Stray Chapter 55: “Surprise”
Gawain roared with a ferocious expression, and his anger broke out completely. The refreshing smile on his face was no longer the same as before, but it was as hideous as an Asura evil ghost.
This is the curse that Knight Gawain has always buried deep in his heart. A perfect knight, a prince on a white horse, is just an appearance. It's not that he is hypocritical in disguise, but that there is unimaginable resentment and pain buried under this appearance, as well as that deep self-blame!
Every footprint in life is covered with dust called regret. But who can be like him, even after death, he has to curse his own stupidity over and over again, and cry out in remorse in the abyss, madly trying to seize that unrealistic faint hope?
regretted that his stupidity and impulsiveness had led to the king's end, and accepted that his personal grudge against Sir Lancelot, and even his infidelity, were all caused by his own immorality.
Never forgive yourself, never forgive yourself!
So! so! If there is a second chance, this body will only exist as the sword of my king! Other than that, nothing else is needed! What kind of chivalry, what kind of chivalry principle, that is all the most outrageous stupidity, the real knight is only the cornerstone of the king's feet, the sword in his hand!
The cornerstone does not need to have your own ideas! The sword will never betray the master's will!
That's right! Just that is enough!
is like the king in the past who chose to obliterate his own feelings and humanity in order to protect his subjects. Now it is their turn to do so. If this is retribution, they are absolutely willing, even ecstatic to accept this retribution, obliterating their own feelings and humanity, just to protect the existence of the king...
“…!!”
At this moment, the opposite Bedwell was extremely stunned, his mind was even blank, and there was absolutely no way to think about it.
It wasn't that he was intimidated and deterred by the blow of this deadly raging wave. After all, it is impossible for a knight who has experienced many battles to make such a low-level mistake. But he was shocked by the determination and belief that Gao Wen showed. The conflict of beliefs left him confused and blank, and he didn't know who was right.
Obviously, this is why he has lived until now, but now he suddenly starts to be afraid.
Because the journey is extremely hard, if there is still no corresponding reward in the end... Thinking of this, he is so scared that he can't breathe, he can't help but be afraid of these, and he is terrified of his choice.
is afraid of his own actions, worried about whether he did the right thing, worried about whether he did the wrong thing, will it be the most correct choice like Gao Wenqing and the others?
Because there is no doubt, although the three of them tore their faces in an instant, they brazenly killed their former companions and former comrades in arms, claiming that as long as they are obstacles in front of the king, no matter who they are, they will be killed. No pardon! So cold-blooded, so fierce and cruel, like a beast without humanity or emotion.
But...
I don't know why, seeing them so resolutely abandoned honor and spirit, abandoned everything in the past, and even threw their proud persistence to the ground and smashed them, preferring to degenerate into Shura and beasts, To become the consciousness of the sword of my king——
Bedwell was stunned to think that maybe they were the real "Knights", and their unshakable hearts forged a firm belief like iron.
It is precisely because of this that they will not hesitate to abandon all the noble qualities they once possessed, and willingly become inhuman beasts... Because this is definitely not a fall for them, but a dream of redemption. !
This is an opportunity they won't get until they die, a chance to correct their past mistakes and make up for their past regrets and regrets!
"Mr. Bedwell-!!"
Matthew screamed mournfully, but it seemed that he couldn't catch up with the support no matter what, and could only watch the tragedy that was about to happen in grief.
Clang!
However, at the critical moment, a dark fog that seemed to materialize suddenly appeared, and the big sword that protruded from the black fog firmly supported the knight Gawain and accelerated to the limit, which can definitely be done easily. The ultimate slash that splits a hill with one sword!
"Who?!" Gawain was shocked and angry.
He actually didn't notice the approach of the intruder at all, and even after the other party made a move, he was stunned to find that someone actually appeared in his perception.
It was a tall swordsman in a black robe, with a pale skeleton mask on his face, and a faint blue flame was burning in the depths of his eyes, which seemed to be the fire of the soul of the undead. The shape is very intimidating and looks very scary.
And the black robe on his body does not reflect any light, as if it can swallow all the light. Just being there makes the surrounding space suddenly dim and dim, and there is a trace of naked eyes. A visible misty black aura emanated from the edges of his body outline.
Therefore, his sudden appearance appeared, as if a mass of materialized pitch-black mist suddenly emerged from the void, filling the illusion of diffusion.
"Hassan Sabah. He came from the valley only to take away the living." The black-robed swordsman said in a deep voice, answering the question of the knight Gawain.
"Hey, I'm not ashamed! Since I'm stupid enough to take the initiative to run in front of me, Gawain, I'll kill you!" However, with the increase of his magic power and the burst of power, the great sword remained motionless, as if it was welded to death in that space.
The holy sword Cavingtin couldn't hold down any of it, and he immediately showed a look of shock:
"Wait, wait! How is this possible?"
He should be undefeated in the daytime, especially in the environment where there is still direct sunlight at noon. With the special physique of "Saint Number", his strength will be three hours from 9:00 a.m. to noon , during the three-hour period from 3:00 p.m. to sunset, it tripled.
This also represents the Celtic sacred number "3", hence the name "Saint Number". But this black-robed swordsman of unknown origin in front of him resisted his triple burst of power so easily?
“…”
“…”
The black-robed swordsman was silent about this, because it was nothing to be commended at all. If it was his heyday, he wouldn't even need to use a sword to block the sword just now, he only needed a cloak. Just wave...
It is a pity that the time is really too short, and the situation does not allow him to slowly heal himself and return to a state of prosperity. It was only too late to remove the curse and the weakness caused by the curse, and it was time to rush over to save the scene, which was also very helpless.
