hero?it must be me

That is the Lion King, Arturia Pendragon.

"answer me."

Before Zheng Qi and Bedivere, who had entered between the throne room, could speak, the Lion King spoke first.

"You guys, who are you?"

"Why did you come to my castle?"

"Why did you appear in front of me?"

"I am the Lion King, the Storm King, the Lord of the End, the one in charge of the Holy Lance Lungomeniad, the remnant of a heroic spirit."

Just hearing that voice, just standing in front of that figure, Bedivere couldn't help trembling all over.

(The Lion King... This is the Lion King who has been holding the Holy Spear... He should have realized something, but in the end, it is still the same...)

Bedivere struggled to adjust his breathing.

(At least, I have to face up to that lord——)

Hearing what the Lion King said, Zheng Qi raised his eyebrows.

He glanced at Bedivere who was trying to raise his face and look directly at the Lion King.

"answer me."

The Lion King's eyes did fall directly on Zheng Qi.

"You are not the master, you are not a star, you don't even belong to this world, why do you want to visit the end of this world? Why, you want to disobey me?"

"You know me."

Zheng Qi looked at the Lion King: "I'm not the only one who came looking for you, do you want to come one by one?"

"...If you mean the masters of foreign lands, after that, it will be their turn."

"Good to say."

In front of the Lion King, Zheng Qi slowly raised his right hand.

"--call!!"

Between the throne, there was a sudden shock.

Behind the lion king's throne, the entire north side between the thrones, the magnificent walls carved out of glass and white bricks, like works of art, were all shattered in the violent storm.

"My name is Zheng Qi, and I'm here to beat you up."

Zheng Qi, who just swung out the astonishing punch with his fist, looked at the Lion King who was still sitting on the throne with his expression unchanged.

With his right fist, he stretched out an index finger, pointing directly at the Lion King's face.

"Now, get the hell out of there."

Chapter 419 Chapter 110 IX: Lion King, it's time for me to kill you

"Hit... me?"

Seemingly confused by Zheng Qi's words, the Lion King frowned slightly.

"Are you dissatisfied with me?"

"……call."

Zheng Qi seemed to sigh.

He took a step.

As if to give the Lion King enough time to react, Zheng Qi first slowly walked one or two steps towards the Lion King on the throne——

Immediately afterwards, he jumped up in front of the Lion King!

"when!"

The left fist burning with Longyan collided with the luxurious cavalry that suddenly appeared!

Condescending, Zheng Qi, who was temporarily suspended in mid-air, looked down at the Lion King holding the Holy Spear. He stretched his five fingers on his right hand and grabbed that beautiful face.

Looking at that posture, it seems that he wants to just grab the Lion King's face, and drag the Lion King, who seems to be overlooking the world all the time, from the throne!

Sitting upright on the throne, the Lion King, who received Zheng Qiyue's punch calmly with his holy spear, faced the big hand that rushed towards his face, and his expression remained unchanged.

"Om."

I saw the golden brilliance of the Holy Spear flowing, twisting and picking in the Lion King's hand, it actually pushed back the Zheng Qi in mid-air!

Those flowing movements, combined with the Lion King's calm demeanor, seemed to deal with Zheng Qi's attack this time, but it was an easy task for her.

——So, is that really the case?

"..."

The Lion King stared at Zheng Qi who landed easily.

"I won't say it a third time."

In a tooth-piercing sound, Zheng Qi tightened his five fingers, making his right hand into a fist.

He looked at the Lion King, and then loosened his right fist towards the Lion King as if to show something.

Grains of dust poured down, refracting the sunlight from the window edge, passing away with the wind like specks of crystal clear.

"Get out of here."

Facing the Lion King who lost the golden crown, Zheng Qi said so.

"……I don't know."

The Lion King finally stood up from his throne.

"You shouldn't have any reason to be my enemy."

"Don't talk to my mother--"

Zheng Qi's figure became blurred.

Before his words were settled, a thunderous muffled voice covered it up.

That was another collision of fist and gun!

Different from the blow that sounded like a war bell just now, the moment this punch came into contact with the Holy Spear, the invisible waves that oscillated blasted the walls between the thrones into layers of cracks. !

In the nearly confined space, the hurricane created by Zheng Qi's flesh and blood almost even lifted Bedivere, who was also in the battlefield, into the air.

However, this is just the beginning.

The left fist was intercepted by the Holy Spear again, and Zheng Qi's swifter right fist slammed towards the Lion King's face without hesitation.

