My Knights of the Round Table

Seeing the wound and blood on his shoulder, and thinking of Artemis who just passed out in his arms, he didn't say anything.

"In that woman's territory, I can't beat her even now."

The uncle was noncommittal, holding the gun and looking at the scenery.

Cu Chulainn didn't continue to say anything. He stood still and looked at the cliff for a while, then he turned and left the edge of the cliff.

……

The pitch-black plain.

The sky is covered with black clouds, or the sky is originally black.

There are no creatures or plants within sight of the surrounding area above the earth. The land seems to have been tempered by fire for countless years, and there is only a monotonous black. The whole world is like a forest that has just been burned by flames.

A black vortex suddenly appeared on the plain.

First, two girls, one green and one white, fell out of the vortex and fell to the ground. They lay motionless on their stomachs, as if they had passed out completely.

The swirl disappears.

Not long after, another black vortex appeared, and Arthur fell out of it.

Near the middle of his chest was a spear of dead thorns.

After staying here for an unknown amount of time, and coming several times, Arthur did not faint like Atalanta.

He sat on the ground precisely.

Looking at the gun of death thorn on his chest, his eyes are full of fear.

"Fortunately, I escaped."

The spear of death thorns almost pierced his entire body through the heart.

The tip of the gun pierced through the middle of his chest and pointed at the back of his waist, while the handle of the stick was left in front of his body.

Looking at it this way, it is even more frightening that he is still alive.

Fortunately, Arthur was often pierced by Scathach, and he was used to the feeling of being pierced. Although it was the first time that the place near the heart was pierced and the person he loved irresponsibly did not pull it out, but after a little look, it was also possible. Just get used to it.

Holding the gun stick on his chest with both hands, he pulled it out forcefully.

"hiss!"

As soon as the blood-red gun was pulled out a little, a tearing pain like thorns and vines spread from the wound, and what was even more frightening was that the wound was too close to the heart, and the pain involved almost made him think it was coming from the heart. here.

"If it hits the heart, I'll have to go back to Camelot."

Arthur put his hand on the butt of the gun on his chest.

Severe pain came from the heart, enough to knock the poor and weak people into a coma.But the pain in the heart at the moment when it was pulled out was much more painful than this, it was the pain that the heart seemed to be torn apart.

Even he has never experienced it.

Arthur's hand was there, and he didn't want to pull it out for a while.

Now that his body was pierced by the death thorn spear, although it was very painful, he got used to it.And to pull it out by himself, one person's heart hurts too much, and the other is really unbearable psychologically.

After waiting for a while, Arthur gritted his teeth and was about to pull it out.

"Well?"

The woman on the ground suddenly let out a seductive moan.

Arthur shivered in fright, and his hand shook, and the sharp pain from the gun shaking made his hand loose again.

The severe pain made him press the woman who made the sound to the ground and spank her hard. He could only hold the gun tightly in his chest for fear that it would be blown by the wind or something.

Atalanta awoke from a coma.

The first thing she saw was Artemis in her arms.

Seeing that the moon god she believed in was fine, she first breathed a sigh of relief, but when she thought of her body, she became nervous again, and the memory in her mind gradually recovered as she woke up.

She remembered what happened before she fell into a coma.

Arthur kept pinching his butt, and was thrown off the cliff by him, and finally fell into a black vortex and passed out.

Thinking of this, she was so ashamed and angry that her pale and tender face turned red.

Now she woke up and realized that Arthur threw her without malice, but she pinched her ass twice, and the pinching time was obviously longer the second time, which made her want to go to him for an explanation.

"Ya...!"

She had just looked around to find Arthur, but before she could finish speaking, she closed her mouth again.

She even showed surprise and a lot of fear.

That image is really powerful.

A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes was sitting on the ground less than two meters away from her. His body was pierced by a blood-red spear with spikes, and the tip of the spear protruded from his back with blood.

The point is that the death of that person is not enough to scare her. She has seen a lot of dead people, and she has seen many people whose death conditions are much more miserable than this.

But the man is not dead!

The man was holding the handle of the gun in front of his chest with both hands, his face was not pale at all, his pale eyes were full of energy, he was staring at her face as if he was sizing her up.

Atalanta looked at him with difficulty.

A cold wind blew, and the air was filled with the breath of death.

The black plain wilderness and the black sky, everything here is black, without any living things, even the mountains in the distance are bare black.

Depressed breath, depressing environment and atmosphere.

Then there is a man who is holding the handle of the gun that pierced him, motionless, and looking at you with special spirit? !

"What are you doing?"

It took Atalanta a long time before he plucked up the courage to ask with difficulty.

She gave up all the questions she thought about before.

If he didn't know it himself, if it wasn't for him who must be alive to save this world, if it wasn't for the Lord Moon God whom he believed in urgently in need of treatment, if it wasn't...

If there weren't so many, Atalanta, who didn't know that this was the Land of Shadows, would have drawn his bow and killed this abnormal man almost immediately.

When Arthur saw the other party, he thought again that the gun eyes on his chest lit up.

"Atalanta."

His tone became hot for no reason.

Listening to his enthusiastic tone, Atalanta felt chills all over her body.

"What are you going to do?!"

Her voice was full of warning.

"Atalanta." Arthur looked at her seriously and asked, "Have you intervened?"

Section 344 Chapter 40 People's constitutions cannot be generalized

"Have you ever penetrated someone?"

Atalanta was at a loss when Arthur asked, and then his face was full of horror.

At least she understood what it meant to intervene.

"What do you want to do?!"

Atalanta stared at him warily with a cold face.

Arthur didn't understand why she was afraid, but he also understood that she seemed to be thinking wrong.Although it was not clear where she was thinking, the gun on her chest was obviously more attractive at this time.

"I mean, have you ever killed someone with a gun like this?"

Arthur pointed to the spear on his chest and explained.

"I want you to pull it out for me. It always feels weird to pull it out myself."

Atalanta finally recovered from the series of events just now.

He blushed at first, then quickly turned cold to cover up the strangeness just now, and followed Arthur's words to look at his chest.

Seeing the spear on Arthur's chest, Atalanta also felt lingering fear. Such a wound almost reached the heart, and even if the heart was not pierced like this, no one could do it like him, right?

There is the most miserable way to die when you are most sober.

Atalanta shook her head helplessly.

"I only hunted with a gun in the forest in my early years, but never killed anyone with it."

"Hunting is fine, please help me pull it out."

"Why don't you push it out? I remember it has barbs on the tip?" Atalanta asked.

Arthur was speechless.

Why not push it out but pull it out?

This question made him think seriously.

Have you ever seen the blood on the butt of a gun as someone pushes it over the body after killing someone with a gun?Don't you just pull it out and kill another one?

But Arthur knew that he would look like an idiot if he retorted like that.

"Then trouble you."

"kindness."

Atalanta carefully lowered Artemis, who was still unconscious, to the ground, and walked up to Arthur and looked at him.

The man is awake and looking at you, but with a spiked spear stuck in his chest.

No matter how many times I watched this picture, Atalanta always felt extra impact every time I thought about it.

Fortunately, Atalanta has seen many human deaths and adjusted in time.