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Oberon shouted anxiously, looking at the holy spear that was getting brighter and brighter behind him, victory was close at hand.

"I know! But, now there is no other way!"

"Actually, even if I don't work hard, my life will not last long."

Percival looked at his pale hair.

"Humans in the Fairy Kingdom only have a lifespan of 30 years, and my chosen gun will consume ten years of lifespan every time it is used."

"And I've used it twice, so standing in front of you now, I'm already barely supporting myself."

Parcival said with a smile on his face.

"Then at least in the end, this body should show its light!"

"Let's go!"

"Mr. Toba is right, man! You really can't say no!"

Parcival said with a smile.

"Persival!"

Auberon looked at the man in front of him emotionally. Although he was a big liar, he also formed the Round Table Army and watched Parcival grow step by step to the present. Even if he is a liar, this feeling really exists.

Then he wiped away the tears.

"Since you have made your choice, I will applaud you with my strongest magic!"

"The end of dreams!"

A burst of light sprinkled on Parcival's body.

The effect is that the strengthened servant will get an unparalleled ability improvement, but at the end of that round, it will lose all effects and fall into eternal sleep. ——Those who have lost their dreams will no longer have the ability to wake up in reality.

At this moment, Parcival felt his body was full of great power, as if he had returned to the time when he was a child when he used the Holy Lance for the first time.

"Thank you! Auberon!"

"Take care ah!"

Auberon turned and ran away.

Knocknarea also bowed to the knight, and then hurried away with Klar.

Percival looked at Astolfo who was galloping towards him in the sky, and raised his chosen gun.

ah!This feeling is inexplicably familiar!

It was the best time in memory!

Salisbury Foster Home.

"Take a break! Percival, how can anyone practice martial arts while crying!"

"But I haven't reached the distance required by Lord Woodworth!"

The young Percival watched as the long spear he threw did not reach the marks drawn by Woodworth.

"You've tried hard enough."

The fairy knight Lancelot stepped forward and took the gun from the opponent's hand, and then saw that Parcival's hand was already covered with blood.

"At least work harder than those useless goblins!"

Chapter 110 Four Horned Gods Destroyed

"You've tried hard enough."

The fairy knight Lancelot stepped forward and took the gun from the opponent's hand, and then saw that Parcival's hand was already covered with blood.

"At least work harder than those useless goblins!"

"What Woodworth desires is not that you can break through today, but to explore your limits! Don't try your limits, you will collapse."

"So, it's good to relax a little bit for yourself."

The elf knight Lancelot dragged Percival to the edge of the fence, and the two sat on the haystack.

"Sister, why did you cry last night?"

The young Parcival suddenly asked.

This question stunned the fairy knight Lancelot.

But it can't be said.

Because Master Aurora said that he hated the patriarch of the Mirror Clan, Ainsel, and forced himself to be in the limelight, so he asked himself to deal with it.

As a result, I went to kill all the members of the Mirror Clan, but at that time, the goblins of the Mirror Clan seemed to know, and they all sat in the square waiting to die, allowing themselves to destroy.

Then I thought that returning to Salisbury would be appreciated by Mrs. Aurora.

But got it.

"Meluxin, you are too ruthless! How could you just kill the Mirror Clan like that! I never said anything about killing the Mirror Clan!"

After all, sin must be resisted by oneself.

I clearly know that this is the goblin, and this is Lord Aurora, but I still worship her, because it is she who fished me out of the mud, gave me a body, and let me see the beautiful light.

In the end, I could only shed tears in the rainy night with aggrievedness.

However, how can these be said to children!

Fairy knight Lancelot smiled slightly.

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of work!"

"Take a good rest! Percival, today's training is over, I'm going to Camelot to be on duty!"

After speaking, the fairy knight Lancelot soared into the sky and flew towards the city of Camelot.

"I'm here for spicy~~~"

Astolfo swooped in, then dodged on the nick of time.

The dragon and Parcival had a face-to-face meeting.

"At that time, I thought it was Queen Morgan who made you cry, so under the guidance of Oberon, I formed the Round Table Army to overthrow Morgan's torture, but I didn't expect that you have been struggling! Sister!"

"I know it's wrong, but I have to do it. Is this the fate of a goblin?"

"Then today, let me use this gun to break this fate!"

Percival raised the spear of choice, and assumed the throwing posture given to him by the elf knight Lancelot.

"The holy gun is in court!"

A bright light shone on the selected spear, like a second sun, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

"The Chosen Gun! Please give me a fair verdict on what I have done!"

Percival looked at the swooping dragon tenderly.

"Sister, you have gone too far on the wrong path!"

"At least, wake up at the end!"

"Farewell, sister!"

Accompanied by Percival's strenuous throw, the spear of choice turned into a beam of light and pierced through the dragon's heart instantly with the man's determination.

Boom~~~

A huge explosion sounded directly on the dragon.

Then the dragon's body began to disintegrate, but it still swooped towards the boy.

However, in the end, it looked at the smiling young man who turned into light. Even though there was only half of his body left, the other party still opened his chest.

"Persival, my brother, you did it! You are really outstanding!"

The boy who deeply loved the Dragon Fairy shot down him again with his own hands.

Boom~

The giant dragon violently hit the ground and turned into a pile of scrap iron.

"Have you been saved?"

Astolfo jumped off the eagle, looking at the dead dragon skeleton and the disappearing gun of choice.

Percival and Fairy Knight Lancelot died together.

"Persival, even if you are not a follower of pan-human history, you are still an excellent knight!"

Astolfo said sincerely and bowed his head in silence.

A man's determination does not need tears to sympathize with.

"Saving humanity, is it such a painful thing?"

Auberon came up, looking sad.

No one's death made him so sad, but only Parcival's death made him very uncomfortable.

Because Percival had no selfish intentions to overthrow Morgan's rule from the very beginning, this made Auberon very relieved, so he paid a lot of affection.

"I know, but saving humanity is so cruel!"

Astolfo said helplessly.

"You have only experienced it once, but Toba has experienced it seven or eight times!"

Everyone looked at the throne.

The dragon was knocked down, and the holy gun here was finally activated by Morgan.

The twelve holy spears exude a palpitating magical power.

"The holy gun pulls the anchor!"

"See my lore! Cornunos!"

"Your anger is over!"

Morgan yelled and unleashed the Holy Lance.

The twelve holy spears were firmly inserted into the horned god's chest, and then exploded.

hum~~~