My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

It's not because they underestimate the enemy, but for an enemy of this level, an ordinary army is just an ant that can be easily crushed.

Instead of wasting troops, it is better to set up a battle array and fight with real swords and guns.

Warrior, come forward and declare your name!

Me? Shuo Yue stepped forward, faced the old man face to face, and responded with a burning smile, The living person, Shuo Yue!

Such bright eyes, just like the man at the Battle of Ipsus... The old man admired in a low voice, and then he became angry and shouted, I am a veteran of the emperor's command, Antigonus!

Be upright and upright here——

A showdown!

Where is this place?

Miyu and Miyu stood back to back, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked warily at the soldiers surrounding them.

Just now, she attacked Iskandar with a sword. However, as the world began to spin, her figure disappeared before her eyes, replaced by the fact that she was behind bars.

We have obviously broken into the center of the formation...

No one can fully control the situation of the war, just like no one can fully grasp the truth. An old but wise voice sounded, and He Meiyou followed the sound, and a hale and hearty old man walked forward slowly with a cane.

No introduction is needed. As long as you meet this old man, you will be able to understand what a great sage this man is.

Ancient sage, Alexander's teacher, Aristotle... Miyou looked serious, and the old man said slowly:

I'm sorry, King Arthur, and lovely girls. For the sake of my now unlovable students, please leave.

A magical array comparable to the age of gods opened in an instant, and the sage whose strength surpassed Iskandar waved his wooden staff and summoned a magical rain of light forward without hesitation!

Chapter 135: Come to your senses, Berserker

Projection loading)!

The circuit of projection flowed, and the jagged ax and sword condensed in an instant. The young man closed his golden eyes. The twelve trials that the hero experienced, the twelve glory were transported to the body like blood, with the beating of the heart. throughout.

The magic lifted up his robe, and the golden flying sand stirred up the burning breath.

Shooting hundreds of heads·Slashing sword skills!!!

The war spear from bottom to top was easily shattered, and the huge and heavy ax sword drove the arm to swing, cutting out a mirror-like arc in an instant.

After a brief period of stillness, nine cracks shot up into the sky behind the one-eyed old man. Blood splashed like a waterfall, mixed with the gravel, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Ahem... Blood poured out uncontrollably from the corner of Antico's mouth. After withstanding this blow, his spiritual energy inevitably collapsed, and golden spiritual seeds scattered from his body.

As expected, I am better at military strategy than personal force.

Shuo Yue slowly retracted the ax blade and raised her eyebrows upon hearing this: You are just a victor and a defeated bandit. Or maybe you have been on the Throne of Heroes for too long and your bones are rusty?

Ha, can't you give me some face? In the hearty laughter, the figure of the military god disappeared, and after confirming Antigonus's exit, Shuo Yue sighed, dispersed his ax and sword, and held his finger. There was a sudden stabbing pain.

When Shuo Yue lowered her head, the stinging pain had long since turned into numbness, and even the feeling had disappeared.

Staring at the stiff fingers indifferently, Shuo Yue then looked around and looked at——

Caught in conflict with Seleucus and the army, defeat is only a matter of time. Although Hemiyou's life is not in danger for the time being, under the pressure of Aristotle and Amon's priests, he may fall into decline first.

Even for him, it would be difficult for him to continue squandering it.

So, activate one of your trump cards.

Kariya!

Understood! Kariya responded, holding the jar of insects. He stared at the three-stroke command spell on the back of his hand and gritted his teeth.

The situation in front of him did not allow him to hesitate, it was their best chance to break the situation.

So, he raised his right hand high and exercised the power that belonged to the Master:

By command spell - regain your sanity, Lancelot!

There is no point in hiding his true name. When the holy sword is unsheathed, that man's existence will surely shine like the light of a lake.

However, at the first stroke of the command curse, he just looked up to the sky and roared, and the madness on his body dissipated slightly, revealing the dark armor.

Is it as expected by Shuo Yue... Kariya smiled bitterly and finally gave up his fantasy.

I command you with the second command spell - free yourself from the prison of madness!

I declare with the third command spell - I will loosen the chains of the prisoner and return from the chaos, Lancelot, Knight of the Lake!

One after another, the red light shines. Under the influence of the command spell, the highest achievement of Matou Zangyan's life, which can cause miracles, the spiritual impact of the madness of his career skills is gradually being eliminated. offset.卄

This is one of Shuo Yue's trump cards. You must know that the strength of Lancelot who has not gone crazy and the Knight of the Lake who has gone crazy are two different concepts!

As the command spell came into effect, the madness that filled Lancelot's body gradually dissipated. The hideous face under the helmet returned to its original handsomeness, and the armor contaminated by the ominous magic returned to its original smoothness. .

When the last trace of chaos in his eyes disappeared, Lancelot finally returned to his proper posture, the flower of knighthood that once fascinated thousands of women like Diarmuid - the Knight of the Lake!

! That calm call proved that Lancelot had regained his mind.