But it's also because the magician is too terrifying. If he hadn't really thought of a reason, the black-robed swordsman would have wondered if the result of his escape was because the other party deliberately released water and wanted to achieve something more. Terrible conspiracy.
The whistling storm followed, and the heavy lead cloud that was penetrated, torn, and chopped by a sledgehammer came together again from all directions, rolling and turbulently forming a sea of clouds sky, cloudy clouds covering the sky The sun was closed, completely blocking the direct sunlight at noon.
This entire sea area suddenly became dark and dark, and the grayness seemed particularly depressing, with a feeling of an imminent storm.
Gawain's complexion changed slightly, and he felt his own powerful strength fade away instantly.
"Saint figure" is a special physique, but it also has the weakness of "inability to escape the **** of legends", and the black-robed swordsman in front of him seems to be very clear and is directly targeting his weakness.
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at the same time.
"Tsk tsk, that's amazing..."
On the island of Britain, on the top floor of the Tower of Glory, the magician moved a small stool and sat by the open window against the guardrail, while looking in a certain direction in the distance, he reached out and grabbed a Popcorn and stuff it in your mouth.
also set up a small table beside him, which was filled with delicate snacks and tea, the doll maid with silver hair and red eyes was bending over expressionlessly, holding a silver teapot, towards him The cup is filled with warm black tea... All in all, it is really a big deal to watch the fun!
"Although Artoria's acting skills are not very good, the script is still going well..."
Xia Ran retracted his gaze contentedly, knowing that this good show was temporarily over. According to the strength comparison of the two sides, it was barely a forty-six split. If this continues, Chaldea and others will There is no hope indeed.
Gawain, Lancelot, or Tristan are all Servants who are a thousand cavalry, so let's not talk about that, but the main force opposite Chaldea is also the three Knights of the Round Table, which is very slow.
Not to mention that the overall comparison of power is insufficient, even just standing on the opposite side of the king and resisting his master has already made them inherently weak in will, spirit, momentum, etc. It's more than one step, and it can't play 100% at all.
is like Mash. She gained enormous power by merging with Galahad's spiritual base, but as a human, she gained the ability and Noble Phantasm of a Servant... But in turn, she also received The influence of Galahad Lingji also exists as one of the Knights of the Round Table.
So it's impossible to make a firm determination. After knowing the fact that the Lion King is King Arthur, hesitation has already appeared in her body, even Galahad's spiritual foundation, who has no desires and desires, is also resisting the relationship with the king. Confronting this kind of thing, I fear that I will stand on the opposite side of the king.
In this way, the situation is really very bad. There is a clear gap in the overall strength, and one side is the frenzied and twisted king chef, who has applied a maddening buff, and the other side is also three Knights of the round table. However, everyone is tied up... What kind of result will be, isn't it a matter of course?
But just as Xia Ran had expected, there would always be a key person to save the scene at a critical moment, and the crown assassin appeared at the most critical moment with his big sword on his back. Although the next development can be imagined, Chaldea and the others have to keep one or two, and it is impossible to retreat completely.
But it's better than just destroying the group, and there is still a chance to save, but this is also the follow-up arranged by Xia Ran, no matter what, there is only one way left for them-
That is, in the end, it is necessary to come to this tower and confront him.
"I feel that Arturia's performance is lacking in acting skills, maybe she is the best acting in this matter, Master..."
Charlotte, who was standing on the side, spoke calmly and expressed her opinion.
"Well, there is some truth to what you say." Xia Ran thought for a while, and admitted that her opinion might be correct. She really had to follow the arrangement in her script and let King Arthur vent her sorrow and grief. Angry, to torture the conscience of the Knights of the Round Table or something...
The sense of discord is too strong, and it is likely to make people see that something is wrong. On the contrary, it is now that the knight girl's stick reading and sullen face are the best results, and the group of knights directly make up their own rational reasons.
"It's such a pity, I really want to see her crying and grievance accusing those knights who betrayed her trust..."
The magician still felt a little regretful, and couldn't help but think of himself at the end of the Battle of Kamran, the one who desperately closed his lips and suppressed his crying, so sad that he couldn't breathe, and finally looked down at the end of Britain , and the girl who burst into tears.
So Xia Ran couldn't help but feel that although the group of Knights of the Round Table seems to be in pain, the pain is far from enough. It is necessary for them to listen to the passion that their king has been hiding in their hearts. It was a grief and anger that would tear the listener's chest apart, a weeping that cursed the world.
But unfortunately, Artoria did not cooperate, and decisively ignored the rude requirements marked in the script, just like a poor third-rate seiyuu who just debuted, and read all the words with a straight face lines, and then the performance is over.
"Considering that Master, you are planning to lead Mordred to obtain King Arthur's heirship and inherit Camelot's plan, the master-slave relationship may have deteriorated further, so my suggestion is not to I'm asking too much for this..."
Charlotte said very calmly, and seemed to sigh uncontrollably.
"Well, also..." The magician nodded again and again, feeling that what the head maid said was reasonable, but also looked at Charlotte with some doubts: "Wait, I obviously didn't say anything, Xia Why do you know my real plan, Lot?"
"You don't need to think about this kind of thing to know, Master, how could you miss such a great opportunity..." The delicate doll girl replied blankly, expressing her concern for her master's character and personality. Behavioral patterns are well known.
can deduce the most probable future without deliberately collecting information. In a sense, this person is too good to understand.
"Cough, okay... But don't tell Arturia, I'm going to give her a surprise." Xia Ran was also a little embarrassed, so she could only cough dryly, clear her throat, and say this seriously.
"Don't worry, Master, I won't tell her..." Charlotte replied venomously, "It's not me who was cut by then."