Master of Marvel World

? Altria stared at the servant in front of her.

The opponent's strength was much weaker than she was a complete body, but, at this distance, even she could not rescue the old priest from the tip of the gun.

As for giving up the safety of the old priest...

Altria pressed the hands of the invisible sword slightly.

She certainly doesn't care about Lingshu, but if the knight can't protect the weak, it won't make any sense. This is her way of knighthood.

The scene froze in this way.

Only the surging magic power is constantly accumulating.

But this stalemate is doomed to not last long, because third-party intruders are approaching.

It was Tosaka Tosaka who hurried over with a few magicians.

"Lancer!" Tosaka Toshimi exclaimed, "The chief warrior of the Fiona Knights of Ireland, wouldn't this put your glory in shame?"

"..."

Dilmud gritted his teeth humiliatingly.

But his body is not controlled at all.

Just looking at the other person's expression, Tosaka Toshimi knew very well that this was Lancer's lord, and Kenneth used a spell on him.

On the Chaldean side... Tosaka Tokimi looked at Altria, and it was obvious that only one came.

So, do you want to use Lingshu?

Tosaka Tokimin thought in his heart that if he controls Gilgamesh, kills Lancer and saves the priest, he can only choose one of the two, or consume two spells.

Save the priest, the lost spell should be able to be replenished.

The key is... whether Gilgamesh can save the priest.

Tosaka Tosaka quickly thought about the gains and losses in his mind, and finally believed that he should not let the priest as the overseer suffer misfortune, let alone the Tosaka family and the church.

But just when he had made a choice and raised his right hand.

Roar--!

It sounded like a demon's roar from outside the door.

The huge black knight tore through the door of the church and rushed in. The top of the long stick covered with blood lines shot a lead bullet at Tosaka Tokimi like a machine gun.

The scope of the attack has even enveloped the entire church.

Bang bang bang!

Altria brandished a sharp sword and shot her lead bullet while protecting the range that attacked the old priest and Dilmud.

However, Tosaka Tokimi was caught off guard by this precision attack, and the right hand that portrayed Ling Shu was instantly torn apart.

"It's started." Gilgamesh in the sky, gently shaking the glass, looked at the black-clothed man in front of him, "This is the ball you prepared for me? Although inferior in quality, this awkwardness is equally pleasant. Part of it."

"As long as the king likes it." Yan Feng Qi respectfully salutes.

Even though he knew that his father and his teacher were facing death crisis because of his behavior below, he didn't care because the sense of morality that was constantly emerging in his heart had drowned him with joy.

Yanfeng Qili felt the Lord's blessing for the first time.

He finally found what he was after, the catharsis of this hatred, the joy of manipulating everything.

"Heh." Gilgamesh chuckled, "Interesting, after the death of Tosaka Tokimin, you will be my minister."

Tosaka Tokimi's arm depicting Ling Shu has been interrupted.

This kind of thing like a magic circuit, as long as it is deprived of the body, it will be useless. There is no doubt that Jian Tong Yanye is a special order after being told by someone.

Gilgamesh's gaze looked down again.

Tosaka's suppressed screams seemed to him like punishing a rebellious courtier, and what he felt was the joy of being a king.

If you dare to disobey the king's miscellaneous repair, you should have a tragic fate.

At this time, Altria did feel the challenge.

When she arrived here, Dilmud had already said that as long as he received any attack, he would kill the old priest, but the berserker who appeared in front of him attacked regardless of the enemy or me.

Where is the master of berserker?

Altria's gaze looked not far away. The Tong Yanye, who was leaning on the church wall, was suppressing the pain in her body, but stared excitedly at Tosaka Tokimin who was running around.

He not only wanted to kill the opponent, but also tortured him to vent the pain he had endured this year.

That kind of extremely hateful sight made Altria frowned slightly.

Now she can understand this emotion.

It's no use talking to someone in hatred.

but--

"Even if it is hatred, innocent people should not be involved."

The path of the knight king is to protect the weak. Altria held the sword in her hand and rushed towards the berserker, but at the moment of blocking the long stick, the berserker roared as if it had been greatly stimulated.

this is......

Altria had an inexplicable feeling, as if the other party knew her offensive well.

He was even familiar with this sword guarded by an invisible sheath.

The key is--

Hatred was attracted to myself.

Altria, who kept jumping backwards, had to accept the exact fact that the other party was a soldier who had seen her before his death, and even therefore abandoned the master's goal and launched an attack towards her instead.

But this is exactly what she intended.

Bring this incommunicable berserker away from Lancer to avoid the death of the old priest due to the spread of war.

"It's almost here."

Altria came to an empty garden, stopped, turned back and concentrated the black knight's armor with precise slashing. The majestic power belonging to the heroic spirits directly knocked the opposite side by dozens of meters and crashed. The large petals fluttered before it could stop.

Even the berserker with superb attributes is no match for the knight king who appears as a heroic spirit.

"Since you have recognized me as the King of Britain, Altria Pendragon and challenged me, you should be named-if you still agree with the glory of the knight."

Altria said in a deep voice.

She had already swept past the enemies she defeated in her mind one by one, but she couldn't find any existence that matched the person in front of her.

That is undoubtedly very superb fighting skills, it should leave a deep impression on people.

unless......

The depraved appearance of Jill, a former friend of Joan of Arc, appeared in Altria's mind, which made her feel a very bad feeling.

"Kacha Kacha..."

Reminiscent of the sound of gears turning.

The black knight stood up from the petals, and the sound of the pitch-black armor turning was mixed with chilling hoarse laughter.

The helmet that wraps the entire head is gradually removed.

