1:343 Decisive Battle in the Abyss (Absolute)

"Whoa, a

"Mmmm

Once the ice gun leaves his hand, it shatters quickly. He must not let go, because this is a trident that his spiritual power can allow to be made!

If this can't turn Bediwell back to his original form, Tristan is not just powerless, he will die here, at the hands of Bediwell!

He would never allow that to happen. It's not because he's greedy for life and afraid of death. It's because Beddeville will feel guilty for killing Tristan for the rest of his life. I'm afraid he'll lose his [heart] like he did last time, forever!-

This is the only one, absolutely not!

Tristan would rather sacrifice everything he has than make Bediwell happy-

Because, he is his most important friend.

The red wolf struggled frantically, bumping and rolling on the ground, just trying to get Tristan and the ice gun off of him!

Tristan used the mental power he could to freeze his hands and feet, turning himself into ice cubes that stuck to the beast's chest.

He was bruised by the beast's struggles, but he never fell off the beast.

If he doesn't purify Bedeville of hypnotic magic, he will never give up!

Thus, the giant wolf and the fish-man began an endless cycle of ice-making and ice-breaking!

But they're also about to reach their limits—"Bedi!" the merfolk prince begged in a fit of rage, and he almost fainted, "Wake me up quickly! If you still have [heart], wake me up!—we're still friends, aren't we?—" Zuihou said so lightly that almost no one could hear him.

But there is an incomparably heavy liliang.

The giant wolf, struggling frantically, stopped.

Those red photons in the wolf's body were instantly pumped away by the ice spear and purified.

Seeing that the wolf had returned to normal, Tristan also let go of the big stone in his heart, let go of his hands, and fell from the wolf.

The silver wolf also regained consciousness and changed back to his original form, looking at his scarred self, and then at the even more scarred Fishman Prince.

"Tristan—" Tears clouded Bediwell's gaze, "I'm sorry, I'm again—" "It's not your fault. The Fish-Man Prince smiled and looked at his friend, "We had a fun game, didn't we?"

I'm a little tired from playing, so I'm going to get some sleep first. Tristan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Bediwell picked Tristan on his back and sat him down against a nearby corner. He looked at the sleeping face of the fish-man boy and was stunned.

(And said it was a friend.) (The two of us seem to fight a lot.) (Friends who fought together and grew up together.) (I can't help but want to be friends with you for life.) "Wait here, Tristan. I'll be back soon. Bediwell picked up the weapon he had dropped from the previous battle and ran towards the tower.

At the same time, Arthur, who was already running to the top of the tower, came to a large room.

The figure standing in front of him shocked him incomparably.

Lancelot.

A blonde boy with bangs, tall and mighty, handsome and dashing. The red and gold armor on his body shimmered with magic.

In contrast, Arthur appears obscene and short. His body was emaciated by the injuries of the past few days, and he looked even weaker than Lancelot.

"Have you been hypnotized too, Lancelot?" Arthur whispered, raising his sword.

"Nope. Just fulfill my promise with Morgoth. Lancelot said, "Morgoth has a cure for Charlotte. It would be nice to add one more possibility, but that's all I can do to save Charlotte. "Well—" Arthur raised his sword, knowing that the battle was inevitable.

For the sake of his only blood relative, Lancelot can betray his friends and turn against Arthur -

Is that all there is to the friendship between them?

Mogoth sat in her research room watching it all and snickered to herself.

She didn't care which of the two would win. All she wanted to see was the pained expressions on the faces of these two people.

About seven years ago, in a dilapidated dwelling in a slum in Wales.

Another boy was taken home by Sir Actor.

Arthur was practicing his swordsmanship with Kai when he turned his head to see that he was eye-to-eye with the blonde boy.

Lancelot's handsome blue eyes looked at Arthur. Arthur's deep dark eyes were also looking at Lancelot.

The brunette boy was stunned by the blonde boy's majesty, and the blonde boy was also surprised by the brute boy's fortitude.

One is a noble son, although he wears coarse cloth clothes, he can't hide his nobility.

The other is Xiao Yezhong, who has been humiliated by fate, but he can't wear away his strength.

They find in each other the qualities that they do not have, envy each other, regard each other as mortal enemies, and also regard each other as relatives and friends.

As soon as they met, they got into a fight for no reason. Until Arthur was defeated and knocked to the ground by Lancelot, his face covered in blood.

The two have been good friends ever since. Practice together, grow together, suffer together, and enjoy happiness together.

And as Arthur once commented, Lancelot was [invincible].

The two teenagers had dueled thirty-five thousand four hundred and twenty-seven times, and Arthur had never won a single one, only one draw.

The legendary Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, was rescued by a goddess when the Sword Saint Ark betrayed Pantoraken and his family was about to be destroyed, so that he could be found in a fairyland called the Pure Land of Avalon.

Like Arthur, Lancelot has the talent to activate [Miracle].

The [second miracle] he possessed—mass creation—was able to create additional energy out of thin air in his hands (but not extra mass).

When holding a weapon, it can carry additional kinetic energy and create a powerful destructive force. Even a small leaf can be as deadly as a throwing knife when thrown.

And, unlike Arthur's half-bucket of water, [which can only be used once a day], Lancelot's [Second Miracle] is activated forever.

Although the range of his attack was only within a foot of the palms of his hands, this ability was enough to strengthen any weapon on Shijie.

With a weapon in hand, Lancelot can instantly accelerate the weapon to a speed that humans cannot surpass, and can make the sword strike he swing out have a huge destructive power.

Moreover, with the true biography of his father, the sword saint Ark, Lancelot's swordsmanship is so superb that no one can match it.

He wields anything that can be the deadliest weapon. His Liliang is able to go against the sky, distort the laws of physics, and every blow he throws is a [miracle], and a continuation of [miracle].

In the face of [miracles], the world is simply a very humble existence - and for this reason, Lancelot fought tens of thousands of battles in his life, and never tasted defeat.

Arthur is now facing a monster with an [undefeated] fate.