Two-dimensional Guardian of Myriad Realms)

A white-haired man in silver armor dragged his tired body and walked over: "I'm so sorry, I didn't expect them to come to the door so soon!"

"It doesn't matter, because you left before we set off, but have you finished your own business?" Cursewrist Hassan looked at Bedwell.

"I have confirmed one thing, Lancelot, that king is very abnormal, this is a confirmed thing, I want to know why the king became like this, although I have a responsibility in it, however, I Knowing that the king is no longer the king we served, this is what I confirmed from the king in the desert!" Bedwell said with a wry smile: "Although after a hard fight, But I still got the news I wanted!"

"So what? In the past, we eventually led to the death of the king due to various reasons. For this reason, the king had already explained everything to us when he summoned us long ago, and we also accepted everything from the king. Standing here! Lancelot, are you trying to break your oath?" Tristan looked at Lancelot.

"Yes, but there is a huge difference between what the king said and what he has witnessed with his own eyes, don't you think so? There must be something wrong with this! I accept what the king said, but I can't accept the behavior of the king! Especially The slaughter of these innocent people! That is not what the former king would do!" Lancelot retorted: "I must admit that the king is no longer the king we know."

Hearing this, Bedwell's eyes were filled with sadness again. He knew better than anyone why the former King Arthur became like this.

"So, are you going to betray the king? Want to see the Holy City torn apart again because of you?" Tristan held his bow.

"I just want to know, is Wang's behavior really protecting human principles?" Lancelot closed his eyes.

"Then no wonder I, it's so sad, to kill an old friend." When Tristan was about to attack Lancelot, a man broke in: "Enough, Tristan, if you If you push harder, you will die here yourself."

"It doesn't matter, if I sacrifice my life for the king, I am willing to do so!" Tristan attacked Bedwell directly: "Bath in the holy light and disappear!"

"Let's go, this place will soon be destroyed by the King's Holy Light!" Lancelot said to the others, "I'll just hold Tristan!"

"Hey, hey, isn't this what the knight who cut me down would say? Is it out of guilt or out of self-blame? The current situation doesn't allow you to die!" in front of.

"Aren't you dead?" Lancelot looked at Arash in amazement, although the wounds on Arash's body were horrifying now.

"Ah, it's just that you fell into the bottom of the valley. It's not that easy to die!" Arash said angrily.

"You can't stop it, the sanction of the Lion King, the pillar of purification of the holy spear Lungominiad! The great hero of the ancient Persian country!" Tristan said in a deep voice: "So sad... There is no reason, there is no Words. Being itself is a beautiful thing, yet so sad..."

"Don't be too complacent, and don't underestimate people too much!" Alash dragged his heavily injured body and looked at Lancelot: "You still have something to do, finish it well for me! Tell all the purpose of the Lion King! Otherwise, when you come back, I will definitely punch you well!"

"I see!" Lancelot nodded.

Trista was about to make a move, but he didn't expect a sharp blade to rest on his neck: "It's not allowed to disturb other people's handsome moments!"

"Confirm the high-density magic reaction in the sky! Everyone, get out of there quickly!" Roman's voice came over anxiously.

"There's no need for that, doctor!" Tatsuka Fujimaru said softly; "Because Mr. Arash has already made up his mind!"

"Ahahaha, Master, it's too embarrassing for you to say that if you don't succeed!" Arash smiled softly: "Although I don't know if the shock wave will hurt you, you should leave now!"

"No, we will stay here to witness all this, Mr. Arash, just leave the rest to us, let us witness... all of this! I will protect the seniors!" Matthew's eyes were firm. Incomparable.

"Oh, such a statement is really irresistible! Well, but, I didn't expect so many people to witness this moment this time. I guess I'm still very lucky? Ahaha!" Alash's whole body All gathered magic.

"I said, I'm sorry, Lord Bedwell, I told you a lot of things, but I'm also the same! Really, there is really no way for this thing, and it can only be like this when you don't covet a powerful heroic spirit! Finish the mission and end the life. The type that wins the game, but loses the game, am I right, Lord Bedwell? And you're more than me! You've reached your limit, now It's incredible to be standing!" Arash looked at Bedwell in the final moments.

Bedwell said in a flustered voice: "...It's your exaggeration, Arash. I haven't... done the same kind of enlightenment as you..."

