Lancelot unscrupulously broke into the territory of England.

Well, in fact, no one paid much attention to him, so he simply summoned a spirit horse, then crossed the rolling mountains and endless plains, got off at the border city of England, and then transferred to the

The train went to a city called Fors.

Well, he knew that his destination should be Wharton.

Lancelot could swear that he was not afraid of facing his past, but there was no need to rush to the finish line so quickly. There were obviously so many beautiful scenery to enjoy along the way, so why rush?

So he carried two suitcases filled with various daily necessities and weapons and walked out of the train station in Forth. Towering pillars of fire stood on both sides of the road.

"It's really interesting. I didn't expect to see the torch of the Original Fire when I returned to Inlans. And it seems that no one stopped them from reaching out to Inlans. Is this a compromise?"

Lancelot walked on the road, commenting on the scenery on both sides, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.

Two young girls walked in front of the knight. They looked like a pair of sisters. They were wearing very beautiful clothes and valuable jewelry, making them look like rich girls who had run away from somewhere.

But Lancelot has sharp eyes. From his gait, skin, and the way he laughs, he can tell that the two of them must have lived a long and hard life, and they have become rich in the past year, and they

His eyes are very innocent, so this must be some kind of unexpected surprise.

And they are likely to be able to interfere with the behavior of their elders.

Lancelot straightened his collar, then stepped forward, showing a charming smile:

"Ladies..."

Tanya looked behind Lancelot and asked first:

"Is that your friend?"

She's not lying?

Lancelot turned his head and looked behind him in confusion.

There was a very familiar person looking at him with empty and sinister eyes.

His former colleague, the great knight, Gawain's younger brother, and former member of the Round Table - Gareth.

Gareth twisted his stiff shoulders, and then showed a bloodthirsty smile to Lancelot.

Lancelot opened the suitcase and took out the sword given to him by the Lake Fairy.

The last time they met, it was at Queen Guinevere's execution ground.

He once mistakenly developed a purely spiritual love for King Arthur's Queen Guinevere, and they were in love with each other.

During a certain tryst, Mordred took Gawain and several other knights to capture them, and at that time he ran away in panic.

Under the constant condemnation of Mordred and some other knights, King Arthur, who was demanding himself according to the standards of saints, had to sentence the queen to death in accordance with the law. After completing the sentence, King Arthur left the kingdom, and no one knew where she was going at that time.

Where did it go?

Lancelot knew that this was because King Arthur could not violate the laws of England, and she did not want to see her former wife executed.

But what else could she do to a betrayer? No one knew King Arthur's grief, and Lancelot could not understand it, but he only knew that King Arthur acquiesced in his act of robbing the court.

So he went, he shouldn't have made a mistake, forbidden love was the first mistake, and not being able to control himself was the second mistake.

Mordred intercepted him with Gareth and Gahoris. Although he was still the first knight of the Knights of the Round Table at that time, he still seemed to be struggling before the encirclement and suppression of the three men.

Mordred wanted to keep him and kill him, as well as Guinevere. If he was alone, he would give up resistance, but...

Mordred, Gareth and Gahoris's offensive became more and more intense, and he was almost defeated, but every time he thought of the woman behind him, he would continue to stand on the ground.

They forgot that Lancelot was the first knight of the Round Table. In the end, he could no longer control his power.

He killed Gareth and Gahoris.

Mordred retreated and was defeated. To this day, he still doesn't know whether Mordred gave in because he couldn't resist, or whether he had achieved his goal.

Lancelot took a deep breath:

"sorry."

Gareth's voice was hoarse and low:

"Let me kill you and I will forgive you."

Lancelot closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only the caution and bravery of the knight remained.

"Then I have to say I'm sorry again. I'm very guilty, but if you want to strictly calculate it, well, I can only bear 40% of the responsibility, 40% belongs to Mordred, and the other 20% is your fault for not holding back."

Gareth drew his sword on the street:

"You betrayed the king."

Lancelot shrugged:

"Looking at how you look now, don't you think you have one?"

Gareth's voice seemed to be mixed with gravel:

"I had no choice. They called me back and I had no choice but to follow their orders."

After saying that, he stepped forward and chopped off Lancelot's arm.

Lancelot caught his sword, as if he had returned to that night. He gave every blow with all his strength, and could easily tear apart steel and cut off tsunamis.

Lancelot retreated continuously under his attack, and the sword blades kept colliding with each other, spattering sparks and making crisp sounds.

Yes, Gareth will always give it his all, but the thing is, he's better.

The strong will always win.

Lancelot caught a flaw, a very small one. Gareth's steps slowed down a little, and Lancelot's sword was already in front of his throat.

The tip of the sword penetrated deeply into his throat, and this scene scared away the few remaining spectators. Lancelot continued to insert the sword downward, and then shook his hand violently, knocking Gareth

His whole head was chopped off.

The head rolled on the ground and landed at Lancelot's feet. A thick black substance flowed from the broken neck, and then his body began to slowly melt.

Lancelot looked down at Gareth's head:

"Sorry, I killed you again."

Gareth showed a weird smile:

"This is just the beginning, Lancelot. The Gray Messenger has seen your end. You have no way to escape."

Then a black sticky substance poured out from his eyes and mouth, and then melted his entire head into a pool of black mud.

Lancelot stepped on the black mud indifferently:

"No, I will find you first. No matter who you are, this kind of behavior has completely angered me."

Lancelot picked up the sword, ignored the two suitcases, and walked straight to the train station.
Chapter completed!