hero?it must be me

No, to be precise, that giant fist did not open a wound on Zheng Qi's chest.

The right hand, which was sunk into the wrist, was not so much penetrated into the chest cavity, but rather, it stretched from the chest into an unknown different space.

And when Zheng Qi made this terrifying move, clouds of dark green smoke slowly rolled up from all over his body.

These fogs did not spread to the surroundings, they all lingered around Zheng Qi's body, condensed and never dissipated.

All of a sudden, Mash and the others felt a biting chill.

Different from the coolness brought by the night in the wilderness, it is a kind of creepy feeling from the inside out.

Da Vinci narrowed his eyes slightly.

Bedivere opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

They all seemed to realize something.

Matthew and Lixiang, who were still in a state of confusion, couldn't help staring at Zheng Qi's hand that was sunk into his chest.

Under their watchful eyes, Zheng Qi slowly withdrew his palm from the generous chest.

"Here."

Holding a dark green light ball the size of an adult's head in his giant palm, Zheng Qi passed the light ball towards Matthew.

"He's here."

Matthew stared blankly at the... er... oversized matcha mochi coated with fluorescent agent?

For a moment, she didn't know how to react or what expression to face this situation.

But no one blames her.

Because Lixiang and the others didn't know how to face this situation.

As if feeling the sight of Lixiang and the others, this super-large matcha mochi—this dark green light group turned around quietly, and a clear human face appeared on the surface!

"You tyrant! If you want to kill me, you have to let the horse come here. Even if I am imprisoned by you, I will not betray my sincerity and chivalry!"

The magnetic masculine voice, with a majestic attitude, uttered from the mouth of this human face and fell into everyone's ears.

It's Lancelot.

——Hearing this familiar voice and seeing this familiar face, Bedivere's immediate judgment was like this.

Listening to Lancelot's words, Zheng Qi raised his other hand.

"Snapped."

He slapped the mochi crisply, not too hard, causing the mochi to shake twice like jelly.

"I'm not interested in wrangling with you, someone is just looking for you."

Zheng Qi compared his chins in the direction of Matthew and Bedivere.

Lancelot didn't feel any pain from that slap.

In other words, the current Lancelot is [cannot feel anything].

Not only is it cold and warm, but even the world in front of me is only black and white.

It can be seen, heard, but not felt.

This is where Lancelot is now.

He didn't want to pay attention to Zheng Qi, but now he has no such qualifications.

When he heard someone looking for him, Lancelot turned his eyes unconsciously, and looked in the direction indicated by Zheng Qi.

Immediately, the face on Mochi clearly showed Lancelot's astonishment.

"Bedwell... is it Bedwell?"

"It's me, Sir Lancelot, long time no see."

Bedivere twitched the corners of his mouth, he couldn't show a resolute expression to Lancelot who looked like this, but he really couldn't show the gentleness of the past.

He can only try not to let his smile have other meanings.

"Really...it's not surprising if Qing wants to find me..."

"No, Sir Lancelot, although I also, um, hope to see you again, but I am not the one who wants to talk to you."

Bedivere stretched out his hand and said, "The one who wants to see you is Miss Matthew."

"Matthew?"

Lancelot's attention was finally diverted from Bedivere's old friend's face due to the name he had never heard before.

Then, seeing Mash in armor holding the large shield, Lancelot's expression changed again.

If it was just a surprise.

That would probably count as panic now.

Chapter 352 Chapter 52: This is the best way to fight, Matthew

"you you--"

"Mister Lancelot."

Mash's expression became quite severe.

This was the first time Zheng Qi saw this girl put on such an expression.

"exist!"

If he had a complete body, then at this moment Lancelot must be sitting upright with his back straight.

"Are you serving the Lion King of the Holy Capital right now?"

"..."

"why?"

"..."

"Do you know what the Lion King has done so far?"

Lancelot's silence made the anger in Matthew's words more violent.

Her gaze made Lancelot try to turn his face away.

Unfortunately, he can't.

Which way this face should be turned was not up to him.

"...my sword is dedicated to Knight King Arthur, and it has been like this from the beginning to the end."

"Then why—"

"Because the choice of the Lion King is the best choice!"

As if the long-standing depression finally found a way to vent, Lancelot's attitude seemed a little excited.

He said loudly: "In this world on the brink of destruction, the path guided by the Lion King is undoubtedly correct and safe, even if it is cruel or tyrannical, as long as the end of this path—"

"Crap."

Lancelot's voice stopped abruptly.

The girl's palm can't fully grasp the current Lancelot like Zheng Qi can, but small also has small characteristics.

For example, just like Lancelot's face that was completely deformed by Matthew's slender fingers at the moment, it is a good expression of how much strength Matthew has used at this time.

In the eyes of others, it was as if Lancelot's face was to be pulled from the ball of matcha mochi.

"That is to say, after you clearly understood the atrocities of the Lion King, you still chose to help the evildoers."

Matthew's voice trembled.

But that obviously couldn't be because of the cool night.

Anyone could tell that in that trembling voice, some kind of intense emotion like a turbulent current was being suppressed.

I don't know if it was because Matthew pinched his face so badly, but Lancelot didn't respond.

And Matthew, it seems that he is not ready to listen to his answer.

Enough is enough—

"Oh!"

Lancelot was thrown violently to the ground.

The round body like matcha mochi made a shocking collision sound at the moment it collided with the wasteland.

Immediately afterwards, the moment Lancelot bounced off the ground, what greeted him was a heavy, strong, and extremely familiar large shield.

"—Give it to me! Enough is enough! Knight Lancelot!"

Accompanied by the sound of the large shield smashing the rock plate, Matthew's furious scolding spread far away under the night, so that the refugees who made room for them to communicate on the other side couldn't help turning their eyes away. Come and see this way.

"You are like this!"

"Boom!"

"can say that--"

"Boom!!"

"Is King Arthur's most beloved knight?!"

"Boom!!!"

The ground seemed to be shaking.

How heavy is that shield that is as tall as a person?

Hard to say.

But as far as Lancelot was deeply embedded in the rock, perhaps he should thank Zheng Qi for making him feel no pain at this time.

"Wait, wait! Wait a minute—"

"Knight Lancelot."

"Boom!!!!"

The big shield struck again, blocking Lancelot's words.

"Until now, you still don't know how to repent."

Mash raised her shield, and her eyes, which were always gentle as water, were now as bright as burning flames.

"Instead of continuing to embarrass yourself, let me beat you back to your seat right here and start over!"

"..."

Zheng Qi didn't intend to stop it.

He glanced sideways at Bedivere.

Because there was no surprise on Bedivere's face.

Rather, Zheng Qi even saw a hint of nostalgia.

So the heroic spirit who gave Matthew the power is really related to the round table?

"Wait, Mash—is that Mash?"

At the last moment before the great shield was about to fall again, Lancelot shouted: "I am no longer a servant of the Lion King!"

"--call."

The big shield stopped at the moment it was about to hit Lancelot's face.

"Oh."

It wasn't until this time that Zheng Qi made a fist with his right hand and smashed it into the palm of his left hand.

"I forgot to say, he really can't be regarded as a member of the Lion King now."

As he spoke, Zheng Qi flipped his right hand.

A dark green mist rolled and poured into Lancelot's Mochi body.