At the same time that the Wall of Light shattered, the other two battlefields in the vast royal palace were also divided into victories.

In terms of absolute combat effectiveness, Ag's Guiwen was far inferior to Lancelot, and even with the addition of the Mannacing Spell, the gap between them was still huge.

However, Lancelot's frenzied willpower during the battle made Lancelot secretly frightened, and Aggauwen, who was scarred and on the verge of despair, still did not give up, and continued to attack Lancelot with his only remaining right hand sword.

"My mother is crazy! All her life she thought only about how to seize the supreme royal power. ”

"Bell!"

"I'm not like him!"

Ag Guiwen temporarily suppressed the slightly hesitant Lancelot with a crazy momentum, and after his madness, he felt no pain, breaking through the protection of the human body's instincts, and unleashed an uninterrupted continuous attack with 120% of his strength.

"No matter who sits on the throne, as long as I can realize my ideal of developing and growing Camelot, I can give everything I have to him!"

"From this point of view, I really don't have the absolute loyalty to the king himself, and I obey her only because she is the most suitable tool to achieve my ideals, at least more suitable than Morgan!"

"Boom!"

The muscles in Agga's right hand began to break due to the exertion, but he did not reduce the frequency of his attacks in the slightest, and continued to advance despite the injury under the drive of a certain obsession.

"Women are stupid and ugly creatures! Morgan is a prime example! ”

"However, as long as the king can achieve my goal, I can ignore her status as a woman and assist her wholeheartedly!"

"But you! Lancelot! ”

Aggay shouted with a hideous face: "You and that YD's cheating queen Guinevere ruined everything!" You have tarnished the king's painstaking efforts to conceal his identity, and you have tarnished the oath made by the Knights of the Round Table! ”

"I will never forgive you for destroying the ideals that the Knights of the Round Table have fought for all their lives! Destroyed the Camelot who we have struggled all our lives to prosper! ”

"Ag Guiwen ......"

Lancelot felt the obsession of Ag Guiwen, and understood that his inherent impression of him came from subjective prejudice, and he couldn't help but relax the strength of his hand with guilt.

"Die!"

"Whew!"

……

"Hah...... Ha ......"

Hassan leaned weakly against the corner, unable to control his right arm, and in order to avoid affecting his comrades, he voluntarily left the battlefield after inflicting fatal injuries on Mordred.

The poison of silence had no effect on Morgan and Mordred, who had been prepared.

Mordred, who was wearing an anti-poison magic guide on his body, was almost completely immune to toxic damage, and was pulled out of his sharpest fangs, and Jing Jing could only suffocate on the edge in this battle, and lost the small throwing knife to draw Mordred's attention.

The individual combat effectiveness of Baixiang is as good as ever, and this is not a problem that can be solved by simply relying on the accumulation of numbers.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm Liberation emptied all of Hassan's clones at once, and she was lying face down not far behind the Curse Wrist, unconscious and unconscious.

The four-on-one battle should technically be a 1v1 heads-up between Sanzang and Mordred, and the three Hassan played little role in front of Mordred, who had been strengthened by Morgan.

After only a simple study, the Great Witch Morgan figured out the principle of the "rampage" blessing in Mordred's body, and she transformed the blessing formed with the Holy Spear's ability and reintegrated it into Mordred's body.

The new blessing will no longer be a burden on Mordred's body, but will instead be an artificial magic core that will power Mordred's Heroic Body, allowing her to do whatever she wants.

Under the sacrificial assault of the curse wrist showing her hole cards, Mordred's heart (spirit core) was taken out and shattered, and now she only continues to hold on with the ability to continue the battle granted by the blessing.

Although the Cursed Wrist's assault played a decisive role, he was also severely injured by Mordred's desperate counterattack, and a long wound was cut from his left shoulder.

Even if the muscles were forcibly contracted to temporarily stop the bleeding, the cursed wrist had lost the strength to fight again.

"Ugh!"

