Tribute to the Demon King

"... I won't say anything about the previous ones. But you say... I'm just a piece of Eden?"

Zhou Yi's peaceful voice sounded: "You guessed wrong, Lion King."

"—I am Eden."

Following Zhou Yi's whispers, the wall of light surrounding Camelot collapsed without warning.

That was the sheath of the Holy Lance Lungominiade.

It collided with some kind of indescribable invisible force, but was crushed inward by the infinite force.

So the scene inside the holy city was finally revealed.

——It was a boundless wave of light.

That is, the sea at the end of the world.

When Zhou Yi, Bedivere and the Lion King looked at each other, the Knights of the Round Table around him rushed forward one after another, and trapped the Knights of the Round Table beside the Lion King one by one.

Only Zhou Yi, Bedivere and Lion King remained on the field.

"It's a pity that a friend of mine dreams of arriving here every day. But he still can't see the magnificent scenery here."

Zhou Yi still wasn't nervous, but sighed regretfully: "But that's okay, I'll tell him when I get back."

"Never mind that. This is our fight, Eden."

The Lion King said softly, "What do you want to do by involving that human being?"

Zhou Yi finally laughed out loud: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

It was the joyful smile of a director seeing a wonderful performance.

"I've already said it, 'It's not someone else who is your enemy and defeats you'—"

Chapter 82 Burn My Soul

The battle between the solemn knights in the city and Mash and the others, and the battle between the knights of the round table and the knights of the round table took place not far away.But at the time when the world collapsed and closed, the seemingly short distance completely separated the battlefields on both sides like a natural moat.

If the battlefield is divided into rings, then the innermost circle at this moment is Zhou Yi, Bedivere and Lion King.

Beside the three of them, there was silence all around, only the sound of the tide of the sea at the end of the world could be heard.

"Of course he's human."

Zhou Yi affirmed without hesitation: "There are no holy relics around me, and the heroic spirits of the past can't be attuned...the only one who can be attuned and summoned is him. Because he is not a heroic spirit, but a genuine human being. "

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, the Lion King hesitantly looked at Bedivere who had been silent all this time.

"...Who are you? Judging from your appearance, it seems that you are also a knight."

"His name is Bedivere. The knight who has been looking for you for 500 years...the last knight of the round table."

Zhou Yi said lightly.He stopped smiling, jumped off Bedivere's shoulder, and looked at the Lion King with compassion: "You shouldn't forget him."

"what are you saying?"

Looking at Bedivere's eyes full of emotion, the hesitation on the Lion King's face became more and more obvious: "I don't know the knight with this name."

"...Maybe so."

Bedivere took a deep breath, with a thin and illusory smile on his face, and there was no hint of disappointment in his words: "But if you see this, your memory will surely clear up."

He raised his right arm slowly.

On the iron arm, a dazzling starlight gradually shone.

Seeing that brilliance, the Lion King's expression finally wavered.

"The radiance is...I know, I know—it's...but..."

It was nothing but the Holy Sword of Salvation shining with the phosphorescence of the stars.

It was clearly him, the sword of the vowed victory (Excalibur) held by King Arthur——

But this knight is obviously not me...

——No, I am not King Arthur.

No, he should not be King Arthur...

"You are. Who. Me, why—"

The logical conflict broke even the words of The Lion King.

He who has become a god completely, separated from the spirituality of human beings, has become unable to understand the contradiction in front of him.

His face, which had always been expressionless, became distorted and hideous because of the unexplained pain.

"Bedivere... the name seems to be..."

The Lion King pressed his hand on his head in pain, desperately searching for his memory.

However, it cannot be found.

There was a scratching pain in the depths of the brain.The body refused to think of the name Bedivere.

However, Bedivere just whispered with a complex smile of sorrow or indifference, joy or sorrow, "I have committed an irreparable crime, my king."