My mother's love song

After a brief and fierce battle, all of Hassan's hundreds of faces were killed by his magic bow and disappeared into the air without a trace.

In front of him, Quiet Hassan's heart was pierced by an invisible string and he fell to the ground, motionless.

Only Cursed-Arm Hassan's whereabouts were unknown.

I'm afraid he realized the situation was hopeless and fled long ago.

After all, they are just lowly and dirty mountain people.

“Huh… hehe.”

The red-haired knight suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Sadness... How sad it is. It's really too sad.

Your desperate plan is in vain. Well, all the thieves who rebelled against the king..."

Suddenly, the knight's words stopped.

A strange scarlet light bloomed behind Tristan.

Tristan, who sensed something was wrong just by the murderous aura, turned around, drew the dagger from his waist, and stabbed through the arm of Hassan the Cursed Wrist that was stretched out towards him.

"Got it...! This arm finally got you, Tristan!"

Cursed-arm Hassan growled excitedly.

“Haha, hahahahahahahahaha…! So what?”

After Tristan said this.

Gurgle. Gurgle.

What is there

Lowering his head, he looked at his chest with his eyes that had long since gone blind.

Gulu. Gulu. Gulu.

Something is moving

What is this!?!?

The sudden fear made him reach for the bowstring.

"This is the end of the last struggle."

唰

An invisible blade cleanly cut off the strange arm of Hassan the Cursed.

The other shot passed through the assassin's body.

Instantly, a slash appeared on Assassin's shoulder, from the shoulder to the heart.

Hassan the Cursed fell to the ground, and Tristan said to him.

“Your heart is broken, your compatriots sacrificed their lives to catch me, and my wrists were cut off.

What can you do now..."

Creep. Creep. Creep.

“…The arm is actually moving automatically…!? No, this is…!?”

Speed ​​up the creep.

High-speed creeping.

The moment the crimson devil's wrist was cut off, it rolled in Tristan's body like a runaway horse or boiling soup.

Hassan the Cursed Arm covered his cut chest, and the skull mask nailed to his face seemed to be smiling: "My arm was plundered from the demon god [Shai Yi Tuo Nai].

Although it has been controlled by a spell...but now, the spell is lifted.

The demon will gain a body and devour me, the thief, and you, the sacrifice."

"...!"

Tristan frantically grabbed the moving magic wrist and tried to pull it out of his body.

However, no matter how hard this invincible superman tried, the dark red cursed object was still firmly nailed to his body.

“Wuwu ...! Why can’t we separate? Please separate us quickly!

Uwaaa, how could it be using our spirit base as food!?"

“Ha, ha…! This is unbearable, this pain feels like being pierced through the whole body!

I'm sorry, Sir Tristan. Although we are enemies, I really admire your abilities.

We are also people who survive by our skills. You put so much effort into that bow, and went through so much hard work...

When I think of all the hellish experiences you've gone through so far, I can't help but admire them.

But! That's why you belong to Hell! Let's go together, Tristan! "

"Will I die...?! Being eaten by such an ugly monster!?"

He no longer looked at the demon in his arms, but instead looked at Assassin with an incredible expression.

The Knight of the Round Table screamed passionately: "You will die too! The pain is the same! Why do you do this?

You are willing to sacrifice your own life! ... You are clearly not bound by the [Blessing]!"

"We don't need any blessings." Cursed Wrist replied.

“Coexist with the barren land, protect the compatriots living here, and regard the teachings born on this land as all your own!

We don’t care about other countries! We don’t care about ideal countries! We love the people who live in this land!

We were born for this, and we die for this! This is our original commandment as the Old Men of the Mountain... Gurg!"

The last arrow made Hassan the Cursed shut his mouth.

"It was your mistake to let my right hand move freely... With just one finger, I can launch [Felnot]."

Tristan turned around and dragged his heavy body forward aimlessly.

"Well... it seems that I am beyond saving... because half of my body has been eaten by the demon god...

Pagans and the like... Originally, to me, they were insignificant...

You actually said that I am nothing, that I make a living by my craft... Haha. This belief [wording] is too foul..."

