Yahweh doesn't want to talk

"And the only person whose identity is unknown in this singularity should be the great Persian hero whose whereabouts are unknown."

At the same time, the great hero who had just shot a wave of arrows and was running at full speed in the distance suddenly jumped off his horse and kicked the person behind him off.

The young man who was also carried off the horse by the hero did not even wait for Zhang Kai to ask.

Only the sound of wind piercing through the ears was heard by everyone, and in just a moment, the originally intact warhorse was instantly turned into a pool of blood mist.

The young man who was originally standing beside the hero, wearing armor, a feather crown and holding a spear, looked at the handsome horse in front of him which turned into a pool of blood mist. He instantly became furious and galloped towards the direction where the arrow came from.

When the two sides were staring at each other in the desert, the young man with the spear in the lead rushed towards Kuuga with his spear, which had turned extremely red and was reverberating in all directions, while he yelled, "Damn it! How dare you kill my horse!!!"

Seeing the young man so excited, the hero asked in confusion, "Xiao Li...what is this?"

The white-haired Taoist priest carrying three swords smiled and said, "Just think his wife is dead."

"The great hero of Persia? It's a pity that we don't have time, otherwise I would really like to learn archery from you."

Tristan opened the vacuum spin and rushed towards the hero with Lancelot.

The dark Sora didn't bother to waste time and just let out a supernatural rage to show his respect.

In an instant, the black flames burned everything in sight, leaving only a huge sand pit.

But when the flames dissipated, the hero and his group were unharmed.

No, not just one group of people, but the place where the other side stood was protected.

“Beautiful mountains and rivers!”

The lightsaber that is invisible to others is inserted into the ground to form an invisible field, and the speed of the enemies in it will be uncontrollably reduced.

Then the white-haired Taoist priest with three swords on his back flew out and faced the dark knight together with the gun-wielding young man who had stepped forward alone before and was now covered in red light.

The young man with the gun was also unharmed, and even his horse was not hurt.

"I hate this kind of crappy skills in games like this."

As he spoke, Sora also drew out his own great sword and went forward to meet the attack.

Lancelot, who had already rushed to the front of the great hero, raised the indestructible lake light with a blue glow and chopped down at the archer's head.

But the great hero took the lead and used his bow to whip Lancelot's horse, knocking it to the ground.

Lancelot quickly jumped off his horse and was about to attack again.

There was a loud bang, and a familiar, huge...table?

It fell from the sky and smashed towards him.

Volume 3: The Sacred Round Table Realm of the Crossing: Chapter 50: God's Grace Given Randomly

"That is?"

“Round table!!”

It's not the Knights of the Round Table, but the round table that Guinevere's father, King Uther Pendragon, sent for King Arthur's wedding.

That's the round table itself.

As a member of King Arthur's original table knights, Lancelot was no stranger to this.

What's more, he had seen this thing before, and...

Galahad, his son, the one who was supposed to wait for the day of his sanctification.

Unfortunately, for Lancelot, a professional warrior who has been on the battlefield for a long time, a temporary pause in thinking does not mean a rest for the body.

Otherwise, just this one strike might have been enough to achieve - goodbye, my father, and my cowardice, this achievement.

Thick dust was constantly being raised, and the sound of violent weapon collisions could be heard.

That is the sound of a loving father and a filial daughter.

On the other hand, Chaldea and a certain god also arrived at the battlefield.

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a little strange, it was simply unscientific that it took such a long time to get here, but they found the other party so quickly.

But now is really not the time to think about these things.

Aoko, Yakumomu and Zaodejin directly faced off against Kuuga, who was arguably the strongest being on the other side, in their transformed state.

The young man on horseback and the Taoist priest exchanged positions with the Chaldean group in an instant and moved directly to Tristan.

The others ran directly into the remaining Knights of Justice.

"It is true that Lord Kuuga's enemies are quite strong, but it is unexpected that Lord Lancelot would be temporarily entangled."

After gently moving the vacuum arrows to force the two back and then dodging the arrows of the hero, Tristan said calmly: "But we are not the only ones here."

"Sir Gareth!"

"So, those people are handed over to me?"

The moment Tristan finished speaking, a knight holding a seemingly orthodox knight's spear fell from the sky.

However, in stark contrast to the armor covering his entire body, the voice coming from under the helmet was a woman's voice.

It didn't sound like a warrior's voice, but more like that of a young girl.

Because she held a transformation ring, she always appeared as a man in public during her lifetime, but the fact that she was a woman was no secret among the round table.

So in a sense, the Round Table is not blind. At least it is much better than the Demon Pillars...

But if the Round Table is not blind... then what is going on with Altria's situation...?

I really can't figure it out.

At this moment, Gareth was wearing the gauntlets of knight armor just like he did in his lifetime, but the hands underneath the armor no longer bore the name of the former Duke of Beauty.

She is one of the children of King Lot and his witch concubine Morgan.

The rebellious knight Mordred is her half-brother.

Also known as Gaheriet. Or Beaumains (beautiful hands)

When she was alive, even until the last moment, her hands were as white as if she had never held a weapon.

