hero?it must be me

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Although the body of a servant is often different from the human body structure in conventional medical concepts, in the face of Zheng Qi's unreasonable force, even a servant without a liver will be smashed by that organ. The "wave" that entered the body was so overwhelming that he couldn't move.

With Zheng Qi as the opponent, if there is a head-to-head confrontation, it is reasonable that the curse wrist will end up like this.

And after this punch, neither Zheng Qi nor the first generation of Hassan paid any attention to the cursed wrist that was lying on the ground and unable to get up.

The old man and Zheng Qi disappeared together.

Disappeared in the billowing mist that both sides set off together.

Lixiang and Matthew wanted to go forward, but they were stopped by Da Vinci before they could move.

"Even if you rush in, you won't find anyone, so don't worry."

——Da Vinci said so.

Lixiang and Mash didn't know why, but they still didn't continue to act rashly.

Fortunately, the fog that was thick enough to replace the night only lasted for less than a minute before quietly shrinking inward.

When the double haze of fighting against etiquette completely disappeared, what appeared in front of everyone was the intact old man and Zheng Qi.

"Um……"

The shirtless Zheng Qi turned his neck, looking like a seasoned decorator testing a screw that had just been screwed on.

"It's a pity, old man."

He suddenly said this to the old man.

"It's okay."

The old man has no pillar sword.

The jet-black big sword went to nowhere.

Now he folded his hands behind his back, and after answering Zheng Qi's cry, he turned his head to look at the cursed wrist that was still trembling slightly on the ground.

It's not that he is in a state of fear, it's just that less than a minute is not enough for the curse wrist to fully control his limbs from the impact Zheng Qi gave him.

However, feeling the sight of the old man, he took a deep breath with his cursed wrist, mustered up his strength again, and supported his body slightly with his trembling limbs and his head hanging down.

"Old Man of the Cursed Arm, you still haven't made any progress."

The old man's words suddenly became harsh.

There was red light in his eye sockets, watching the cursed wrist that bowed his head.

"Together with them, go to fulfill your duty. After that, behead your head."

"……Grateful."

The curse wrist said in a deep voice: "I only swear in the name of the old man in the mountain that I will definitely complete the mission."

Seeing this, the first generation Hassan looked towards Lixiang.

"You guys, let's go to the Atlas Court as soon as possible, time is running out. Before the spear held by the Lion King returns to his real body, return the sacred thing to its original owner."

After saying that, the figure of the old man disappeared.

Disappeared without warning.

Hearing the old man's words when he left, Bedivere suddenly became depressed for some reason.

"Brother, curse wrist!"

Li Xiang hurried to Zheng Qi and Curse Wrist.

Matthew and Sanzang followed closely behind.

"Mr. Zheng Qi, Mr. Curse Wrist, you..."

Matthew hesitated to speak.

She was really confused.

With the development of the matter, she didn't know what to say for a while.

Zheng Qi didn't look at them, but just looked down at the cursed wrist on the ground.

"His Excellency Zheng Qi..."

Curse Wrist didn't raise his head, as if he didn't want to meet Zheng Qi's eyes.

"I told you."

Looking at the curse wrist with his head buried, Zheng Qi looked neither angry nor disgusted, with such a peaceful look, it was hard to imagine that he could make the curse wrist unable to get up with a single punch.

"If you forget, don't cry out when you are really beaten by me."

"..."

The curse wrist was silent for a moment.

"Feel sorry."

"look up."

Hearing this, the curse wrist raised his head and saw the giant palm in front of him.

"how?"

The corners of Zheng Qi's mouth curled up slightly.

"Do you want me to hug you?"

"...Thank you, Your Excellency Zheng Qi."

The skull mask sewn on his face made it difficult to see the change in the expression of the cursed wrist.

But that relaxed voice was no different from a smile.

