Crown Dead

"Aaaa!"

"Are you alright, Qing Yuxian? Just now you passed out suddenly, and you couldn't wake it up no matter what—ahem! Can you move? The magic power of the Lion King is too huge, and it is difficult for us to continue to protect you!"

"Ah, it's all right, thank you."

Xian Yu got up and patted Betty on the shoulder, and looked at the Lion King not far away.

Maybe because he stayed in the inherent barrier for too long, Xianyu seemed to feel a little nostalgic for the Lion King.

"The Chosen One—do what you have to do."

"I understand, but it won't be me who takes this step."

Xianyu pulled out his soul tracing, turned around and looked at Bedivere.

"Can you hold on, Lord Bedivere?"

—Bedwell...?

These four words, which are familiar but extremely unfamiliar, made the Lion King's expression distort in pain.

That was my last knight, and the only one who wanted to give me the title of "Artoria"

Instead of the identity of "King Arthur" to obtain happiness, the extremely gentle silver knight.

He has witnessed his own final existence, an existence that he should not forget no matter what.

That being the case, that being the case - why is there no figure of him in the round table?Moreover, why is the light emanating from his arm so stinging and nostalgic?

"The Lion King—anyway, at least please return to the way you were before you were dominated by the Holy Lance!!"

Bedivere roared and used his silver arm to cut through the magic power of the Holy Lance, and Xian Yu also used the spirit tracing to push back the magic power in the critical mode of burning life in front.

"Bedwell... Sir?"

Finally, the Lion King remembered the knight of the round table, and at the same time, the black mud covered her body.

Chapter 56. The Arrival of the Black Spear

After the Battle of Jianlan, King Arthur personally killed Mordred, the culprit who caused all this, but she herself, like Britain, lost the light that never fell.

When King Arthur was dying, the Knight of the Round Table beside her was none other than Bedivere, the most gentle and "weakest" existence in the Knights of the Round Table.

The destruction of Britain is inevitable. Although King Arthur can continue to survive with the [Sword of the Oath of Victory], she still chose to hand over to Bedivere the holy sword that accompanied her from ignorance to becoming the king of a country, and let him It was given back to the spirit in the lake.

Bedivere took the sword but did not throw it into the lake.He knew that the holy sword in his hand was not just a weapon connected to Camelot, but also an object that King Arthur could continue to survive.

first time, second time, third time

Three times in a row, Bedivere lied that he had thrown the holy sword into the lake.Three times in a row, King Arthur just called Bedivere softly to let him do what he should do.

However, Bedivere failed to make up his mind to take King Arthur's life until the end, which became an act he regretted forever.

There will not be a fourth time. When Bedivere hesitated to continue concealing, King Arthur's figure had disappeared from the forest.Unable to return the Holy Sword and restless, the King of Britain could only pick up the Holy Lance, wandering in the cracks, and became the God of Storms known as "Wild Hunt" by later generations.

Bedivere, holding the sword of the oath of victory in his hand, realized how serious a mistake he had made, but he had lost any trace of King Arthur at this time.

——The holy sword must be returned to the king, and she must be given her own tranquility.

Bedivere, who was only human, made a belief at that moment that he would accompany him for more than a thousand years.

The "silver one-armed knight" disappeared, replaced by a nameless man with a holy sword in his hand, unable to die but afraid to live, weaker than anyone else, but also stronger than anyone else.

The erosion of the years made King Arthur gradually assimilated by the godhead of the Holy Lance, gradually forgetting all his feelings about human beings, leaving only his calm and cold thoughts.

The erosion of the years made Bedivere gradually shackled by the obsession of "survival". He did not obtain the emptiness and detachment of the gods. After returning the holy sword, "death" trembled so much that he couldn't make a sound.

But even so, he still took his own steps, wandering in various worlds like looking for a needle in a haystack, just to return the holy sword that could not be returned to King Arthur again.

Finally, after a plethora of worlds that were thriving or dying, Bedivere arrived in Jerusalem, the site of the Crusades.

He finally saw the Lion King who had been devoured by the Holy Lance. At this time, the other party could no longer see a trace of the original King Arthur, whether it was appearance or behavior.

In any case, my pursuit for thousands of years is about to come to an end, and the only question is-do I really have the courage to confront the Lion King?

Deprived of King Arthur's right to die, she became a wandering storm spirit, and even had to turn against the knights of the round table.

Most importantly, your own life will also come to an end.

Bedivere's trembling could not be stopped, and at this moment, he met a black-haired young man who also came from another world and seemed very reassuring for some reason.

"Betty!? What happened just now!"

The lingering roar brought Bedivere back from his brief absence.

At this time, the two were resisting the magic power released from the Lion King's Holy Spear. Although they had just used the cover of Xianyu, and the moment when the Lion King hesitated to see him, he attached the black mud to each other's body, but The Lion King offensive didn't end there.The suffocating magic power continued to hit everyone like ocean waves. Tia's magic power had bottomed out when she was protecting Xianyu before, and Xiao Mo was firmly suppressed because of her compatibility problem.

The golden light continuously radiated from Bedivere's arm, and that light naturally reminded Xianyu of the EX curry stick used by Artoria in the Fuyuki Holy Grail Battle.

"The matter of the holy sword... we will talk about it later! The spirit foundation of the Lion King has not changed!"

Clenching his teeth to endure the severe pain that even his soul began to boil, Bedivere yelled while offsetting the impact of the holy sword with his arms.

"I don't know much about spirit foundations, but the plan is indeed effective! The Lion King is indeed being changed!"

Xian Yu replied very firmly, and at the same time, the magic power released by the Holy Lance did indeed begin to slow down to the extent visible to the naked eye.

"What did you change?! It's flashing, I can't see anything clearly! Hey! Tell me what happened, Qiulijiao!"