Boom!

The Hunter's Hut was raised by one level, and Roger's physical fitness also increased further, and in the face of Lancelot, who was like a beast of prey, Roger did not take half a step back.

The two bodies collided together, and Lancelot rushed forward like a bulldozer, while Roger was knocked backwards.

With his physical strength alone, with the blessing of the black dragon scales, Lancelot at this time had reached the limit that the third stage could reach.

This is a terrifying guy who can crush any transcendent below the third order with his physical strength alone.

"I said this is fate, you are destined to die here!"

Lancelot laughed maniacally.

After the increase of the black dragon's scales, his strength was indeed increased a lot, but at the same time, the uncontrollable power also affected his consciousness and judgment.

"Yes, you old guy has been hiding for a long time!"

Lancelot stared at Roger.

"If I don't use the power of the scales, even if I can defeat you, I'm afraid it will take a lot of energy, and it will be almost impossible to kill you in that situation!"

"Hidden for so many years, what is your purpose?"

"Waiting for the Jedi to strike back?"

Lancelot laughed, "To be honest, I should really thank Gawain, if it weren't for his reminder, you would have been my biggest contender!" ”

"It's providence!"

"It's fate!"

"I am destined to be the head of the Knights!"

Under Lancelot's repeated collisions, the defense formed by the Quinn Fa Seal was already in jeopardy, and the dragon's power was indeed terrifying, even if it was a piece of scale armor.

Thundered!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged dozens of blows, Lancelot completely had the upper hand, and Roger, although he looked like he was about to be knocked down at any time, he took all the blows of Lancelot.

"Fall, fall for me!"

"Why are you still holding on?"

"Give up struggling, Bedwell."

"You're destined to die here!"

Roger gritted his teeth, his eyes firmly focused on each of Lancelot's attacks.

He was waiting, waiting for that fleeting opportunity.

The seal of Axe Fayin rushed into Lancelot's mind, and the First Knight, who had fallen into a state of rage, was immediately disturbed, taking the opportunity for Roger to distance himself.

On the forehead and hands, the models of the three Ignidhorn seals bloomed in a triangle, and at this moment it didn't even need to be manipulated by Roger, the sword of the sun bloomed with all its brilliance.

He even felt that Bedwell was in control of the weapon at this time.

This Knight of Inheritance, who has been hiding himself in the shadows for hundreds of years, trying to break free from the control of the Privy Council, all his struggles have been vanished with death.

But at this time, in the face of pressure from Lancelot, the Sword of the Sun still released all its energy.

Terrible fire-attribute energy swept all around, the floor cracked, and the heat even ignited the surroundings, and Lancelot, who had recovered from the chaos, saw this scene.

"Fire and ice."

The mania in his eyes subsided slightly, and blue ice crystals bloomed.

"It seems that this is a fateful duel."

"The opposition between ice and fire, the opposition between you and me!"

The ice crystals that enveloped Lancelot's body wriggled like a living thing, condensing a giant greatsword in his hand at great speed.

"Okay, I'll fulfill you and give you a decent way to die!"

The three Ignifa seals are separated from the three points of the triangle and linked to each other, and then a new model of the Ignidifa seals is reconstructed.

The new magic seal, more powerful, and the condensed energy is also stronger, feeling the power of Lancelot's body, Roger poured all the energy condensed from the magic seal into the sword of the sun floating in mid-air!

Although propelled by the energy of the Ignyi seal, Roger and the Sword of the Sun at this time resonated perfectly, and he felt that fiery, vast determination.

Roger took a step forward, the weapon in his hand coming out of his hand.

"This is Bedwell's—"

【Sword of the Sun】

Roger roared.

【Frozen Thorn】

Lancelot on the opposite side doesn't have any fancy skills, his flesh is the most powerful weapon, running and accelerating, and then hammering and stabbing!!

Simplicity to strength.

Lancelot is confident in his powers.

Rumble!

The two energies collided together, and the clash of ice and fire brought about a terrible upheaval, and the surrounding furniture and decoration were destroyed, and the whole manor seemed to tremble.

"You've lost, Bedwell!"

A smile appeared on Lancelot's face, his body still rushing forward, the power of the flames shrinking under the erosion of the frost.

At the same time, he keenly heard a soft sound in mid-air.

Click!

Click!

There was a huge crack in the sword body of the Sword of the Sun, and under the pressure of the power, the traces became larger and larger, and the sound was also connected.

Finally......

Boom!

The sword of the sun, which could not withstand the pressure of the two forces, shattered violently, and at the same time, it was far away in a secret room in the headquarters of the Knights of the Round Table in Ingilman.

On the silver cup, which represented Bedwell's identity, the clear water appeared as red as blood, and then the liquid gushed up, spreading to the edge of the silver cup, and then flowing down.

A figure appeared in the room.

Galahad looked horrified.

"What happened?"

"Bedwell is dead!!"

Lancelot's attack shattered the Sword of the Sun, and his momentum slowed down, but there was no longer any barrier between him and Roger.