No, Knight of the Lake, my servant, you already know what to do. Yanye took a deep breath, discarded the empty jar, and took out a new magic jar.

Yes, although I fell into madness, I still remember everything you said. Lancelot nodded slightly, looking past Seleucus uncontrollably and locking on the blond figure with blue eyes in the distance.

Looking at that figure with longing, longing, and slightly intoxicated eyes, the knight slowly said the name he had called countless times in his dream.

My king.

Naturally, she also noticed the fluctuations of the command spell, and when she caught a glimpse of the familiar man, even though she was surrounded, her eyes widened and she was shocked and lost her voice:

You are... Sir Lancelot! How is it possible? I didn't expect that you are really you? My friend!

Even though she was too far away to hear the sound, looking at her anxious expression due to joy, Lancelot showed a slightly helpless smile:

Even though I am the culprit who destroyed the Round Table, you still maintain this attitude towards me... Yes, this is you, King.

Slowly leaning down, the man known as the First Knight of the Round Table whispered:

Please wait a moment, my king.

This time, I won't miss it again.

The next moment, a hurricane swept through.

This is by no means a killing that an irrational wild beast can do. This is because the terror of the beast lies in its itself, while the terror of humans lies in its behavior.

Amidst the splashing blood, Lancelot felt as if he was in no one's land. He no longer chased and beat the soldiers, but purposefully and plannedly fought a bloody path, even for a soldier who was not afraid of death. They came up one after another, but the charge of the Knight on the Lake never slowed down, but became more intense, like a bright shooting star.

Well! Seleucus, who was trying to catch up with Lancelot, stopped suddenly and had to catch a soldier who was flying out. Looking at Lancelot's figure without looking back, he couldn't bear it. Keep smiling.

As a result, the soldiers have become your best counterattack tools. You are worthy of being the legendary first knight...

In just a few minutes, Lancelot fought his way out of the encirclement, then entered the encirclement again, and came to the person he wanted to see most.

As expected, it's you, Sir Lancelot! Looking at the man walking towards her, her eyes were filled with the joy of meeting again after a long absence, My friend, my pride, the knight of my dreams.

With a wry smile, Lancelot shook his head at the king he dreamed of.

Please stop calling me that, my king. It is a title that can only be used by a loyal and perfect knight. I, who betrayed you, no longer deserve that title.

No, no, you just denied it urgently, That's not a betrayal at all. I have already forgiven you, Lancelot!

Then the man's handsome expression became more and more sad.

Forgive...forgive me for trampling on that trust and friendship and leaving the king?

Yes, I believe you...

My king, you are always like this.

After interrupting his words, Lancelot sighed deeply and poured out the regrets and fears that had accumulated in his heart for countless years:

You are always like this...ignoring yourself and thinking about others wholeheartedly. That's why I, the rest of us, are willing to gather under your command and fight for you.

But King, you know, I have always wanted you to punish me personally. I hope you will ask me for your anger!

If this is the case - at least I can still convince myself that the King of Knights who commands us is not some terrifying inhuman thing, but has a human heart, a soul, and can cry and laugh. , the person who can be angry and happy is the Holy King that we deeply love and follow!

But you...forgave me!

Chapter 136 Atonement and the selection of candidates

That was the fear that cursed Lancelot for the rest of his life.

That was the source of Lancelot's descent into madness.

In Celtic mythology, Finn, who had his fiancée taken away, refused to save Diarmuid, knocked over the fountain of life twice, and sent the chief of the Fiona Knights to hell with his own hands.

However, Lancelot, who had an affair with Princess Guinevere and defected, was forgiven by King Arthur. The clean and pure king said that he and the princess would be forgiven.

[If it is your action, then it must be sincere. I believe you. 】

To this day, Lancelot still can't believe it.

That was true. There was no falsehood in the king's words. The king was blessing them, blessing the unfaithful knight and princess, as if he felt at ease that that was the most correct outcome.

...If I were in the same position as the king, could I forgive the betrayer?

No, that premise is wrong. The king is different from us in this premise. He is neither a human being nor raised as a human being.

She is a king who exists only to protect the country. After all, she has hidden her true identity for ten years and strangled herself for that reason just to protect the people.

He who does not know the happiness of being a human being loves the happiness of people.

Ah, that petite and beautiful king is like a monster, a monster that surpasses Vortigern——

A sad monster that twists and tramples on its own way of existence.

I don't have the courage to face the king anymore.

Therefore, I chose to run away because of fear. In the end, I missed the battle of Kamlan and the final farewell to the king.

But this time, I won't run away no matter what.

With a loud noise, the knight in armor knelt down on one knee, using the most solemn etiquette to beg his beloved king for salvation.

I didn't catch up with the Battle of the Sword Fence, which is a lifelong regret. So this time, please let me open the way for you. King, if you can allow me, maybe I can pay back some of the sins I have carried. .”

Looking at Lancelot who was kneeling on the ground, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She wanted to say, as before, that Lancelot was not at fault, that he did not need to forgive or pay for his sins. However, Lancelot's attitude told her that this was wrong, so what should she do?