As if the nightmare had become reality, Altria felt the malice of the world towards her. Even the sword-holding hands trembled slightly, and the indescribable cold rushed into his mind along his back.

"The knight in the lake...Lancelot."

The name of the knight who had degenerated into a berserker in front of him murmured from Altria's mouth.

That was a member of the Knights of the Round Table, one of King Arthur's most trusted companions.

"A-Ser-!"

Suddenly the roar of a wild beast, the black knight who showed his face finally revealed his true treasure, the "indestructible light of the lake" corresponding to the name of the knight in the lake.

Nothing can prove the identity of the other party more than this sword, and completely shred Altria's only remaining fantasy.

"Do you so... hate me? My friend..."

Altria issued a sad question, but got murderous attacks everywhere, seemingly the best response.

Until this moment.

She can deeply understand what a kind of tough heart that Joan is able to hold his weapon firmly in front of her old friends, that ordinary-born girl has the noble dignity that her king can't match.

"What has happened cannot be changed. Everyone needs to bear the sins they have done." Altoria muttered what Joan had just said, as if the sword was wielding an unbearable weight. "Order the execution of the princess...Guineville...That is my fault, so I will bear all your hatred!"

The surging magic power was released from the body of the sword, and the girl who fought for glory to the last moment, ushered in a battle that was not a glory.

Every time the collision between the sword and the sword is torturing Altria's heart.

That was the subordinate she once trusted, who suffered and suffered for her glory.

The attack called "Resentment" was held high by the fallen knight in the lake.

"Yes, I feel it all!"

Altria clenched her teeth, slammed the black knight's weapon high, and slashed with her sword high.

"My fault, your hatred...Lancelot, I won't ask for your forgiveness, but the victory represented by this sword is you, and everyone gives their lives and bears everything. The things that I have to guard, even if I am alone, I am bound to stick to this glory!"

At this moment, the motivation that drove Altria to wield the sword was no longer a wish to protect the country.

But the King of Knights, and all the knights who follow the King of Knights, will surely win the glory of victory.

This glory does not allow Altria to retreat.

and so--

The surging magic power suppressed the weight of the heart. Altria, who had already made it clear that she was no longer weak, was a knight who promised victory. Even if it was her own fault and incomparable guilt that stood in front of her, she had to take it. victory.

Bang!

Accompanied by the heavy impact, the armor that combines superior performance and artistic beauty can no longer withstand the epee of the Knight King.

In a terrifying sound, it exploded.

Then there was the sound of a sharp blade entering the body, and Altria opened her eyes tightly, forcing herself to look at the sword that pierced her friend's body.

The battle is over.

"Wang..." a nostalgic voice.

Looking up, the black knight's eyes, at the moment when he was about to return from the defeat, seemed to be free from the mad curse, and restored the calm gaze that was as calm as a calm lake in the past.

"Lan... Slott."

The tears that Altria had been holding back, under this familiar sight, flowed from her eyes unbearably.

"This is really..."

Lancelot seemed to have seen Wang's tears for the first time. Some were frightened and raised his palms, but let them go because of weakness.

In the end it just turned into a chuckle of relief.

"Wang, it has changed."

"Yes..." Altria lowered his gaze, "I was fortunate to meet a master who cared about me. He made me understand what unforgivable mistakes I had made. "

"No, as the king, you did nothing wrong." Lancelot shook his head lightly and continued with a wry smile, "The reason why I resent you... is because until the end, you did not personally Punish me, not asking me because of anger, cough cough, this made me, and the princess... until the end, I deeply blamed myself for betraying the most important person."

Contrast with the selflessness of hating the king.

What Lancelot really hated was still indirectly causing the fragmentation of the Knights of the Round Table.

"Lancelot." Altria raised her head again, her eyes full of tears stared at this former subordinate firmly, "I have decided...to accept my failure, from now on. Later, it only exists as a knight who guards the glory of victory."

"So...cough cough." Lancelot's reaction was much calmer than Altria had expected. "Originally, everything can't be changed anymore...I won't Your loyal knight..."

It seems to be with the last trace of regret.

The body of the black knight slowly dissipated with the wind.

Altria opened her mouth. She still had many things to say to her former subordinates, such as... the apology that she was a king but brought the kingdom to ruin.

However, all language has no meaning for the other party.

After a long silence in this already empty garden, Altria wiped the corners of her eyes, and regained her noble posture with boundless blessings and hopes.

It is probably the last cry like this.

Because the knight cannot be weak.

Altria held the sword in her hand and rushed to the church in the distance again. Her victory over Master Xu Ruo was not yet complete.

And when she arrived at the church, she saw the dying Ma Tong Yanye, and Tosaka Toshimi who had broken an arm and was bitten by insects, sitting on the ground and panting.

In the battle between this pair of enemies, Tosaka Toshimi won.

Until the end, Jian Tong Yanye didn't use Lingshu to forcefully summon berserker.

The master understood that berserker was driven by resentment to want to fight, but it was a pity that he, a half-hearted magician, was still slightly defeated even against the seriously injured Tosaka Tokichen.

With longing for Kwai~www.NovelMTL.com~ Jian Tong Yanye gradually closed her eyes.

Then...

Altria looked at Lancer who was still pointing the tip of the gun at the old priest, and the only way to contact Lingshu's control seemed to be the only possibility for the opponent's lord to re-order.

"Is this the case?"

Shen He received a call from Altria.

He didn't care much about the safety of the old priest, but he understood Altria's chivalry spirit.

"I'm probably clear, you just wait there first, I will arrange other things."

Shen He didn't expect that Altria would still meet Lancelot, but looking at her appearance, it seemed that this time it was not as unbearable as in the original book.

This is my own credit, which allowed my followers to grow.