Tristan, the Son of Sorrow, is a famous handsome man in Britain.

Rumor has it that even fairies would care about their appearance in front of him and hide in the bushes to groom themselves.

If the target is a woman, the amorous glance will penetrate the archer in the woman's heart before the arrow hits her.

However, his once androgynous and handsome face had now become so hideous that it was unrecognizable.

Just then, Tristan's sight returned.

"Did the eyeball grow back?"

He fell to the ground, stretched out his hand, and looked at his fingers that had killed countless lives.

The slender white fingers were covered with keratin scales, and dagger-like bones protruded from between the fingers like a murder weapon.

It was no longer a human thing; it was a hand that only a monster that did not exist anywhere in this world could possess.

“And just like that… the evil knight… finally became a monster too ugly to look at.

Haha. Since I came to this land... it's been nothing but sad things. But at the moment of death... I finally saw something happy.

It's really terrifying, persistence... no, should I say, faith..."

"■■■■■■■■■■■■..."

The lump of flesh that was once called the Son of Sorrow squirmed.

……

……

……

"…Am I…still alive?"

Hassan the Cursed lay on the ground, dying.

My hands and feet couldn't move, and all the nerves in my body seemed to be torn apart.

"Haha... But I can only hold out for a few more minutes at most."

A creepy sound came from not far away. He looked up, and with his blood-stained eyes, he could only see a blurry, wriggling shadow.

"That's... the demon god [Shai Yi Tuo Nai] who has gained a physical body... He looks like a beast that only knows how to eat and is not worth mentioning...

But I can’t do anything to him in my current state… Sorry, Salia, Rushd, I’m also…”

A gust of wind blew over Hassan the Cursed Wrist.

He looked up and saw that the demon god, who was alive and kicking just now, had been beautifully split into two.

The smooth cross-section revealed after the strange-shaped demon was cut in two demonstrated the executioner's divine swordsmanship.

"Are you... the first-generation master?"

Hassan the Cursed Arm said to the man who killed the demon in an instant.

"Ah, yes."

Rhodes was stunned at first, then he lowered his voice and said.

“It is me.”

It seems that because of the previous battle, Cursed-Arm Hassan lost too much blood and actually thought of himself as King Hassan.

After returning to the battlefield from the Tower of the End, Rhodes happened to see Hassan and others fighting Tristan, so he decided to reclaim Silence.

Fortunately, I made it in time.

When he was about to throw the unconscious Qi'er into the conceptual universe, he was stopped by Hassan the Cursed.

“Oh… First Generation, sir… yes… we have already agreed that you will hand over this head after the task is completed…”

Hassan the Cursed Wrist struggled to raise one arm, then knelt down in the direction of Rhodes.

“Please forgive me for my current state. Lord Shodai, please accept my head.”

Rhodes glanced at Hassan the Cursed Wrist, then turned and left.

"!?"

The giant man kneeling on the ground said in surprise: "Please, please wait a moment! Why... why don't you take my life!?"

"That's strange. I just chopped off the head of Hassan the Cursed Arm."

Rhode glanced at the demon's corpse and said, "This corpse's arm belongs to the Cursed Arm, so this must be the Cursed Arm."

I never thought that I would not only play as BeastVI, but also as Grand Assassin.

If there is a Grand Actor, it must be me.

He said to Hassan, who looked surprised, "You are no longer an old man in the mountains. Therefore, there is no need for me to attack you.

...Although dying to avoid responsibility is our norm, I never thought... that someone could complete the mission alive.

Stand up straight. Immature assassin, you are the only one of the nineteen who escaped the shackles of the old man. "

"How...how could this happen?"

Hassan the Cursed-Arm, who was left there, muttered to himself with mixed emotions.

“Do you mean that I can stay in this era and devote all my energy to the revival of the mountain people?

Hahahahahahahaha. Although I have completed many tasks, there is no task more worthwhile than this one.

I, Hanam, will definitely complete it at the cost of my life..."

Well, come on, curse wrist.

Rhodes picked up Quiet Hassan from the ground, turned around and waved at him: Work harder to give Rushd a younger brother.