Andrew's skin touched the sharp edge of the white scythe, and a wound had appeared on Andrew's neck.

In this ** situation where the head was about to land, Andrew did not have any panic, but calmly pushed his glasses, and looked at Li Falcon standing behind Galahad and Ranmarok through the edge of the glasses.

"You should know that decapitation can't kill me."

He had retracted that godly tone and returned to his normal state.

"But you made your Knights stop attacking." Li Falcon's eyes had been on the struggling and painful Fiemes, half-squatting with his back to Andrew and answering him: "This... It is a human emotion called scruples, and there are many situations that can produce this emotion, and the most common one is fear. ”

"You seem to know a lot, King Arthur......"

"Because I'm exposed to it a lot." Li replied frankly to Andrew: "When other kings negotiate with me, this is the kind of emotion that they have the most, and I can understand the reason why they are scruples... That is, my knights definitely have the power to kill these kings! ”

Li Falcon turned his head sideways to look at the new knight behind Andrew.

Dressed in the same silver-white tone as Galahad, the knight's body was shrouded in a pure white cape, on which the British flag was tattooed to represent the knight's camp, and the huge scythe in his hand was not in contrast to the knight's petite body.

The new knight was even shorter than Lee, but not weaker than anyone present.

"It's Lord Bedwell." Galahad recognized the knight's presence at a glance: "In heaven, Lord Bedwell and the lower are in the position of the twelve-tone scale, I am the Seraph, and Lord Bedwell is the ...... of the Angel of Wisdom."

"Okay, you don't have to explain." Ranmaroke was a little impatient, and with his personality, he should relax and be serious, so that he could better enjoy the battle, so when the Templars stopped attacking, Ranmarok became in that disrespectful state again.

"After all, there are only two Knights of the Round Table who are so short... Of course Uncle Ben recognizes it. ”

Bedwell, the knight who accompanied King Arthur to his last life among the Knights of the Round Table, finally sent King Arthur to his resting place, and was also one of the representatives of the knights who fulfilled the king's last orders.

"Is it self-confidence or pride?" Andrew wanted to make some more movements, but the scythe behind him was no different from the one in the hands of the Grim Reaper, and it was already embedded in Andrew's neck.

The neck injury didn't make Andrew care, this priest is an existence that can be resurrected even if his brain is pierced, and the only thing he cares about is ......

"Your soul has been deprived by my king according to law."

Bedwell, who was behind Father Andrew, said this sentence in a cold tone, and the words that would be pronounced death by this kind of death penalty would not have any cold effect under Bedwell's deliberately controlled tone.

The reason is that Bedwell's voice is too soft, delicate and soft.

Ranmarok and Galahad looked at each other and shrugged as if they were used to it.

"The scythe of the angel that cuts off the souls of men? Angels......"

Andrew has a soul, and it doesn't matter how many times he has been destroyed, only the soul can get power from the gods he serves.

"The power that this child has is not soul harvesting." Li Falcon answered for Andrew: "It's about harvesting the fear of humans, she can hear the fear in the hearts of humans, and then cut it off...... That's what this kid is capable of. ”

I don't know how many talented people there are in Great Britain, and many of the knights under his command have supernatural powers.

Different personal experiences have different powers.

Bedwell, on the other hand, was the worst.

No one wants to face their own fears, let alone be known by others, but young Bedwell has no scruples to say what others are afraid of.

An even more intense fear spread on the streets of Great Britain, and the child was spurned like a monster by others.

Her parents abandoned her because of this.

Bedwell, who knew that others were afraid of him, gradually began to resist contact with others.

Until one day, Bedwell met a man on the street who would never have a fear mood.

'Why... You won't be afraid. ’

'Afraid... What is that? Please let me know if you know. ’

That man is the king of this city-state, King Arthur!

"I'm losing this time." Andrew's figure gradually turned into a pitch-black mist drifting away with the wind: "But please don't forget, King Arthur, you have fallen into darkness, and I will take your life and sacrifice it to the gods, so stay tuned!" ”

When Andrew disappeared, Bedwell, who did not get Li Falcon's order to kill Andrew, had no choice but to carry a huge scythe that was almost two heights higher than himself, and walked to Li Falcon's side without saying a word.

Galahad and Ranmarok knew that Bedwell was this kind of silent character, and they couldn't see Bedwell's expression and appearance clearly under the knight's helmet.

Bedwell, who had just walked to Falcon's side, looked at Falcon's back and Fimmes lying on the ground.

"Welcome back, my knight."

There are no passionate hugs, no cheers and praises.

After Li Falcon only said a brief word, he began to continue to pay attention to Fei Meisi's body.

King Arthur's communication with this knight was always so monotonous.

Now that the recovery of Vampire Ji's body has reached the final stage, the wound has basically recovered, and she has survived the blood poison erosion of Li Falcon's blood, which makes Li Falcon breathe a sigh of relief for some reason.

"Hey... King Arthur, what's going on here? ”

Li Xingye belatedly ran to the Spirit Prison Realm at this time, and after discovering the wounds on Fei Meisi and Fei Meisi's abdomen lying on the ground with a painful face, as well as the traces of destruction around him, he originally wanted to put aside the anger of Li Falcon's firewood knife for the time being.

Now it is clear that Li Falcon has been attacked by the enemy.

"Fight."

"I know it's a fight! Who did you fight with? It can't be a foreign holder of imperial power, right? ”

There are no one else in the city who has imperial power except for the three people in the current King Arthurian League.

Harukawa Abe and Tia don't live in the city at all.

Only an unknown holder of imperial power is possible.

"Yes."

"And what about his name? Wait a minute...... Do you have a third knight? How is it summoned? Li Xingye was a little surprised when he looked at the unknown knight who was standing behind Li Falcon, who was about the same height as himself, and shrouded his body in a pure white cloak.

"There was a white dove that gave me a token, which can be understood as a return, a sacred relic for the knight behind me, and by the way, it helped me connect the way from heaven, so that I could summon it without paying any more price."

"The road to heaven? Relic... That's something that only churches can do, do you know anyone in the church well? Are you willing to do such a tedious thing for you? ”

Li Xingye was a little lost, he became the holder of imperial power earlier than Li Falcon, but now there is only one Xiahou by his side, it seems that it is imminent to toss a new guardian spirit, Li Xingye will not easily admit defeat.

"Friends?" In King Arthur's time, it was true that he had a good connection with the church in Great Britain, but after so many years, how many people will remember the friendship with King Arthur: "I don't know, but the people who attacked us were from the church." ”

"Of course I know, this kid is a vampire, right?" Li Xingye looked at Fei Meisi's pale skin, and the small fangs that were faintly visible in her lips when she breathed: "Really, as a vampire, don't you even know how to write low-key?" In this era, you still wear such simple clothes to go out, I'm really afraid that others won't know that you are a vampire, so who is the one who attacked you? Your knight looks like he's badly wounded. ”

Li Xingye was referring to Ranmaroke, after all, his hands couldn't move, and the scarlet blood was flowing from the pitch-black armor, which looked strange.

"It's like... It's called Andrew. ”

"Ann... Andrew? After Li Xingye heard this name, he was stunned for a moment: "The agent of the god who is one of the strongest three kings?" Father Andrew? ”

"He... It seems to say so. ”

After Li Xingye looked at the damaged scene around him again, he asked Li Falcon very seriously.

"How did you survive from that undead monster?! That's one of the three most powerful kings in the world! ”

"Scared him away... That should be the way it can be explained. ”

Li Falcon told Li Xingye a very simple answer.

Scare... Scare away, even if Grandpa God comes, there is no way to scare that madman away, right?

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