Light Spirit Epic Chapter 654: Awakening to the Source of Sin (4)

Chapter 64 Awakening to the Source of Sin

"You're all the other way around. ♀ Are the entire Rangers an insider?" Facing his former superior, Arthur hummed disdainfully.

Zac sneered nonchalantly: "No, we were originally ordered by Queen Morgan to infiltrate the Knights of the Northern Sky. We were not part of the Knights of the Northern Sky in the first place, so there is no betrayal."

"You are capable of brainwashing the entire knights into thinking that you are your companions." Arthur waved his sword, ready to attack at any time, "but, that's all. You and I were never friends, Nor will they be companions. Our fate will end here—die!!"

The King of Knights suddenly interrupted the conversation, and the holy sword in his hand has drawn a golden arc, sweeping towards Zac's chest!

Keng! The knight in black armor raised his sword to block, and blocked King Arthur's attack with a very neat and tidy technique.

"It's a shame. I've always considered you a friend," Zach whispered.

"From the moment you resigned yourself to becoming a minion of the dark, it was doomed that we could not be friends!!" The King of Knights swept out three swords, each fast and ruthless, attacking Zach's Three ways up, down, and down!

Dangdangdang! Not to be outdone, the black-armored knight waved the black sword in his hand, deflecting all attacks crisply and neatly.

Arthur did not stop his hands and feet after the three-hit combo. His left hand had already squeezed a dragon fireball and threw it at Zac's face from a close distance!

"Hmm!" Zach groaned, raising his left arm high to block the fireball. The flames burst on his gauntlets, burning half of his arm and half of his face.

"Sure enough---" Arthur had already retreated ten yards, observing the opponent from a distance, "I feel that your swordsmanship is a little familiar from a long time ago. Is that true?"

Zach put his arms down, and traces of make-up showed under his half-burned "face".

"Your swordsmanship is exactly the swordsmanship handed down from the Pantoracken royal family---"The King of Knights pointed at his opponent with his holy sword." Even if you changed the style of your moves and deliberately concealed it, you couldn't hide it from my eyes.

------The little moves you make are exactly the same as his. I watched him practice swordsmanship when I was a child, and I knew it better than anyone else!

Show your true colors, Zach! ---No, I should have called you to be...[Lord Grand Duke]? "

"Humm, ahahahahahahaha!" The black armor knight gradually turned from sneer to a loud and loud smile, and the camouflage on his face shake a lot with the body's tremor: "What is really true? I can't hide it from you, Arthur!"

The knight in black armor grabbed the neck with one hand and ripped it hard! The camouflage cortex on his face was immediately torn, and Zach showed the prototype. ♀

The faint green light from the lightsaber in the knight's hand illuminates the darkness.

The green light shone brightly, reflecting the resolute and thin face of the Celestial Knight Uther D. Pantoracken.

The same green light also reflected the more determined, thinner face of Uther's son, Arthur D. Pantoracken.

As a father, as a son.

"It's really a bad relationship." Arthur muttered in a low voice, but there was endless anger in his heart. "Who copied you? Morgans? Morgan? Why can't you let father Really rest in peace, but want to copy a fake and blaspheme the dead? Gunther is like this, and now even you?!"

"Well, God knows." There was a subtle expression on Uther's face, which was composed of confusion and sigh, mixed with complex emotions of love and alienation.

"I just know that this is probably what Queen Morgan was looking for--she must be trying to take advantage of this to taunt us.

Obviously they are father and son, but at this moment, we are killing each other.

---That woman's heart is so black! "

"If you don't want to, just don't listen to that woman." Arthur replied coldly.

"You know that's impossible." Uther the replicator smiled wryly. As an emerald knight, he had no choice but to obey his master's orders was the truth.

The King of Knights kept telling himself that the man in front of him was not his real father.

No, not even Arthur himself is the real Arthur, he's just a replica of the little boy who used to be called "Arthur" - "cyborg number nine".

False father, false son, false family, false karma.

What else is there to hesitate?

At the same time, Rome's front line, Brindisi's medical room.

"Ugh." Albert lay on the bed, still having a splitting headache.

"It's useless," said the Gaia knight Cador sarcastically. "Even if you can't die if you pierce your heart with a sword, you lie down because of a little poison?"

When the tiger man frowned, the black tiger pattern on his brow wrinkled into a high-smiley word: "Why do you know that my heart was pierced?"

"Why?" Cadore was stunned for a moment, and then said as a matter of course: "This is also a question, there is a battle recorder on His Majesty King Arthur's dragon ride."