"It's amazing! I didn't expect that only I didn't realize it. My awareness is really nothing compared to your loyalty! I said Bedwell! You can rest now, no, it should be long overdue. Rest! But you still brought out that kind of arm (thing), and did not hesitate to throw away the only happiness left.... Speaking of which, it will be over once more! So this arm can only be used for the ultimate goal you decide. Go!" Alash's magic power is getting stronger and stronger, and blood is constantly flowing out.

"You... already knew. My purpose... all the sins I've committed!" Bedwell felt ashamed.

"I'm someone with clairvoyance anyway! I won't lose to anyone if I compare my insight and comprehension ability!... This is the end of the chat, I've been taken care of!" Arash pulled the bowstring.

"O Lord of Sunshine! O Lord of brilliance, who gives wisdom, dignity, and strength to all things! See my heart, my thoughts, and what I will accomplish! Come, O God of creation of stars and moons! Please bear witness to my actions , my dying, my holy devotion (Spenta Armetti)!"

"When I release this all-out blow, my strong body will be shattered instantly! Meteor (Stella)!"

What completely offset the falling pillar of light was the last light released by the legendary hero named Arash, from the ancient Persian country!

Incomparably dazzling, incomparably gorgeous, incomparably brilliant!

Chapter 220 Eight Tristan leaves, where all the secrets are!

Looking at Alash's Noble Phantasm, Omotota has only infinite admiration in his heart: "...There is nothing else to think about except admiration. There are other people who can shoot down the stars, but there is only one magical skill that can break the stars. You are so beautiful, Arash Kamango (shooter), what a powerful blow like the possession of the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman!"

Sanzang suddenly burst into tears: "It's too much, it's too much...! Even a Buddha would be sad about this kind of thing...! Wow~, wow~! Mr. Alash also said that he was very happy to be called, and also Saying that I am very happy to be a Servant, I clearly said so, idiot~, idiot!"

Seeing Sanzang like this, Omoto Tai could only say something to comfort him: "Calm down Sanzang, don't cry in front of the children! Your wailing will bring everyone to cry together!"

"I'm very sad, so what's wrong with crying! Besides, Tou Tai, what have you done?" Sanzang, like a little girl with a small temper, directly vented his sadness to Omo Tou Tai.

"Hmm, that's a pain in the ass... At least I watched him leave while drinking, I can't say such words if I beat him to death..." Omotota said in a murmur.

"I heard it all, idiot! Why do you men like to choose this way of saying goodbye!" Sanzang punched and kicked Omoto Tai directly.

Matthew looked at the dazzling scene with sadness in his heart: "...Well, thanks to Mr. Arash, the village was saved. However, the price is..."

Bedwell had infinite emotions about Arash's dedication: "His Excellency Arash was the hero of the ancient Persian kingdom. It is said that an arrow from his bow ended the war between the two countries. Legend has it that the arrow he shot from the top of the mountain ended the war between the two countries. , stuck on the ground in the distance! That arrow was a shot that ripped apart the earth! The end of the war was like a falling meteor! The location where the arrow pierced the ground became a new border between the two countries in dispute! But..."

Curse Wrist Hassan continued: "... This is not an act that the human body can bear! The hero's body is torn apart at the moment the arrow is shot! The rudeness of tearing the earth is not a human being can do! As an exhortation, hero I gave my body!"

"...A Noble Phantasm at the cost of one's own annihilation... There is such a thing, this is wrong..." Mash was a little sad.

"Don't say that, as the saviors of Humanity, now is not the time for you to think about this, don't forget, you still have important tasks to do!" Meltrilith looked at Matthew: "Although I don't know. How deep is the relationship between that great hero and you, but if you don't want to let his expectations fail and his devotion to be meaningless, show your strength and finish the things here before you grieve. !"

Meltrilith took her foot off Tristan's neck: "What should I do with this guy? It's definitely impossible to let him go. After all, he is a dead brain and will definitely be our enemy!"

"Let him go!" Lancelot said softly: "This is what I once asked you as his companion."

"Hey, I said it all, it's not okay to let him go!" Meltlilith didn't expect someone to come out and slap her in the face as soon as she finished speaking.

"It's alright, because I have to report the ugliness of drunk Hassan myself!" Cursed wrist Hassan touched his arm wrapped in bandages.

"I will not be grateful to you, you are the enemies who block the king's path!" Tristan said this, and left, leaving alone, it is useless to stay here, after all, the situation has passed.

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