hero?it must be me

"Long!!"

A sharp blade of thunder and fire split this raging wave in two.

"I was just wondering why your house is as crisp as a biscuit."

Standing in front of Bedivere, Zheng Qi split the wave with a punch, looking at the Lion King who scattered the thunder with a single shot.

No.

Now, she should be called a goddess...

Goddess, Rungomigniad.

"It turns out that your throne wasn't there in the first place."

exactly.

As the real core of the Holy City, where the Lion King's throne is located, how could the space between the thrones be shattered by the aftermath after only three strikes by both Zheng Qi and the Lion King?

The answer is that the real throne room, the real place of oath, was not in that room from the beginning.

The reminder of the magic book, Zheng Qi's premonition, all these really point to the scene in front of him.

Surrounded by layers of waves, after peeling off the surface of the world, it is the true appearance of this planet that is displayed at the end of the world.

——The Lion King She has been sitting at the end of the world and waiting since the beginning.

"Your soul knows what good is, but you can do evil without hesitation. There is no doubt that this is extremely evil."

"So reckless, so arrogant and frivolous."

Between the words, the Lion King, who stood in front of the throne and wiped the blood from his forehead, looked down at Zheng Qi and raised the tip of his spear.

"Your soul is an inferior product that is not needed, please die."

"laugh."

As if hearing something funny, Zheng Qi laughed out loud.

His body began to quietly flow out a dark green mist.

"Everyone thinks they are the one who can beat me."

Zheng Qi, once again, took a step forward.

As he moved forward, the dark green mist suddenly gushed out from his body, and in an instant, in front of the throne that should have been embraced by the waves of the end, the gloomy afterlife silently opened the door of steel .

From the door, a tall figure covered in mist rushed towards the lofty Lion King.

"Based on you, it's not enough class yet!"

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"Hey, there are so many of them. If you pull them all out, it won't be easy for the coalition army to get in."

Another solemn knight was knocked over with a magic bullet. Seeing the empty shell turn into flying magic particles, Da Vinci whistled.

"Now is not the time for emotion, dear Da Vinci!"

Li Xiang dodged a halberd swinging in his short body, and his rippling body retreated deftly, pulling away from the solemn knight.

When the solemn knight was trying to chase after him, the huge shield hit the solemn knight firmly.

The solid weight of the shield itself, coupled with the excellent arm strength of the user, this blow simply sent the solemn knight flying.

"Sorry, Master!"

Ignoring the solemn knight who fell out after crashing into the wall, Mash who returned to Lixiang and set up a shield said in a deep voice.

"Just in time, Matthew!"

Li Xiang took a breath.

The strength of these solemn knights is not too high. With the abilities of Matthew and Da Vinci, one can usually be dealt with in two or three rounds.

The problem is quantity.

Really, too much.

Roughly estimated, Da Vinci and Matthew wiped out no less than [-] upright knights in such a short period of time.

If it wasn't for the limited space in this corridor and the limited number of solemn knights who can attack them at the same time, if they fought like this, they might really be suppressed by these solemn knights in numbers.

To be honest, Lixiang was very glad that he had the initiative to ask Zheng Qi about the mystery of Ripple.

Otherwise, just relying on the magic dress on his body and the enhanced magic that he knows, in this case, it is likely to become a burden to Mash and Da Vinci in turn.

Using ripples to strengthen body functions like now, not only lasts longer than using strengthening magic, but the strengthening effect is also better.

At least one-on-one, she can even deal with the solemn knight for a while.

Having said that, the current situation is not optimistic.

Because they really couldn't spare the time to help Lancelot.

"Clang! Clang! Dang!"

The indestructible lake light was danced into a ball of flowing colors that swirled around the body, cutting off all the chains that were trying to wrap around.

Lancelot kept running along those rough footings, bundles of chains chasing after him.

Whenever he found a gap and swung his sword to cut out the magical flying blades, Agguiwen would wave the magic-strengthened halberd in his hand in a correct way to offset those magical flying blades one by one.

The two sides fought from the original narrow corridor to the ramparts of the royal city. You come and go, it seems to be evenly matched.

It shouldn't.

Although they are both members of the round table, there is a gap between the knights of the round table in terms of combat ability.

The gap between Lancelot and Aggavin is even more obvious in terms of combat ability.

Although there are basic abilities derived from the madness method of the Holy Lance, there are still gaps in martial arts and treasures.

But why...

"...Agret."