"...Okay." Albert had no choice but to lie down quietly.

At this time, a leopard girl peeked outside the door, and her actions were seen by Cador.

"Come in if you have something to say." Cador shouted bluntly, "I have to go too, the battleship summoned by Grand Duke Hall is about to set off for the battlefield at the World Wall, I have to help ."

"Uh, I think so too—" Albert wanted to say he wanted to help too.

But it was interrupted by Cador: "Just stay here and be honest!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Al shrank back.

"Huhu..." The snow leopard girl Deanna chuckled as she passed Cador.

She watched Cador leave. Seeing that there was no one else in the medical room, she slowly walked into the room: "He is right, you need to rest."

"If I don't help me at all, it will cause trouble." Albert laughed at himself, "That's what that guy thinks anyway."

"No. You've already helped a lot." Deanna sat down in front of El's hospital bed, poured a glass of water from the kettle, and handed it to the tiger boy: "Wait in peace. King Arthur He and his army will definitely get things done on the Wall of the World and come back to sign a peace treaty with us. This war will end soon, and peace will surely come."

"God knows." Al looks out the glass window of the fort.

On the outskirts, a huge anti-gravity warship just flew by, with a huge Roman imperial emblem inlaid on the hull, very imposing.

The thing is about to set off for the main battlefield of the Wall of the World and join Arthur and the others.

The last war of mankind is not against the orcs, but against the darkness, which is a fortunate thing.

But what if that battleship was used in a war with the orcs? Just imagine, what kind of miserable situation will the human fleet collide with the orc fleet?

Through the efforts of King Arthur and Deanna, peace is indeed possible. But humans and orcs still have their own trump cards, and they won't really trust each other. Once one side defaults, more intense war will be inevitable. The "peace" that peace talks can bring us is only peace on paper.

If the survival problem of the orcs is not solved, the peace on paper will not be stable one day, like a small sapling crumbling in the wind and rain.

Albert remembers the scene when Arthur held out his hand, asking for a handshake as a friend. In his heart, he was willing to believe in the King of Knights. But the reality is very disappointing. Unless Arthur really has superhuman abilities and can create [miracles], peace must be just an empty talk.

Albert, who was worried, took a sip from the water glass, thinking, and at the same time lost.

Deanna saw through the mind of the tiger boy, and in order to encourage Albert, she did something that shocked El.

She held the tiger man's face and kissed El's forehead lightly.

"Uh! What are you doing, meow?!" Albert was kissed so suddenly, his heart beat faster, and a flush appeared on the white tiger's face: the blood in the skin penetrated through the translucent hollow structure hair, projected on the surface of the fur.

The blush of the tiger man was even redder than the reddest blush of a human being.

"Idiot, why are you shy?" Deanna chuckled.

"Um, I-" Albert turned his face away, trying his best to hide the shame on his face. Without knowing the inside story, he couldn't understand the true meaning of Deanna's kiss, he thought it was a show of love.

And he actually likes Snow Leopard Girls a little bit.

No. I should say, I like it very much. As they walked along, Al unknowingly developed an admiration for Deanna. Even he himself could not tell where this feeling came from.

He just felt that Deanna had a familiar aura about him. A very nostalgic, family-like atmosphere.

He thought it was a boy's admiration for a girl.

---Albert would probably go mad if he knew the truth.

"Wait...after everything is over..." the tiger man shyly muttered in a low voice, afraid of letting the other party hear, but expecting the other party to hear, "I... let's go play together, Good meow?"

"Going to play? Well, okay." Deanna smiled softly, a smile that had turned Albert's head over heels, "Where would we be better off when it's all over?--- By the way, you must go to the Wall of the World and have a close look at the magnificent wall."

"Of course." Hearing Deanna's agreement, Albert suddenly felt that it didn't matter where he went.

What matters is just being with her.

"Diana~IndoMTL.com~ I...I like..." The tiger man stubbornly held back, trying to say the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, "Hi, hi, I ...I like..."

"What?" Deanna looked at Al with curiosity and anticipation, not knowing what Albert wanted to say.

"I, I like..." Albert tried again and again, but couldn't get it out. His tongue seemed to be in a knot, and it just couldn't work at the critical moment.

He took a deep breath, and finally, summoned up the greatest courage, and said all the words in his heart at once: "I like---!"

But he was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by immense surprise.

A dagger, glowing with dark green poison, stabbed out of Deanna's chest.

It speaks of the bottomless malice of mankind.

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