Gawain curled up in pain on the ground, he was only a human after all, and he had to wear armor and have a high sense of battle to become a Templar. If he took off this armor, he would only be three times stronger than ordinary people.

"It's okay Gawain."

A hand reached out in front of Gawain, and he didn't think about it, after all, there were only a few people who knew him and could still call him by name. It's just that he didn't realize that the voice was so familiar.

"It's okay, it doesn't feel good, the first time I suddenly fell from the flight, I think it will be unforgettable for the rest of my life......" Gawain's voice gradually stopped, and he looked at the old man standing in front of him in a daze.

Gao Wen took him seriously, although he was already so old, the look between his eyebrows could not be erased. It's been years, and he's back, His Royal Highness the Knight King.

"Your Highness!" Gawain knew that the current Hilton was saddled with a bad reputation for defection, but he was still willing to call Hilton king.

"How many Templars are here now?" Hilton looked at Gawain and patted the ash off his armor.

"All twelve Templars are here!" Gawain clenched his fist with his left hand, pounded it in front of his chest and half-knelt on the ground, "Templar Gawain is willing to fight to the death for my king!" ”

Hilton's expression froze for a moment, and he seemed to recall the day many years ago, when the Knights of Britain were still called the founding oath. On that day all the knights sat at a round silver-white table, a hundred tables, and twelve knights sat at each table.

The class extends from the center to the periphery, although the meaning of the existence of the round table is equality, but in the modern military combat regiment needs to be managed by leaders at all levels, and absolute equality will cause chaos in the system.

The Roundtable exists to allow everyone to sit together and speak on an equal footing.

On that day he sat on the throne, and his round table was full of thirteen knights, and he was the only one who had more.

After the oath, everyone left their seats and knelt on the ground, shouting that our king is immortal, and the king will lead us to victory!

And he sat in his chair and calmly accepted it all, because he was the knight king.

……

"My king." Bedwell didn't know when he appeared, he knelt behind Hilton and whispered those two words.

"I didn't expect you to be the first to find me, after so many years, do you still hate me?" Hilton said.

"Never, my king." Bedwell said.

Hilton was silent for a moment and said, "I am about to die, and as a king whom you praise, I have prepared a gift for you twelve. As for the Black Dragon, his share can only be given to him after I die. ”

"King!" Bedwell looked up, and it was almost a roar.

"Well, everyone is old, so there is no need to say the words of those young people." Hilton turned and walked into the night, "It's good to see you guys again, it won't be long next time." ”

"My king, do you really want to give up your glory as a knight?" Gawain said.

Hilton paused, and then continued to walk towards the dark shadow, but behind him, a light crossed the sky, and then a spider web formed by countless lights, like a legendary miracle, but no one looked here.

Gawain and Bedwell looked at Hilton's back, thinking about the high-spirited man so many years ago, only now to realize that he was old, already old, and that he had already begun to grow old when they first met Hilton.

Bedwell can be said to be the person who knows Hilton best, he knows that there is a piece missing in that man's heart, it may be love, it may be friendship, or it may be something else, Bedwell doesn't know, but he knows that it is the missing piece of Hilton's heart that makes him old from the prime of life, the heart that should be beating with blood.

Maybe for that man, filling the missing piece in his heart is something more precious than the so-called knight king title and the so-called glory.

……

Mordred sat on the ground panting and tired, he had already killed six demon seeds in succession, one was stronger than the other, if it weren't for the excellent performance of the reverse world, using the power of the origin of the hole card, he would have just died at the hands of that demon seed.

"Are you so resistant to my strength?" The voice rang out from the bottom of his heart.

"Ha, don't think I don't know what you are, if you want to live, you have to rely on a symbiotic host, and most of your nutrients come from your food. If I'm not mistaken, you eat everything, and of course, you mainly rely on my adrenaline for the most basic nutrients! ”

Mordred's mask opened, and he wiped the sweat from his face, "Every time I use your strength, you will eat my adrenaline, and sooner or later I will die of organ failure!" The first one to fail is definitely the kidneys! I'm going to expel you sooner or later, and you're going to kill me sooner or later!" ”

"How about I give you a name? The name Scourge is best for you! Mordred said viciously.

"Your new enemy is here, and by the way, I like the name." Woe said.

Mordred was startled, his mask closed, and a murderous aura came from directly in front of him, but there was nothing in front of him, but he chose to trust his instincts and swing his sword and slash!

A metallic clash rang out in the air.

Mordred's hair exploded, he knew that this was a stealthy type of demon seed, an assassination demon species that could assimilate its body in the air and still had a certain combat power.

"Are you sure you don't need my help? You can't handle it anymore. "Chaos kindly reminds him, after all, to it, that demon seed is as ridiculous as if he was running naked.

"The men of the Gerkos family don't need your monster to help!" Mordred said his original surname, not Cain, but the honorable surname of Gercos.

"Well said, worthy of being my student!" The old man's voice, the demon seed with a sword pierced in his chest fell in front of him, and the knight in red and white armor stood in front of him.

"Teacher!" Mordred said excitedly, "Why are you here too?" ”

"I need a little help from you." Hilton said, and knocked Mordred unconscious while he didn't know why. He half-crouched down to look at Mordred's face, and reached out to stop at the center of his brow.

Hilton's hand paused, his right hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed a white spike, and then broke it with force.

"What are you?" Hilton asked coldly.

Mordred on the ground had already flipped over and jumped on his back, and the white liquid gushed out of nowhere, quickly enveloping Mordred.

The hideous-faced monster looked at Hilton warily, "What a powerful human, your entrails must be delicious......," he whispered, but couldn't hide the longing in his voice.