Having lost the Sword of the Sun and leaving Roger defenseless like an unguarded lamb, Lancelot took a deep breath and mustered up the only remaining strength in his body.

He was relatively weak now, but he believed that Bedwell on the other side was even weaker.

With a little more effort, maybe in the next second, he can cut off the head of the guy on the other side, and when the time comes......

Lancelot, who was in the midst of excitement, didn't notice a flash of purple light in the burning floor around him.

The Ardennes Seal is activated.

In addition to the terrible damage to spirits, the second-level Ardennes Seal is more important...... Effect on the soul.

Everything around is slowing down.

It was as if the body had become heavy.

Lancelot was shocked when he noticed the anomaly, but when he was about to dodge, his soul fell into the mud.

The body and soul are in conflict at this critical juncture.

Stunned for a moment, Roger's figure was already lost in front of him.

A voice rang in his ears.

"The sword of fate, the sword has two edges, hurting oneself and hurting others."

Roger's body had appeared above Lancelot's head at some point, and the cloak on his body fluttered in the wind, enveloping the area where the two of them were.

In the shadows, a weapon deeper than night appeared in Roger's hand.

"It's fate."

Roger let out a low snort.

"It's just that the sword is in my hand!"

As soon as the words fell, the cursed sword in his hand was already carrying a thousand powers, piercing along Lancelot's neck!

Poof!

Even with Roger's strength at this time, coupled with the sharpness and erosive power of the cursed sword, when he pierced Lancelot's body, he was hindered to a certain extent.

Unfortunately, Lancelot, who was in a state of conflict between body and soul, was powerless to get out of this situation, and when he concentrated and regained control of his body.

What I faced was a pain like a tidal wave.

Poof!

Roger spun the blade of his sword, his body slicing downward as it fell, blood splattering, and the cursed sword ran down Lancelot's spine and separated him.

The internal organs hanging from the spine crackled and poured out of the body.

After landing on the ground, Roger's body rotated, and the weapon in his hand swept.

Laugh at!

Lancelot's head flew high, and before he died, he heard Roger's last words, "Poor fellow, Grimm has already chosen the true person to succeed the Order. ”

"Who is it?"

Lancelot's mouth opened wide.

"Galahad."

Roger spat out a name.

"Smack!"

Lancelot's head rolled to the ground, the handsome First Horseman's face was dirty, and his meticulous silver hair was soaked in blood.

In a trance, Lancelot saw a foot stop in front of his head, followed by something covering his face.

Feeling the strange aura transmitted from the other party's body, at this moment, Lancelot suddenly realized something.

"You ......"

"You're not ......"

His face was as dead as ashes, and he fully understood the meaning of a word.

Plaything.

The fire around him was getting bigger and bigger, and Roger was always on the lookout for a possible counterattack from Lancelot.

According to the information he had learned from Gawain, this guy had a strange ability to deflect injuries when he took fatal damage.

It was precisely because of this that he made the plan just now, striving to kill him in one go, without giving Lancelot a chance to react.

For now......

Turning around and seeing the core of the inheritance floating on Lancelot's corpse, Roger couldn't help but smile.

At the same time, the mask he had just covered Lancelot's face fell off.

[Dirio's Mask]: This contains all of the identities that Dirio collected while acting as a Faceling.

After use, you can switch between multiple identities at will. If you don't fight, you can perfectly simulate the breath fluctuations of this character.

Number of faces: 127.

You can make a new face through the soul ingestion ability, and the new face generation takes time to run-in, and gradually obtain the identity memory of the character to achieve perfect inheritance.

A new face has been generated.

Because of his previous experience, after capturing Lancelot's inheritance core this time, Roger sent it to the Cursed Hut without thinking about it.

He quickly examined Lancelot's corpse, and in the spirit of not wasting it, he used the cursed sword to suck up all the essence blood on the corpse.

Hey, as a third-order demon hunter, he was so mixed up that he even needed to loot the corpse.

At this point, all traces left by Lancelot here have been completely erased.

By the end of all this, the surrounding flames had completely engulfed the house, and in a trance, the world in front of me turned into ashes like a charred canvas.

At this time, Amanda, who was swept away by the torrent of paint, also fell into a crisis.

A few minutes ago, Roger took Amara's hand, but before he could step out of the door, the paintings hanging on the wall melted.

Then the torrent drowned the two of them.

"Roger!"

Amanda shouted, but then she was overwhelmed by a sea of paint.

She didn't dare to speak, she didn't dare to open her eyes, she could only bear it passively, in order to avoid being separated from Roger, she held the big hand from beginning to end.

Eventually, the flow of the water seemed to slow down a bit, and Amanda felt her body being tossed up and a cool breeze blowing in her face.

She opened her eyes and found herself falling to the ground at breakneck speed.

"Roger, use the same method you used to ......"

Amanda turned around, and there was no Roger behind her at all.

And what she had been holding tightly before turned out to be a highly swollen corpse!