"Bell, bell, bell."

Swing your sword again to take the life of the enemy in front of you. In the sea of corpses and blood shrouded in the remnant sun, the knight wearing the horn mask let out an angry roar, "Where is King Arthur?" Where's the Knight King? ”

There were fewer and fewer enemies in front of him, and the knight breathed heavily, leaning against his sword. The continuous high-intensity battles have brought her physical strength to the limit. At the very beginning of the battle, the knights rushed into the enemy's main line. As if fate had played a joke, she never saw the person she wanted to see. "Ahem, ahem." The knight turned, and the blonde-haired king stood on the mound with the holy sword in hand. It was the glory that the knight admired with all his might.

"How! How's that, King Arthur!

That's the end of your country! It's over!

It doesn't matter if I win or you win - from the beginning, everything is ruined!

You know it's going to be like this! You knew it was going to be like this!

Even if you gave me the throne, it wouldn't have happened......!

Do you hate!? Hate me that much!? Hate me for being Morgan's child!?

Answer...... Answer, Arthur! ”

The knight roared and rushed madly at the blonde king. A heavy blow knocked away the holy sword in the opponent's hand.

"I've never hated you."

The king's words made the knight startled, and when he looked up, there was only pity for the stranger on the king's face.

"The reason why I did not give up the throne to you is only because you do not have the means to be a king." After speaking, the cavalry spear in his hand pierced the knight's slightly thin waist and abdomen. The mask cracked, revealing a face identical to that of Wang Yimo.

"Father's ......"

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