Chapter 18: The Black Knight's Parting

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He who dies cannot die anymore.

The night of the wild goose, this man who has been working hard, but after all, he can't get anything finally achieves his last wish.

"Bersaker, don't get in the way of Knight, and then... kill me. ”

Rhodes didn't know what to say about this man, he hated him, but what could he say to a man who could give such an order with a final spell and die with such a miserable smile?

Probably, you can't say anything, right?

The cyan light trail crushed the body of the hive again and again, and the wind wall of the holy blue firmly locked all the paths of the dirty crunch's escape. Not even the slightest debris, half of the insect corpses could not escape from the storm circle.

Rhodes wielded the blade of the wind in this circle of light, turning enemies into pieces again and again, until finally, when he had survived for five hundred years, but was only entangled in the immortal waste that could not be resurrected, he nailed the Storm Lord to the ground.

In this shattered world full of devastation and no longer the old view, a foehn wind blew.

In an instant, the broken sawdust was ignited by the gale, and the whistling flames burned with the help of the deliberate wind, turning into a ring of fire, and the wails of the insects were so shrill and noisy that they were like the wails of hell.

The bugs, having lost their hosts, rushed out of the basement and frantically rushed outside, but none of them could escape.

Rod's wind is the insect cage, and all the insects can only be thrown into the ring of fire forged by the foehn wind in batches in the whirlpool of this wind, and turn into ashes.

The gray smoke was so huge that even if Rhodes deliberately controlled the fire, a large amount of smoke and dust still covered the night sky, and the dark red fire really seemed to pull the world into hell.

“・・・”

Jian Tong Dirty Yan, the great demon sorcerer who has lived for five hundred years, can't die anymore.

Even if they have lived for so long, people who are not at the level enough are still human beings, and they can only die when they confront non-humans.

Rod walked to the basement step by step, slightly scorched by the flames, and the way was almost shattered by the out-of-control insects, and the porous door panel could no longer resist his casual punch.

Pop...

The reinforced steel bars and door panels shattered to the ground, and Rhodes stepped into the gloomy space.

・・・Is that her?

Rodton stopped.

The girl who appeared in front of him, the horror in her eyes was a dead silence that Rhodes had never seen before...

"Sakura?"

The knight leaned down, half-knelt in front of the girl, and asked in a low voice.

He didn't dare to stretch out his hand, nor did he dare to amplify even the slightest sound.

This girl's posture is so desperate, she... probably doesn't expect any redemption anymore, does she? she has no hope, no expectations, she is used to despair, and is she still alive? As a human being?

"Sakura?"

There was no answer.

Maki Yanya is dead, and he hasn't even been able to see Sakura's last side, but for him, it's probably a good thing... The girl he so longed to save was so sad...

Did he succeed or fail?

Ah, maybe he already made up his mind? This desperate decision is probably the outcome that has been known for a long time, right?

I don't dare to look at the girl...

"Sakura?"

But Rhodes couldn't stop calling, and if he just let go, what qualifications did he have to save others?

If you can't even save the person in front of you, how can you talk about salvation?

He called out firmly and continuously, and he believed that the girl would answer him after all...

Then the girl, looking up.

What kind of eyes are they...

Deep purple, emotionless eyes, such beautiful pupils, but completely defocused, jewel-like eyes, yes...

Beautiful, brilliant, but lifeless.

Like a dead thing, it's just a dead thing that reflects light and doesn't dye it.

“・・・”

Is this the girl that the night of the wild goose is trying to save...

Filthy hives, white wriggling worms, slime, warm, moist and heterogeneous air.

Where is this where humans are supposed to live?

On the dark purple floor, it was not a floor at all, nor was it cement, but a thick, afterbirth-like layer of flesh, and you could faintly see the wriggling liquid blisters under it, and the fat white larvae curled inside, and the whole basement was as disgusting as a huge stomach pouch, just staying here was as unbearable as being in another world.

Even Rhodes doesn't want to endure even a second more in the world.,It's actually a girl's daily life...

So, picking up the girl, Rhodes stood up and walked out of the room.

“・・・”

There's probably no need to say anything more, right?

A bitter foehn wind blew behind him, crimson, the red that burned everything, the twisting and rising brought by the high temperature began to roll, the crimson wave was like the legendary karmic fire, the fury and tyranny that burned everything was everything, and this red wave poured into the hive. Burn the demonic scenery to the ground.

"It's okay... Sakura..."

Whispering to someone, Rhodes walked up the stairs back to the hall in ruins.

There, the black knight stood.

“・・・”

After a little look, I saw that I was stabbed through the chest by a long sword, and I was sitting down at the base of the wall, and the zombie-like figure finally found peace in death.