Seeing Zheng Qi's hand held by the cursed wrist, Sanzang stood up staggeringly, with helplessness and a little anger on his face, he put his hands on his hips and said, "Why do you men always like to solve problems like this?"

"That's what my mother taught me."

Zheng Qi replied seriously.

"Listen to her, you're right."

holy capital.

Conference hall.

"The whereabouts of Sir Mordred and Sir Lancelot are still unknown."

Ageweiwen reported: "However, the fortresses they are in charge of all have a certain amount of residual troops. Although they are not as good as the solemn knights, they still have the value of integration."

"Wait? What did you say?"

Gawain frowned, "The whereabouts of Mordred and Lancelot are unknown?"

As a knight guarding the main gate of the holy capital, Gawain naturally couldn't grasp the whereabouts of Mordred and Lancelot who were outside as guerrilla knights.

He did not know the situation of Mordred and Lancelot until today.

"According to the investigation at this stage, it is basically certain that they have all been defeated by the rebels."

Aggavin replied calmly.

Seeing this, Gao Wen said in a deep voice: "Then, rather than reorganizing their remnants, shouldn't the most important thing now be to deal with the powerful enemy?"

"It's Zheng Qi, right, that Zheng Qi."

Gao Wen said: "Except for Zheng Qi, I can't think of anyone on the rebel side who can defeat Lancelot and Mordred one after another."

"There is no need to worry about the rebel Zheng Qi."

"……What's the meaning?"

"His Majesty has personally sanctioned him."

"My own hands—is that the Holy Spear from that night?"

Gao Wen immediately reacted.

The light of the holy gun that night illuminated the sky of the holy capital, so it was naturally impossible to deceive Gao Wen who was guarding the main entrance.

Of course, there is no need to hide it.

However, today's Gao Wen will not have doubts about any words and deeds of the king.

Therefore, regarding the brilliance that belonged to the king, Gao Wen had no thought of asking anything.

And now, he knew why the holy spear showed its might that night.

only……

"Are you doubting that the king's sanctification can't bring down that madman? Gao Wenqing."

Seeing the seriousness on Gao Wen's face that still couldn't fade, Agguiwen said.

"How could..."

Gawain shook his head.

The power of the holy gun that night was obviously better than the punishment that the king gave him that day.

Even if it was him, he didn't dare to say that he could stop the majesty of the Holy Judgment that night.

Although Zheng Qi might be stronger than him in Gao Wen's opinion, even so, Gao Wen did not think that Zheng Qi could survive the king's ruling.

...Since this is the case, what is the reason for this inexplicable irritability?

Gawain adjusted his breathing.

"I lost my composure, and I am extremely sorry, my king."

"Prudent words, within reason, no problem."

The Lion King looked at Agguiwen: "The collection of the remnants of Sir Mordred and Sir Lancelot is left to you, Agguiwen."

"Yes."

"Then what about the remaining rebels?"

Tristan asked: "Although the chief culprit is punished, if we don't kill the grass and roots, if those rebels unite with the people of the mountain and join Osmandis's command..."

Agguiwen nodded upon hearing the words: "The king's plan has entered the final stage, and the duel with Osmandis is also approaching. From this point of view, it is indeed necessary to be on guard."

"In that case, let me go."

Tristan smiled and said, "The defensive arrangement of the Holy City, neither you nor Gao Wen can move, but I am different."

"Although an arm is missing, without that Zheng Qi, my Yaoxian is enough to wipe out those remaining evils."

Aggavin looked at the Lion King.

After thinking about it for a moment, the figure on the throne nodded, "Then I will leave this matter to Qing."

"I will live up to your Majesty's trust."

"As you know, the holy gun has entered the final stage."

The Lion King stood up and glanced at the Knights of the Round Table who were now only three.

"The Tower at the End is finally able to accept us."

"In the past, our greatest enemy was time. We must open the tower of the end before the king completes the burning of humanity."

"And now, it's all about to be done."

"The last hope lies here. My gentlemen——"