Tribute to the Demon King

What was given to Tristan was "reversal".Because he was too sad, his fingers could no longer move freely, and he couldn't pull the strings, so the Lion King turned him into a ruthless, tearless beast that could fight cruelly.

What was given to Gao Wen was "Never Night".Because he hopes to maximize his ability for the king.

What was given to Mordred was "Rampage".Although she herself was the only knight who didn't ask for it, The Lion King gave her a runaway.

What was given to Gareth was "unclean".Because she doesn't want to touch more filth, she must become unclean in order to fight.

What Lancelot hoped for was "severe".He vowed that he would not be confused by righteousness, and would check the overall situation as a supervisor.

And Agvin - he chose "no".He declared in front of everyone that he did not need blessings.

Starting at sunset, the Lion King and the newly born Knights of the Round Table marched towards the holy city of Jerusalem.

In order to build a pure white holy city, in order to allow the Lion King to pull out the holy gun from the planet.

To kill the innocent Crusaders, and the unchosen people of the Holy Land—

...if there is still Jerusalem there.

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Chapter 63 You should retreat

The knights set off at sunset and arrive at sunrise.

Of course—starting when they set out, there was no sunset to speak of.The grand daylight moved with them, highlighting them like beams of light on the stage...like the protagonists who appeared on the stage.

But when they actually came to the city of Jerusalem, the protagonists couldn't help but hesitate.

...is this really Jerusalem?

They couldn't recognize each other—the emerald green vines were entangled on the broken white stones, and the city was covered by seas of flowers of different seasons and types from the outside to the inside of the city.The city gate entwined with vine leaves is wide open, through which one can see the bustling and noisy street scene.

The women laughed softly, the children were playing and running on the street, there were shabby-dressed poets singing loudly on the street corners, and the men who were walking towards the center of the city with large lumber were telling rude jokes, the guards on duty The guards walked leisurely on the street with their chests and heads held high.

Looking at the scene of happiness and prosperity in front of him... Gao Wen felt a chill down his spine.

Such a strong sense of disobedience.

Not only is life in the center of the battlefield so leisurely and peaceful, so simple; but even though the streets are noisy and lively, no one tries to walk outside the city gate.Among them are people dressed as mountain people, people dressed as knights, and even Egyptians.

As if they didn't know that these three parties were killing each other here not long ago.Forgiving the other party so easily eliminated the contradiction of the war.

Again, there was not even a trace of scars or hunger on their bodies.War and famine seem to have left no shadow on them, as if they were the promised land under the protection of God.

And they were clearly holding fierce soldiers and wearing armor, and they were standing outside Jerusalem so brightly, but the citizens did not have the slightest fear.Even every time his eyes swept over them, he paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but put on a weird smile.

Everyone on the other side noticed their own existence.Gao Wen was very sure of this.

However, everyone didn't care about this, and they couldn't even disrupt their rhythm of life.

"wrong--"

Finally, Gao Wen realized where the sense of disobedience lies.

Everyone was smiling... and everyone had the same expression.

Everyone had the same gentle smile on their faces.No one laughed out loud, nor did the wretched poor smile with embarrassment.Just a gentle smile reserved, elegant and distant.

If someone showed this kind of smile in front of him, he must also feel that this is a well-educated person, a kind person with a good temper.

But if you look around and see everyone walking through the streets with the same smile...

Then... all that's left is the horror.

"Everyone come to my city."

At this moment, a certain guard standing inside the city gate suddenly spoke, and said a gentle word in that rough voice: "What do you want to do?"

"Your city?"

Agvin frowned and yelled at the man, "This is Jerusalem! Who are you, and who do you think you are?"

"Even if I say my name, you won't recognize me."

The one who took over the conversation was a mountain woman next to her who was holding a six or seven-year-old child.

The child in her arms continued with a childish voice: "But I am the king here."

"King of Eden."

"King of the Promised Land."

One by one, the people on the street came towards the gate of the city, speaking warmly one after another, with the same modest smile on their faces.

That scene was too oppressive.

Old people, children, men, women, Christians, mountain people, Egyptians...

All the children present replied in unison with a clear and clear voice: "This is my temple."

"You should retreat from here."

The next answer came from all Christians.They crossed their hands neatly on their chests and sang high-pitched voices of rebuke.

Those are definitely not the confused people who are controlled by the mind.