Although theoretically speaking, the title of "Lord of the Beautiful Palm" is not a very kind name for a warrior or a knight.

But for a young girl, it is not a bad thing.

She used to be pure at heart.

Just like when Gedwin intended to expose the affair between Princess Guinevere and Sir Lancelot, he forced Gareth to assist him as a witness.

Gareth said, "I will not say anything strange to Sir Lancelot, who knighted me," and left sadly.

Afterwards, Agrawen successfully caught Sir Lancelot committing adultery, but was killed in return.

Princess Guinevere was arrested and sentenced to death. Gareth was asked to attend Guinevere's execution, but she claimed that "I am not attending against my own will", so she did not wear any weapons or protective gear.

This also became the fuse of misfortune.

Gareth was caught off guard and his skull was smashed by Sir Lancelot, who successfully rescued the princess.

Even on the day when it all ends.

The knight who came to help Princess Guinevere did not see his own image at all in his eyes.

Or the fact is that even if he had realized it, he would still have killed himself without hesitation.

Even though she respected Lancelot so much, she did not hate anyone.

But now, those hands, which had never been stained by any haze or dust like her heart, now looked as if they were burnt.

Just as few people know, the handsome prince with a mask covering his face, the brave wolf among the Knights of the Round Table, is in a state of madness and despair.

Although she might maintain a certain degree of restraint in front of her colleagues at the round table, the moment the battle started, she would let out a howl that was almost like crying.

Kill her or be killed by her, there is no other way...

Ugly, unbearable, painful, this is perhaps what the girl is feeling at this moment.

No one knew that beneath the helmet, the beautiful girl's face was always covered with tears.

She had forgotten what she was grieving for.

But she knew that her heart was already torn into pieces at this moment.

For her now, fighting is just a way to seek relief.

“Oooooohhhhhhh!!!”

Finally, with a nearly roaring posture, the wolf girl rushed towards the people who were attacking the Knight of Justice.

The young man who was watching the play first appeared in front of the crazy and desperate girl. For the girl who had lost her mind, he was her prey.

The young man tilted his head, smiled at the girl who rushed towards him and asked, "Hey? Do you want to wield your weapon against God?"

Click.

The sound of a slashing blow was heard, but the result was the figure of the young knight falling down, holding her chest.

Waving weapons at God is like throwing rocks at the sky; you will only end up hurting yourself.

It seemed as if the intense pain temporarily overwhelmed the madness, wildness and craziness.

The girl asked slowly, almost spitting it out: "You...are?"

"So, I hate things like the Throne of Heroes. Can't I just let it rest for a while?"

As he spoke, the young man came to the girl's side and took off her helmet.

"My name is Kang Hao, but I think you won't understand this name in your language. After all, the story of the Tower of Babel should also appear in this world."

The young man gently stroked the girl's smooth short hair and said softly: "In this case, you can call me the first or the last."

"I forgive you and all your sins. There will be a place for you in this paradise."

"You will be disturbed."

"Rest in peace, Gareth."

Unlike Mr. Lancelot, who was a complete scumbag in Kang Hao's eyes, Gareth seemed to have no bad deeds either during her lifetime or after her death, so Kang Hao easily pardoned her sins.

Although it seems very childish, that's Kang Hao's personality.

It has nothing to do with beliefs, race or anything else, it just makes me happy.

Volume 3: The Sacred Round Table Realm of the Crossing: Chapter 51: The Similarity Called the Black God

Shrouded in mist like chalk, in the immaculate whiteness of the magnificent city, its towering towers cannot be felt or seen.

The blonde goddess suddenly stood up and opened her green eyes filled with divinity to look through the towering divine wall.

"Gare... ah..."

"I can't feel it anymore. The breath has disappeared here..."

"Who is it?"

Maybe this was the best situation in a sense for the child, but the current situation was that the contract died long before Gareth's breath died.

The two things that were clearly causally related had completely lost their connection and ended before he could even be alerted. This was what she cared about.

The goddess raised her unfeminine firm hand, and the divine spear formed by the fusion of the Spear of Heaven and the top inside and outside appeared in her hand. The gems of time and space shone with a deep light, presenting the long river of time and cause and effect before her.

Following the karma and summons of the past, the goddess of contract strode into the long river with proud steps, but an incomparably huge giant with thunder patterns on its head stretched out from the torrent of time that she had just pulled open.

"Surprise!!!!!"

"Arthur!!!!"

A dazzling white light was emanating from the dragon's mouth.

It was the Holy Flame of Heaven, the fire of judgment of the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah that the Lord of Kings sent down from the sun, and it sprayed directly onto the pretty face of the goddess.

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On the other hand, when Gare was forgiven and ascended to the ninth heaven, the other Knights of the Round Table also felt it for the first time. That was the overall loss of the existence called "Original Table".

This means that a corner of it has completely disappeared from the range of their perception.

On the battlefield, as soon as Gareth disappeared, Lancelot and Heikong changed their tactics at the same time. They took the enhanced red cards from Matthew and several Sword 3 players head-on, and then flew backwards with the power of the attack.