Hellish Affairs

The result was nothing, and it has been delayed until now.

Wait, could it be that Wang Hassan has been waiting in the temple to deliver the goods to his door?

Feeling the coolness on his neck, Joyas raised his head, and cast his blue eyes into the depths of the valley.

The surrounding environment has become silent.

In this gloomy atmosphere, not to mention the birds that came to forage, even the vast majority of insects would not choose to live in this kind of place.

Moreover, the sound of the evening bell came from the temple, and it would echo in this deep mountain from time to time, driving away all living things that were afraid of death.

After a very difficult journey, Joyas and others finally arrived at the Temple of Yazrael under the guidance of Hassan, the cursed arm.

As soon as they stepped into this temple, Joyas and others felt a strong sense of rejection.

The power of death that fills this temple of Azrael is constantly alerting souls to leave this realm that does not belong to the living.

Joyas took a deep breath and walked slowly into the temple.

Suddenly, a faint blue flame ignited in the darkness where the hands could not see their fingers.

With the help of this flickering light, everyone saw the master of this spiritual temple.

A man of the mountain wearing black armor and holding a big sword in both hands is standing in the center of the Azrael Temple.

The hoarse voice like an old man echoed in the condensed air, and was clearly transmitted to Joyas Pendragon's ears.

"Holy Sword Maker, you are here."

Chapter 381 The Problem of King Hassan

The cold firelight illuminated the face of Joyas Pendragon.

Facing this extremely powerful assassin, he subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Immediately after he came back to his senses, he remembered that there was no need for him to be an enemy of the other party.

Joyas showed a smile on his face: "Yeah, it's been a long time. I didn't expect to meet again under such circumstances."

Originally, Joyas thought that after he obtained the treasure that could deal with the gods from Uruk, he would be able to return to Britain to face the Nordic gods.

In the end, he participated in the Holy Grail War all the way until he started saving humanity.

Facing this assassin whom he hadn't seen for a long time now, Joyas couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

The first mountain old man, Hassan Sabah asked: "You, longing to save this era?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

"Then you should know that the person who caused all this is the holy sword who made you yourself." The man on the mountain said in a low voice: "I warned you when I was in Britain, but you still ignored it and violated your own destiny .”

No one can escape their own destiny, and no matter how they resist, they will only get a tragic ending.

None of this would have happened if Joyas Pendragon had chosen to go with his fate in the first place, and his struggles have brought the world to ruin.

The corners of Joyas's mouth curled up, and his smile remained undiminished: "Then I said it, the man of the mountain, I will not give up. Resisting such an unfair fate is the wish I share with my friends."

After hearing him give the same answer as before, Merlin's expression became subtle for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

"But everything has already been settled."

Hassan Sabah, who pulled out the big sword, stared at the holy sword user with the blazing flames in his eyes: "The result is just like what you saw, the dynasty of Camelot has distorted the history of mankind like it is now, and has become a human being. One of the obstacles to the theoretical basis."

"And you, you must destroy this distorted Camelot yourself."

The words of the old man of the mountain echoed in this spiritual temple.

Joyas glanced at the heavy sword in the assassin's hand with his blue eyes, and said flatly, "No, it's not over yet."

Because he knew that the fixed tape of the quantum record of the demise of Britain had been changed.

That also means that even if there is a bad ending in front of you, there must be a good ending.

Joyas firmly believed that the efforts he, Artoria, Mordred, and Merlin had made all along were by no means in vain.

He will save humanity, and then return to his own time to see with his own eyes that Britain has escaped destruction.

"Blinded my eyes to deny the status quo, you have become quite ignorant." The deep voice of the mountain man sounded, and the flames in his eyes burned even more vigorously in an instant: "Since you dare to step into my spiritual temple, it means that you Now that you have made up your mind, hand over the head containing the rotten soul!"

Don't dare to relax in the slightest.

Joyas' blue pupils shrunk slightly, and he quickly released amazing magic power all over his body. The cold flames around him seemed to be blown by the turbulent air.

A sharp silver light cut through the air, and arrived in front of the holy sword user with lightning speed.

coming!

