"Arthur, they're so miserable! It's like a little lamb that was attacked by a wolf in my house before......" Tana's face was sad, she looked at Han Feng softly, and said weakly in a low voice:

Han ...... Wind, I know you can do it, please, save them! ”

His eyes were blurred, his face was painful, his voice was like crying, and even the bright little red mole on his forehead was much darker at this time. It's really pitiful for me, and it instantly makes the protective desire in the crazy brother's heart spontaneously. couldn't help but free his hand, rubbed his nose, skipped Tang Yue'er, and nodded slightly at Tana, which was considered to be accepted. But he lowered his head to Zhao Feifei in his arms and smiled:

"Look at people, how gentle they are, it reminds me of the little nurse when I first met you...... Now I like to shout and kill! Alas...... The past is unbearable......"

Zhao Feifei heard him rarely mention that when the two first met, his heart was sweet, and he couldn't wait to melt his heart, where can he still be tough? only lightly pecked the man's face, then fell into his arms, and never mentioned the matter of charging into battle to kill and save people.

Tang Yue'er saw that in Han Feng's eyes, there was only Tana and no herself, and she couldn't help but bow her head gloomily, thinking about the right and wrong of this move, but she didn't want to fall into Han Feng's eyes.

Although the crazy brother has been in a panic in the boudoir, he has never wanted his wife to be under a little pressure and grievance, not to mention that he stole his mouth in front of Sister Yue'er just now - although it is just "taking the pulse". Seeing this, he hurriedly smiled:

"Yue'er's wife, don't think too much, since this knight of the round table is loyal to me, how can he be bullied so lightly...... This favor was simply given to Tana, what do you think? ”

Tang Yue'er saw that this guy "didn't forget to dig wells", and she still had to ask for her own opinions on everything, and her worries suddenly disappeared, and she looked up and smiled sweetly:

"That's the best, of course! In fact, I don't believe it, you are willing to lose this power on the bright side of the European world! ”

Tang Yue'er is smart, which doesn't mean that Tana can't turn a corner. At this time, why don't you know if you were put on a table by this guy? As soon as the girl's heart opened, it was difficult to return to the original coldness, and she immediately glanced at her beautiful eyes, regardless of the tears in her eyes, and said with a slight annoyance:

"Mr. Han said that he wanted to give me a favor, but he had a plan for a long time?"

Han Feng was burned by the eyes, his heart trembled, he didn't know how to answer, he always felt that it was too wrong to say more, so he simply pointed his hand and said with a smile:

"Whoa! Aren't there rescuers there? Now Tana just needs to do this, this and this......"

Zhao Feifei raised his head suddenly, took a bite of his hand, and said angrily:

"Speak human words! What do you mean by so, so, so, and so?! ”

The crazy brother was slightly embarrassed, and hurriedly smiled at Tana:

"Sister, you should understand what I mean, right? If I don't understand, I'm about to be bitten to death by a tiger! ”

Tana wanted to pretend not to know and let Zhao Feifei take a few more bites, but for some reason, when she saw him asking, she was overjoyed for no reason, and she softened and nodded lightly to show her understanding.

Only Zhao Feifei felt very unpleasant, especially the word "tiger", which was very heartbreaking! He was about to bite, but Han Feng pinched his chin and turned his face around:

"Look there, and you'll understand...... Still biting? What a habit, really! When I go back, I will revise the family law and add the clause that you are not allowed to bite your husband casually! ”

Zhao Feifei was too lazy to listen to his ramblings, his beautiful eyes flowed, and after a little inspection, he was on the battlefield.

There, just above the very center of the encirclement, there was a treasure of its own that was spinning rapidly, purple light shooting out from the body, tightly enveloping the battlefield below, in a black cloud and black smoke, splashing blood, it was even more beautiful and mysterious!

Grail. Drunk.

…………

"I gave you a chance, but now, you have no hope!"

Patrick gently pressed the scepter against his opponent's heart, shook his head regretfully, and said:

"There was an opportunity in front of you, but you didn't cherish it. Until now......"

Arthur was still in shock, oblivious to the massive casualties of the Knights of the Round Table and the scepter, which could take his life at any moment.

That holy power is definitely the truest and purest holy power! Who else but Jehovah God Himself can do it?

Could it be that the mastermind behind this qiē is God himself?!

If not, then who else but Yahweh could unleash such a pure and vast invincible power?!

If so, then why do you still leave a death prophecy in the Heavenly Demon City?!

This qiē, in front of the stage and behind the scenes, betrayal and loyalty, faith and killing, sacredness and darkness...... How exactly should it be explained?

He has led the Knights of the Round Table to defend it for more than 1,500 years, has it been in the midst of this man's huge conspiracy? will always be just an ignorant, ignorant and fearless little pawn......

Arthur's thoughts were racing in his heart, and his face was like ashes, and the pain of being fooled by his faith after all kinds of betrayals he had experienced in his life, was like the witch's most insidious serpent, which was gnawing at the broken heart. The heart-wrenching pain that life is worse than death is even more profound than when his queen split her legs with others!

Should I be angry, or sad? Should I resist desperately, or should I continue to obey?

Should this be the end of this qiē, or should the holy sword be raised, like the knight Don Quixote, fearless of power, not afraid of God, for the honor of knights...... The Last Battle!

But, what about the Holy Sword? What about the sword of the king that has always been in his hand? Why did it suddenly disappear?

Arthur's heart was filled with sorrow.

Who else but God can take away the magical holy sword that has been blessed by God Himself?!

It seems that he believed in God and guarded Catholicism for more than a thousand years, but he has been spinning on God's chessboard, and finally embarked on the road of rebellion against God! What is this qiē for?!

Alas! As soon as the qiē has passed, the only thing left is to be the victim of the filthy God at this time, except to lead the neck to be killed, and the husband can do nothing!

"Patrick, you won." As if waking up from a distant dream, Arthur looked quietly into the Pope's eyes, but he did not look at the sacred scepter that represented God's authority in his heart:

"I swear with the last honor of a knight: If there is an afterlife, no matter what the circumstances, I will never believe in God!"

"Your Excellency, do it!"

Arthur calmly turned his head to look at the old robes behind him, and smiled faintly - the Knights of the Round Table, who once left countless magical legends, have been wiped out at this time!

"I am always available to fulfill your request, Your Excellency." With a slight tremor of the scepter in Patrick's hand, he had already stabbed Arthur in the chest, and it only took one further for King Arthur to become a true legend.

"But if I kill you now, how can I lure out the God King behind you?"

"You, or you, are always just pawns, that's all!"