Lancelot spun around, dodging another round of chain raids.

He stared at Agguiwen closely, with a somewhat unbearable expression.

"You actually... use your own spirit base as fuel for madness?"

How to do it, Lancelot did not understand.

But that's probably the only explanation.

——The berserk possessed by Agguiwen can be regarded as a special kind even among all the berserk spells bestowed by the Holy Lance.

The berserk transformation of a solemn knight requires a large amount of mana supply in terms of consumption, which also leads to the fact that after the transformation is completed, the defeated solemn knight will often directly turn into broken magic particles.

And the berserk transformation possessed by Agguiwen has been exchanged for a more powerful effect with more intense consumption.

He can even use his own spirit foundation as the fuel needed for madness.

It was also because of this that he was able to maintain the short-term balance with Lancelot by relying on his superiority in attack frequency and basic ability when he was at a disadvantage in both Noble Phantasm and Martial Arts.

"Drink!"

Agguiwen obviously didn't have the idea of ​​talking too much with Lancelot.

Race against time, he raised the halberd in his hand that was about to collapse!

Chapter 420 Chapter 120: Stay with me till death! ! !

In Ageguiwen's hand, there is still a hole card.

He really didn't ask the Lion King for his blessing.

But since the establishment of the Holy City, relying on the divine power of the Lion King, with the character of Agguiwen, he will naturally make a lot of preparations to deal with the various situations he imagined.

Agguiwen was not a pure warrior.

As much as he loathed it, he couldn't ignore the positive role his mother, Morgan, played in his life.

In the magic journey, Agguiwen also has certain attainments.

He wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that he could rival Lancelot just by going berserk and these solemn knights whose average strength had been reduced for mass production.

But now, the solemn knight left Lixiang and the others with no time to help Lancelot. In Agguiwen's view, if he wanted to end this battle as soon as possible, he had to show his final trump card here.

He didn't lie.

He didn't care much about Bedivere going to the throne room first.

What Age Guiwen was really worried about was always Zheng Qi.

Until now, he still couldn't understand Zheng Qi.

It is not about the origin and purpose, but a simpler question.

How strong is Zheng Qi?

I can't read the Agga script clearly.

This is what worries him the most.

Even if he is full of confidence in the Lion King, as long as he thinks that the opponent of the Lion King will be Zheng Qi at this moment, Agguiwen will inevitably feel a little doubt in his heart.

In order to dispel this doubt, even if it was only for a short while, Agguivin did not want to spend any more time with Lancelot and the others.

Of course, the hatred for Lancelot is also driving Aggavin to tear up the enemy in front of him as soon as possible.

The matter has come to this point, even the spirit base has been used as fuel for madness, and there is nothing left for him to—

"Boom!"

Wangcheng shook violently.

Agguiwen keenly judged that the source of the movement was in the direction between the thrones.

Subconsciously, Agguiwen, who was concerned about the Lion King, raised his head and looked in the direction between the thrones.

"Boom-long-"

The wave of the end, sweeping in.

Aggavin knew that it was the power of the Lion King.

However, seeing this magnificent scene, Agguiwen's face could not show a trace of joy.

He knew that the raging waves were not declaring the Lion King's victory.

"Long!!"

As if to confirm his thoughts, the giant blade made by Lei Huo split the stormy sea with one blow.

Correct.

This scene means that this fierce fight between Zheng Qi and the Lion King has just kicked off!

(--Chance!)

As a foothold for exerting strength, the solid royal city barrier under Lancelot suddenly exploded.

And he himself, relying on this strength, is about to rush to Agguiwen in the blink of an eye!

Just like before, being shaken by Agguiwen's heartfelt words, at this moment, Agguiwen is also distracted by the vision from the throne room.

It's also a fleeting flaw, which can be detected by Agguiwen, so why can't Lancelot not catch it?

Staring at Aggavin, all the strength of Lancelot quickly poured into the sword in his hand.

To seize this momentary opportunity, even a treasure like Wuhui Huguang would not have time to recite the real name.

Fortunately, the current him is no longer a knight of the Lion King, not even a heroic spirit or a servant.

The current him is a part of Zheng Qi's desperate situation of reincarnation.

Today, he lost [Blessing], but gained [Curse].

A [curse] that belongs to him alone.

And this [curse] made Lancelot, even if he didn't chant the real name of the treasure in his hand at this moment, it was enough to make this indestructible lake light exert a power that surpassed all-out liberation!

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