"Boom!"

Fists and guns collided.

The second blow, the Lion King caught it again.

Immediately afterwards, it was the third blow that could not be dispatched!

"Oh!"

The aftermath of this blow finally caused the throne room to collapse.

Before Bedivere, who had found a new place to stay, could do something, the howling wind swept away the dust and smoke.

After three blows, only the steps and the base centered on the throne remained between the thrones, and they remained intact.

"As things stand now, as long as you can stand up and talk, you are finding fault with me."

Head to head, Zheng Qi, who completed the third blow with a head hammer, looked directly into the eyes of the Lion King who was close at hand.

From those lake-green pupils, Zheng Qi only saw one thing.

That is himself.

And what about The Lion King?

What did she see in Zheng Qi's dragon eyes that seemed to be lit by the color of dusk?

Is it anger?Is it disgust?

Or, the self who will be engulfed by the raging fire?

On this point, no one can say for sure except the Lion King himself.

"Squeak..."

A pair of big hands are tightly holding both ends of the Holy Lance.

This gilt silver-backed cavalry spear looks like a precious branch of a jade tree. It is quite long in shape. At first glance, the length of the whole body is at least three meters or more.

It stands to reason that with a weapon of this shape, if the holder is forced to get close to the distance where the enemy and the enemy can face each other with fists and feet when fighting on foot, then compared with using weapons of other shapes, every move must be different. pales in comparison.

However, in the hands of the Lion King, this holy spear seemed to have the magic of stretching and contracting freely. At such a short distance, it was able to resist Zheng Qi's heavy punch that was aimed at her pretty face every time at a critical moment.

However, one left and one right, this punch is faster than a punch, and the moment it collides with the holy spear, it will immediately turn into a claw and hold one end of the holy spear.

Therefore, the moment the two punches landed, it was equivalent to Lion King Zai and Zheng Qi starting to wrestle with each other using the holy spear as a rope.

That's why, with the martial arts attainments of the Lion King, facing Zheng Qi's upright three-hit combo, he couldn't dodge the last head hammer.

But now, this wrestling with the holy gun as the rope has a tendency to win and lose.

The existence of the Lion King is indeed no longer a heroic spirit or a follower.

Now she, as Osmandis said at the time, can be named a goddess.

How strong is this disparity in personality?Just look at Bediville's performance.

Not to mention ordinary human beings, even servants of heroic spirits often fall into the dilemma of being unable to move because they feel the difference in personality when facing the current Lion King.

Even ignoring the difference in personality, the increase in physical fitness brought about by this divinity alone is enough to make the Lion King surpass many heroes in terms of wrist strength, endurance, and agility.

To put it bluntly, even Gao Wen, who has been blessed three times, is not necessarily an opponent of the Lion King if he flexes his wrists.

Therefore, in common sense, there are very few heroic servants who can beat the Lion King in wrestling.

——However, the matter of Zheng Qi has never been treated with common sense.

"Quack quack—"

There was a creepy sound between the finger and the holy spear.

At the same time, as Zheng Qi's body leaned forward, the waist of the Lion King was also slowly bending backwards.

Obviously, in terms of wrestling, Zheng Qi has pushed the Lion King to a disadvantage.

Could it be that the Lion King, who made everyone deal with it so hard, only had this level?

—Naturally, impossible.

The Lion King, is just looking for answers.

She just wanted to see what kind of existence this soul from another world was before she could come to her throne.

In the short three-strike confrontation, she did not underestimate Zheng Qi, but she did not try her best.

What I have to say is that she doesn't pay enough attention to Zheng Qi.

And this point, the Lion King himself has already noticed it.

When she understood this point, the power belonging to the Lion King really burst out towards Zheng Qi!

"Boom-long-"

Like the sea, like the waves—

No, not right!

That is the stormy sea coming from the end of the world!

Guided by the radiance of the holy spear, the world changed its posture in an instant.

It seems to roll from the skyline where the sun wheel fell, the torrent of energy like clouds and waves is like a tsunami rising suddenly on the boundless ocean, when you first see it, it is on the horizon, and in the blink of an eye, it is already close in front of you. Rage of the day!

The raging wave rolled down, and when it was about to touch the Lion King, it turned softly like a stream in spring, bypassed the Lion King, and engulfed Zheng Qi with an overwhelming force!

Not only that, the waves are rolling forward, and they are about to submerge Bedivere at the rear——