The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

It is impossible for the noble King Arthur to want to destroy mankind.

So they judged that it was the Holy Lance Lungomeniad who occupied King Arthur's will.

If the holy sword is returned, King Arthur's consciousness can regain the dominance, thereby repairing this singularity.

but

— they failed.

Obviously they have come to the last step, and it is obvious that Lord Bedivere has given up everything, adhering to 500 years of loyalty and long-term persistence, and presented the holy sword to the dark king.

However, she only got an extremely cold response.

"roll."

despair.

Complete despair enveloped the hearts of everyone.

They are wrong.

This is not the goddess Lungominiad, but King Arthur himself.

It was her own will to destroy the world.

"If you want to save the king, you must go to that day."

Bedivere completely sacrificed his last life, presented the broken silver arm to Fujimaru Tateka, and sent them back to Chaldea.

The original singularity is still burning human reason.

And the new and more terrifying singularity has sounded a loud siren in Chaldea.

That was Britannia in AD 527. The whole world was about to be subverted. It was not Gaetia's actions but a singularity of mutation.

"Eternal Night Spiral City Londinium"

"Checked!"

The image of a brown-haired girl in a gorgeous blue and red costume anxiously squeezed into the communication.

"In the era you have entered, the humble king Vortigern is about to pull out the holy spear and bring Britannia back to the age of gods. It turns out that this is the famous history of the battle between the red dragon and the white dragon!

"Lixiang, you must correct this mistake, and maybe you can also solve the singularity of Jerusalem! The foundational value of Humanism here is"

Da Vinci's voice paused in astonishment.

"

Yes, it is "ERROR".

"Chaldeas can't make a judgment, this"

"Wrong"? "

Tachika Fujimoto browsed the message from Chaldea, slightly clenched her palm, and lowered her golden eyes.

On her arm, a silver, sword-like pattern was engraved.

That was the broken silver arm that Bedivere gave her after burning her last life, and it was also the brand of the Holy Sword of the Stars.

"Leave it to me, Da Vinci-san, this is the last master of mankind, the promise made

"——I am sure, I will not disappoint Bedivel-san's determination."

"Wait! Lixiang! Mash!"

The woman's anxious voice sounded again.

"Chaldeas also detected that there are two other servants who were summoned to this era by the suppression force, as your assistance in restoring humanity.

"The strength of its spiritual base is"

Da Vinci's voice paused again, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"It's the crown?!"

The night was cloudless and starry.

By the pool reflecting the bright starry sky, a barefoot man with long hair in a white Confucian shirt was fishing in the water.

He holds a simple bamboo pole in his hand, and there is a woven fish basket beside him.But there was no bait on the fishing line, only the fishing ditch swaying in the water, swaying out layers of slight ripples.

The shadow behind the man suddenly ignited two dark blue flames, like will-o'-the-wisps, slowly drifting to his back.

"You can't catch fish like this, Jiang Shang."

A dull, humming voice sounded behind him.

The long-haired man with a bun raised his head, smiling and looked down at the burly, hill-like strange man with a skull helmet on his head.

"Didn't this catch you, Hassan?"

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"Do all you can to kill me."

Chapter 61 In this light and night, those who watch each other (8K5)

The night is empty and the sky is high.

The baitless fishing hook swayed slightly on the water surface, rippling out layers of fine ripples.

In the pool, a group of small fish swam up curiously, looking at the swaying hook from a distance.

They have not been fished.

Therefore, I don't know the danger of it.

And the person who was caught said

"—I am a fish."

The burly armored man let out a dull buzzing sound from the skull helmet.

The content sounds like a cold joke to echo the other party.

It's a pity that no one can laugh in front of this person's terrifying sense of oppression.

Because, he is the old man in the mountain, the king of assassins, the assassin of assassins.

Crown Aain, Hassan Sabah.

however--

"Ha, ha ha ha ha"

The long-haired man who was fishing suddenly let out a burst of hearty laughter.

It sounded like he understood the point of the joke, and laughed so hard that tears were about to flow down his face.

"Haha sang~ Everyone thinks that you are the kind of guy who has no sense of humor."

The assassin was silent for a moment.

"Actually," he buzzed, "I have a great sense of humor."

"It's just that everyone who feels it is dead, right?"

"Well"

There is no way to refute it.

wow-

The long-haired man lifted the fishing rod with a smile, the stars shattered and the water splashed everywhere.

"Oh, I didn't expect to be able to work with you one day, Hassan. It's obvious that our superiors have always been at odds with each other.

"How do you say it? It's almost like a bastard looking at mung beans—they met their eyes!

"Tsk, this is really a rare thing~ It seems that this time we have to deal with an extremely difficult guy."

The man stretched out his hand, gently took the small silver fish he caught from the fishing ditch, squatted down, and put it back into the pool.

The fish has been caught.

What the fisherman enjoys is the fishing process. Jiang Shang will not admit that he is often in the air force.

"—Speaking of which, it was hard for me to squeeze in. These days are getting more and more complicated, and even overtime work has to be robbed."

The burly assassin was silent for a while.

"Me too."

"Huh?"

The squinted eyes of the long-haired man opened a gap slightly, and a ray of surprise floated in the dark purple pupils.

"I still eat

He was singing while sitting in the hot pot, and suddenly he was called over to work overtime. Here, there is no overtime pay for a temporary job. "

"Me too."

"Tsk~ I asked my old man what's the matter, he put Fuchen there and smiled, with the expression of a riddle that must not be revealed."

The long-haired man narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin as he recalled.

"—Well, I guess there are nine out of ten, the old man doesn't know himself, so he can only play the game."

"It's the same with my family."

""

The atmosphere was a little stagnant.

The long-haired man raised his head and looked at the cloudless night sky, with an expression of interest on his face.

"Interesting, what kind of guy will attract the attention of both of us at the same time"

He gently picked up the fish basket with his fingertips and hung it on his arm.

Because he was not tall enough, he could only stand on tiptoe a little, and patted the assassin's shoulder, and there was a hollow, hollow echo.

Is there really a person inside this armor?

"Go, work~"

Strange and gorgeous attire, holding a shield as tall as a city gate, and the well-known great sage.

The two beautiful girls and the white-haired man walked together on the streets of the capital city of Orkney County. The strange dress and this lineup could not help but attract the attention of pedestrians.

"Sure enough, that King Arthur is still such a noble and considerate king at this time."

The historical records are not wrong.

Fujimaru Tachika couldn't help feeling emotional.

Looking at the peaceful and happy scene of people laughing and laughing, living and working in peace and contentment on the street.

The holy city that sprang up in Jerusalem looked like hell by comparison.

"The fact that King Arthur is a woman is already very surprising. A woman can convince the Knights of the Round Table in this world, and her virtue is beyond doubt.

"But what changed her mentality? Since he is such a noble king, it is impossible for him to want to destroy the world."

Fujimaru Tateka was thinking.

What is the king's virtue?

This kind of thing, look at the street, the smiles of the people will know.

She had never seen anything similar in that holy city of Camelot—those sallow and emaciated refugees with only numbness and suffering on their faces.

"I watched Lily grow up all the way. If you want to say who has the deepest influence on her"