Dark Soul Moon

Footsteps came from the darkness, and Hector immediately became vigilant.

He changed his posture to embrace the sleeping Arturia with one hand, and drew out the knight sword with the other hand.

Ember stood where he was, with the firelight shining on the golden lion helmet, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Soon, more than a dozen Saxons in leather armor appeared, holding various weapons in their hands.

After seeing the other party's messy attire, Hector breathed a sigh of relief, which proved that the other party was not under the humble king, but a foreign soldier who took advantage of the fire.

"Your Excellency, please take care of Artoria, I will deal with them." Hector said to Ashes.

"Give them to me." Ashes said aloud.

His voice was cold, and his eyes under the helmet looked at the Saxons around him, as if he was thinking about something.

Hector was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Ashes to deal with these people by himself.

"Then leave it to Your Excellency."

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Artoria was awakened, and she opened her hazy eyes who were still sleeping just now.

"What happened..." she asked a little confused.

Then, the smell of blood passed into her nose.

Artoria woke up instantly.

She surveyed the surrounding scene.

With the help of the firelight, she saw the fallen bodies in all directions.

There was only one wound on the body, either to the throat or to the heart.

The faces of the dead aliens were full of horror, as if they had seen something terrifying.

An exquisite knight sword was inserted in front of her.

Arturia looked up at Ashes.

"Pick it up and kill him." Ashes said.

Behind him, there was a foreigner who had lost the ability to resist, his limbs were broken by ashes, and he was wailing.

Arturia looked down at the knight sword, and then she picked it up.

Seeing Arturia pick up the Lothric knight sword, Ashes nodded.

"Come here and kill him."

He motioned Arturia to kill the defenseless prisoner.

"..." Artoria looked at the sword in her hand, and then at the wailing aliens on the ground who had no ability to resist.

"Your Excellency..." A look of unbearableness flashed in Actor's eyes, not because of that alien.

Rather, a dead alien is a good alien.

The reason why he can't bear it is because Wang is only five years old now, and he wants to let her be stained with blood.

Even if the king will definitely see blood in the future, but now, Hector still hopes that the young king can stay away from all this, at least, until she grows up.

"What are you hesitating for?" Ashes urged, looking at Arturia who still hadn't made a move.

Looking at the alien, Artoria picked up the knight sword and came in front of him.

There was terror in the Saxon's eyes, and then he gave a begging look.

Artoria hesitated, she couldn't do it.

Not pity each other, but fear.

Fear of the act of killing.

Even she herself doesn't understand why she has such fear.

After taking this step, she can never go back.

Her gut told her so.

"..." Ashes just looked at her silently.

Arturia's hands were shaking.

"Hey!"

Blood spattered on the young Wang's face.

She subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked it.

The sword of the knight pierced deeply into the heart of the Saxons.

The expression on the corpse's face was frozen forever.

Arturia still didn't make a move after all, but her hand was covered with another person's hand.

It was Ashes' hand.