Hassan's right arm was transplanted from the ancient demon of the Middle East, Shayothanai, and as his body fell into a weakened state, the demon's arm gradually became uncontrollable.

Although Mordred barely relied on the continuation of the battle to support herself, the spirit core was destroyed, and her combat power was inevitably greatly weakened.

Sanzang, who was still alive and vibrant, showed compassion on his face, his hands were folded and he was accumulating, and the Buddha light behind him was almost visible to the naked eye.

"Dear Mordred, your battle is over, live in peace and happiness!"

Dodging and rushing into the range of Mordred's sword circle, the weak Mordred was no longer able to dodge, and she could only symbolically swing her sword and slash at Sanzang's back, and was naturally bounced away by the Buddha's light.

"Marble Mountains? Shakyamuni palm! ”

"Bang!"

Mordred was knocked out of place by Sanzang's Thousand Palms, which slammed into the side wall of the Royal Garden.

"Hmm!"

A mouthful of blood spat out of her mouth, and Mordred slid limply off the wall.

"Even after my mother's strengthening, I still couldn't fight with my father to the end in the end, cough cough!"

"Hah! Is this my destiny as a rebel knight......"

Watching Mordred turn into a stream of magic and dissipate, Sanzang, who had retracted his stance, let out a breath of turbidity.

"Ahh

"Wow!"

The terrible screams coming from a corner of the garden scared Sanzang to the point where he trembled.

The right arm of the demon with the cursed wrist completely lost control, and the blood-red arm greedily stretched out to Baixiang who had passed out not far away, instinctively trying to gouge out her heart.

Quietly guarding in front of Bai Xiang, her whole body was poisonous, and she couldn't help Bai Xiang leave, so she could only spray poisonous mist to delay the attack of the demon's hand.

Sanzang, who had finished recovering his breath, rushed over in the direction of the mantra as fast as he could, ready to subdue the demon with the light of the Buddha of compassion.

"Hmph."

An ethereal snort without any emotion suddenly sounded at the scene, and Sanzang subconsciously stopped, looking around with vigilance.

"The man with the curse wrist, who bears the name of Hassan but can't even control his own power, how immature!"

A mysterious man who also wears a skull mask appears in the garden, and Mizo senses a strong aura of death from the unidentified mysterious man.

The tall skeleton man raised the rusty greatsword in his hand and slashed at the curse wrist: "Hand over your head!" ”

"Wait!"

Seeing that the curse wrist was about to be beheaded by a mysterious person, Sanzang subconsciously launched an attack on the other party.

However, Sanzang's fleshy palm seemed to hit the phantom, passing directly through the mysterious man's body.

"Boom!"

The greatsword eventually fell, but instead of slashing at the Curser's neck, it sliced his right arm shoulder-to-shoulder.

Leaving the Curse Wrist's body, the demon arm finally escaped its cage, and the orange arm began to change shape, gradually forming a plausible humanoid twisted object.

"Hahahaha! The demon is about to reappear in the world, foolish human beings, you don't want to be bound...... Belch! ”

"Noise!"

With a sword in his hand, Wang Hassan split the body and conceptual existence of the cloth: "Your time is long over. ”

The concept of existence was destroyed, and the clothes dissipated on the spot without saying a word.

Putting away his sword and standing, Wang Hassan's blue eyes behind the mask stayed on the curse wrist for a moment, and the quiet Hassan half knelt in front of him with a trembling body, and the curse wrist also tried to support his body and tried to get up and salute.

Wang Hassan had no interest in tranquility, and after cutting off the right arm of the demon with the cursed wrist, it turned into black smoke and dissipated.

"Cursed Wrist, your identity as Hassan and your demon arm have been cut off by me, and from now on, you will have no connection with the name of Hassan al-Sabah."

The curse wrist saluted in the direction of Wang Hassan's disappearance with the support of Sanzang, and his voice was a little choked as he lowered his head: "Thank you to the first generation, Hanam will continue to do his best to contribute to the future of the people of the mountains." ”