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

Because she failed, she fell, she is not a qualified king, as long as she holds the sword again, she will become the king who cannot bring happiness to the people.

"King, please raise the holy sword again, because that's everyone's favorite king," Bedwell looked at Arturia with a smile, "King, you are not wrong, you are more loving than anyone, then I still remember the conversation one day, so please don't deny yourself, you are the king who knows love better than anyone else."

Arturia stared blankly at the holy sword on Bedwell's right hand.

As long as you hold it, the Lion King's efforts will be in vain, and the human beings she loves will fall into an unknown crisis.

"It doesn't matter, this time everyone will take responsibility together," Sidika said with a light smile, "The king only needs to move forward with confidence, and everyone will catch up, and he will not give up chasing, as long as the king does not forget to look back at us. Okay."

What, is it just that simple?

You are-

Artoria reached out and grasped the hilt of the holy sword, and slowly raised it above her head as if she had drawn the sword of the king for the first time.

Tell me sooner.

The king raised the holy sword again, but this time she was not pulling out the sword in the stone, but the holy sword that a knight named Bedwell crossed over 1500 years ago, even if his body turned into dust.

"Is Wang handsome?" Mordred asked softly.

"It's a long way from you." Sidica said softly.

"Liar," Mordred's body turned into a faint light and slowly floated to the sky.

"Wang is handsomer than anyone."

Chapter 42 When should you go to bed?pure white hero

"Did Wang lose?" Gao Wen sighed lightly, looking at his hands that had become transparent, "In the end, I still didn't stay by Wang's side until the last moment."

"Hate me, Gawain," Lancelot let go of his sword, "you have the right to hate me."

Gawain was stunned for a while, then shook his head with a sigh, his always sunny smile filled with bitterness at some point.

It was because of his inexcusable hatred for Lancelot that it became irreparable at that time, so this time.

"I won't hate your Lord Lancelot," Gawain retracted his sword from its scabbard, "Never again."

"Really? I was thinking that at least Gao Wenqing would punch me," Lancelot scratched his face.

Then in his field of vision, a fist enlarged infinitely.

"boom--"

"Sure enough, I'm still immature."

Gawain rubbed his fists and closed his eyes contentedly.

"It hurts," Lancelot, who was lying on the ground, touched his face and sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Son of a sad person? Why are you sad when you turn everything around and stop looking at anyone?"

Hassan Wang pinned the great sword to the ground, his hands folded at the end of the hilt, and behind him was the motionless Tristan.

"Are you self-deprecating because of your past mistakes? Stupid!"

"Crack-"

The bow in Tristan's hand split in two, and a ray of light slitted Tristan's neck.

"Hand over the head!"

That is the power above the reversal, the real death, Tristan stared blankly at the sky, his head was not cut off, what was cut off was the blessing called [reversal], was killed It was the reversed Tristan, the sad knight back, and now he had to deal with what he had done. .

"It really is--"

Tristan fell to his knees.

"It makes me sad."

Obviously he didn't understand the king, but he said irresponsible words like "The king doesn't understand people's hearts" without authorization, and it is precisely because of this that the people questioned the king.

That's why he asked the king to give him the blessing of reversal. In the past, he didn't understand the king at all, but maybe he would understand it the other way around, but what did he do in the end?

Cursed Arm looked at Tristan with complicated eyes.

He hated Tristan and wanted to kill this cruel knight who murdered refugees all the time, but since King Hassan chose to cut off the blessing and let him face everything, then he would obey.

"Curse wrist, this era will be handed over to you," Wang Hasan's figure gradually disappeared in the dust, "Even if it is the devil's arm, it is already yours, and the life you have finally picked up must not be lost again. , or I will cut off your head."

Cursing Wrist took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee in the direction of Wang Hassan's disappearance.

"Never again, let go."

"It always feels like I've been playing soy sauce," Sanzang sighed.

"Actually, you've been helping all the time," Satou Tai raised his hand and placed it on Sanzang's shoulder.

"Really?" Sanzang scratched his face in embarrassment.

"Because you didn't cause trouble!" Tatota gave a thumbs up.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You are more naughty than Wukong! I must ask the Bodhisattva for another golden hoop!"

"I actually lost to such a person," Aggiven slumped on the ground, his face was gloomy, and his face was covered in blood. No one wanted to approach him even now. Of course, he didn't want anyone to approach him.

Although I don't mind at all, it's still the same as before, no one likes it when I'm alive, and no one cares when I die.