I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"What, the unpleasant decoration," Mordred shattered, "We have been attacked by strange undead since just now."

Sidica raised her hand and patted the back of Mordred's head heavily.

"Why!" Mordred squatted on the ground holding the back of his head.

The corner of Hidicah's mouth twitched.

Although he is a human, his physical fitness is already above the average line. The area that may be difficult for ordinary people to walk is just a little steep for Sidica, and the same for Mordred.

So Fujimaru Tachika would take about two days' journey, and the two of them could finish the journey in a maximum of 10 minutes. Therefore, they encountered undead very frequently. Reid was disgusted, so she immediately forgot about Siddika II's request [-] minutes ago, or deliberately said it to the adult who lived in the spiritual temple.

Although Sidica didn't have any confidence in Mordred's obedience and confession, Mordred's intention to ridicule at the beginning really gave him a headache.

"Remember what I said to you just now?" Sidika asked quietly.

"Cough cough, really, can't tell the truth!" Mordred shrank his neck.

"Well," Sidika glanced at the gloomy spiritual temple, although he didn't feel any pressure, but the decoration is really, ahem, not very good.

"You think so yourself!" Mordred pointed at Sidica's nose and shouted unhappily.

However, Mordred did not notice that a light quietly cut through the air in the empty place behind her.

The rebellious knight did not notice that death had already fallen on her head, and her instincts could not predict what had happened.

【Your destiny has come. 】

It was like two flames from hell ignited in the skeleton's eye sockets.

[Sorry, her destiny has not yet reached the end]

The slender fingers gripped the blade of the great sword, and the death blow stopped at Mordred's neck.

"What the hell!" Mordred shuddered.

"It's not a ghost," Sidica kicked Mordred aside, "it's the bell ringer who announced death."

"Hey~ it seems that your destiny will never come," the faint flame jumped suddenly.

His sword is a sword that leads to death, and it is impossible for the living to block it with his hands, let alone with his fingers.

【More than one person】

Probably only he can see that there is more than one hand on the sword, the half-human half-horse sage, the ruler of death, their hands are firmly pressing on the sword, constantly pushing death away .

"No, it will come, there are no human beings in this world who will not die," Sidika let go of her sword, smiled and looked at the tall figure in front of her, "One day I will be satisfied and have no worries. Die in peace."

"No worries? That's why I say that your destiny will never come."

"It hurts, who is this guy?!" Mordred rubbed his ass, but Sidica kicked it mercilessly just now.

"Have respect, he is the first and last Hassan, the Hassan of Hassan," Siddija stretched out his hand and pulled Mordred up.

"It's the king of Hassan, then I'll call you King Hassan," Mordred patted the ashes on her body, she still didn't realize that she was almost decapitated just now.

"It's fitting to call me that," Hassan Wang pinned his sword to the ground and folded his hands at the hilt.

"Ah~ she's just a bear child," Sidica said apologetically.

"It's okay," the flames in Wang Hassan's eyes jumped.

"Hey, you two are looking down on me," Mordred said, with countless black lines hanging from his head.

Wang Hassan raised his chin slightly, while Siddija nodded very simply.

Mordred wanted to raise his big sword and give Sidica a chill, but considering that she was almost beaten by Sidica the first time she met her, Mordred gave up the fight. the behavior of.

"Hey! I need Hassan's help now, but each of them is obviously weak and stubborn," Mordred stepped back with his arms around his chest, so that he could look directly at Wang Hassan without looking up. s eyes.

Anyway, hard work for you.

"Your voice has been conveyed, and the meaning of the desire to save the era has been recognized by my sword."

"No, I don't want to save this era at all," Mordred waved his hand.

The flame in Wang Hassan's eyes jumped suddenly.

"I am a rebellious knight, even if it is engraved on history, I am evil," Mordred raised his hands, "What I ask for is [the defeat of the king who gave up people's hearts], so I need your sword, and more I need your order to all Hassan, [do your best to kill Mordred]."

"Your stupidity is beyond my imagination," Wang Hasan held the big sword. "Following your way of rebellion, what can you see at the end? Your own tragic death?"

"I can't see anything," Mordred grinned and looked at Hassan Wang without fear. "What's wrong with implementing your own wishes? Denying your own determination is the real stupidity!"

Wang Hassan fell into silence, and for the first time, the hands holding the great sword showed signs of loosening.

Curse wrist?What did the devil's arm catch in the end?Your own stupidity?Then—hand over the head!

Is it quiet?What does a poisoned body protect?The loneliness that even wild flowers can't protect?Stupid - hand over your head!

Hundred appearances?What was finally accomplished with countless wisdoms?The desire of hundreds of egos to compete for one belief?Idiot - hand over your head!

No Hassan would ever refute his trial, and the moment he showed up meant that they were no longer worthy of Hassan's name, and the time of death had come.

The first time someone refuted his trial, although it wasn't Hassan, but that stupidity far surpassed all Hassan.

Sidica chuckled and looked up at the sky.

What did the devil's arm catch in the end?own stupidity?No, it's holding up a life that is weak and cannot be protected by oneself.