There was a reluctant smile on the corner of his mouth...

Is it really so reassuring?

Rod frowned a little melancholy.

"It's been a long time, Saltisius. ”

The Black Knight's body was so blurred in the dimly lit hall, and the moonlight reflected through the holes, but it made him feel as if he was in an ancient theater.

Broken worlds, deserted mansions, broken, ruined, burning fires and wailing demons.

Is this still the world of humans?

"Long time no see, Lancelot"

The black knight turned his back to Rhodes and slowly took off his helmet.

Have you come to your senses...

Rhodes has a mixed taste.

He didn't know what to say, according to reason, he should draw his sword at this moment, fight this person, and behead this person who caused the fall of the dynasty under the sword...

Not to mention the rising and slow but steady light, which means the death of the knight from the battlefield.

Is it really wrong just morally... Lancelot?

Yes, there is a mistake...

I confirmed this again, but what kind of mistake did he make...

"It's rare to see each other, don't you want to say something?" Saltisius, it seems that our relationship has not been good for a long time..."

Long?

No, we didn't start with, yes, when did we start thinking of each other as enemies?

Why can't I remember? It's such an important thing?

"It's not because of you and Gnavelette..."

"No, it's not..."

The knight turned, finally breaking free from the shackles of fury, but the knight, who was still so sad, turned his sturdy body and looked down slightly.

Then, he frowned...

"From a long, long time ago, when I left the lake fairy to join the king's team, our relationship has not been good..."

Then, he smiled with relief.

"Hah, but you're right, what happened to me, you have the power to see the essence of people, whether it's my ending or King Arthur's ending, only you can see it, right? No, maybe add Master Merlin..."

His head began to ache slightly, and Rod realized that he didn't quite understand what Lancelot was saying.

See the essence of man?

Wait... What's going on?

"Lancelot?"

"Ahh

But the time of the unanswered, the headache, the strange buzzing in his brain, something stopped Rhodes from thinking. Something... It looks like it's about to jump out.

I can't ask, it's not time...

The voice whispered, and Lancelot didn't notice Rod's wavering.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and they flowed slowly down his frightening face, already emaciated, tormented by pain and curse.

What kind of pain did the handsome and majestic, noble and gentle knight of the past suffer to torment Jos?

"Tell me, Sartisius, am I wrong?"

Lancelot and Gnavel's love affair was a platonic spiritual love, and at that time, the Christian doctrine that a husband could not be punished for his wife's spiritual admiration...

Lancelot and Gnevel, are pure.

"...

Rodriit understands it very well, everyone understands it, but one thing hasn't changed.

It's betrayal.

"Ah, needless to say, Saltisius, you're probably going to say I'm wrong..."

No... I don't...

"I knew it was something I shouldn't have done, but I made such a choice, I am a despicable traitor, the source of the fall of the empire..."

No... I didn't say that...

"But, Saltisius. ”

Lancelot's figure was a little blurred in the light. Tears were crystal clear in the lost light, is this a knight turned into a wraith, the most brilliant thing?

"I love Gnavier, but we're pure... King Arthur didn't give her happiness, I just want to do this..."

No, no... The brightest thing is not the tears, but the heart.

"Lancelot, I'm sorry, maybe you are not wrong in the law, but it is the king's will, traitor"

However, no.

Yours have indeed betrayed the struggling girl, Gnavele, who could not afford to be in her position, who was unable to hold on to the position of the queen, and Lancelot...

As a sacrifice... may be qualified, but as a knight...

"You are guilty"

Rushing forward, he abandoned the Storm Lord in his left hand, and the blade of his right hand pierced through Lancelot's chest.

On the Great Knight's Oath Sword, the inscription lit up, and the magnificent silver flame began to burn.

"But it's already been repaid..."

With his head down, Lancelot's expression was unreadable.

"Hehe, convict without permission... You're still like this..."

The figure faded away, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I guess I'm longing to be forgiven...

Although the man did not know that the king's identity was a woman, he did not know how important the position that Gnavelle should keep...

The knight turned into a point of light and dissipated into the night sky, losing the unrepentant lake light as a support, and the body of Yanye also fell to the ground.

Rhodes held his head high, looking up at the crescent moon through the rift.

The discomfort in my heart is even stronger...

But ah...

When did I first come to know that the king was a woman?

The memory is complete, but at the same time as there is more to it, there seems to be more missing.

There seems to be a rapid drain...

I'm a traverser...

Traverser, what's that?

"It's a nasty feeling... Damn"

Something important, something you don't want to lose, but you can't get it back anyway.