He immediately raised the blade wrapped in magic power in his hand, and greeted the assassin's great sword with instant death effect.

The old man who has reached the advanced state between the valleys has already assimilated with death, and no matter what enemy he faces, he may endow the opponent with an instant death state.

"boom!!!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding with each other resounded in this small Azrael Temple.

Countless flames burst out from where the blades joined, briefly illuminating the darkness.

The huge impact turned into a fierce gust of wind and blew Hassan Sabah's gray cloak, and the dazzling blond hair of the holy sword master was constantly blown.

Joyas Pendragon's eyes firmly locked on the assassin in front of him, and then the blade turned and continued to meet the stormy slash from the mountain man.

Although his dynamic vision could not keep up with the speed of the opponent's sword swing, relying on his own intuition, he barely kept up with Hassan Sabah's actions.

Swords have collided countless times in just a few minutes.

Regardless of strength or speed, King Hassan, as a crown servant, was able to firmly suppress Joyas.

Feeling that he might lose if this continues, Joyas chose another way to attack.

An astonishing magical power suddenly burst out from his blade, and a pitch-black light was released from the golden blade.

The magic power like a hurricane directly swung away the great sword of the old man of the mountain, and at the same time immediately opened the distance from the opponent.

Be silly!Master can light cannon!

This is the way your assassins with swords can't learn how to attack!

Although the magical bombardment that almost reached the level of the Noble Phantasm did not affect Hassan Sabah in the slightest.

However, Joyas is still temporarily out of the situation of becoming Ba Mamei at any time.

Joyas, who was secretly wary of the man on the mountain, clenched the holy sword in his hand that was dyed black by the huge magic power.

"Compared to handing over the head, I have something to ask." Joyas asked: "After the battle is over, can you help repair this singularity?"

It's better to ask about this matter first.

If Wang Ha didn't help him after the fight, wouldn't the fight be for nothing?

Hassan Sabah, who was continuing to walk towards Joyas, stopped and asked flatly, "...Then what are you asking for?"

"Of course it is to save this era."

"You have seen through the lies of the King of the Sun, and understood everything burned by human law...but you still haven't noticed King Arthur's true intentions."

The flames in the eyes of the mountain man stared at Joyas Pendragon: "Holy Sword Master, do you really know what you should do? No matter what kind of enemy you face, you can still fight without hesitation." Are you swinging your sword?"

real intention?

Isn't the intention of the Lion King to collect those pure souls and fix them, and then allow human beings to continue forever in another way?

Joyas frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Just when Merlin on the side was about to say something with a smile, he was coldly glanced at by the assassin in the distance.

Oh, oh, it's really merciless.

Merlin with a wry smile could only remain silent, quietly looking at Joyas who was thinking in front of him.

Before leaving Chaldea, Joyas had already made mental preparations.

Knowing that he was going to fight in the Camelot Singularity, of course he expected to swing his sword at his former friend.

But it was impossible for Joyas to allow such a twisted Camelot to exist.

This kind of Britain was not what he had hoped for.

So Joyas Pendragon raised his head and looked at the Weng of the Mountain, with firm eyes in his blue eyes:

"I can."

Chapter 382 Lancelot What Are You Doing?

In the Azrael Temple between the deep valleys, the cold and gloomy atmosphere constantly stimulated everyone's nerves.

The owner of the spiritual temple, Hassan Sabah who was standing in front of the holy sword user, reconfirmed: "Whatever?"

"Anyway, if it's really twisted, I'll go out of my way to convince them."

Joyas calmly held the holy sword.

A warm golden light radiated from the blade, as if dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The old man on the mountain, whose face was covered by a white skull mask, nodded slightly: "Holy sword envoy, since you have made up your mind, I won't say any more."

Um?Just accept it?

Joyas thought that the other party would continue to question him, but found that the man on the mountain seemed to accept his reasons.

Great, it seems that there is no need to hand over the head this time!

"Then the matter of offering help..."

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Hassan Sabah say again: "Then hand over the head, holy sword user."

"Why?!" Joyas Pendragon looked at the old man in the mountain holding a big sword with some headaches.

"You have entered my spiritual temple."

"Then can we go out now?"