Things have exceeded expectations, and Galahad was worried that Lancelot could knock out the three of them at the same time with his superb martial arts.

But now what is this that can actually affect his spirit and make him fall into memories during the battle.

He said angrily:

"Where are your chivalrous spirits using these deceitful means?"

Lancelot was a little confused:

"Although you don't know what you are talking about, things like chivalry have nothing to do with fighting. You only learn appearances and fail to understand their true meanings.

"Besides, when I betrayed King Arthur, there was no chivalrous spirit at all."

Galahad and the other two raised their swords at the same time and took the opportunity to launch a charge.

At the battle of sword blades, Lancelot easily blocked the attack of the three people and walked leisurely in the encirclement they formed.

Something is wrong.

Galahad felt that they were fighting two people at the same time, and even Lancelot could not be so relaxed in front of the line they formed together.

Moreover, his condition was also very strange, completely different from the Lancelot he was familiar with. Although it had been a long time, Gaharad was his biological son after all.

His understanding of Lancelot is rooted in blood, and Lancelot must have problems now.

Who is it?

Is there any enemy he didn't expect? They knew in advance that they would come to find Lancelot, so they set up a trap here?

The Pure Knight shouted:

"Who is helping you?"

Lancelot ignored him:

"Concentrate on fighting."

After saying that, Lancelot changed his posture and prepared to launch a counterattack.

Galahad was frightened to find a black gushing out from the corners of his eyes, which was covering his sight at an extremely slow speed.

"Stop him!" he roared.

Galahad retreated at high speed, but he only took a dozen steps, and the black shadow had already flooded his eyes.

Bang.

A white light appeared before him, making Galahad feel dizzy.

And in the vast white area, a man wearing a black suit, a top hat and white gloves stood, with a white smiling mask on his face.

"You are planning to invade this world, right? The messenger of the Broken Light." The smiley man's voice was magnetic, low and calm.

The Knight asked in panic:

"Who are you?"

The smiling man said:

"Don't be afraid, you'll leave alive. You have a good master, but you shouldn't have any thoughts about Lancelot, he's my thing."

Gaharad asked:

"What the hell are you?"

The smiling man shrugged:

"A living, but I wonder why you are all so stupid, long time is an infinite resource, but you wantonly squander it into such a pathetic species.

"Maybe it's because there really is a barrier in your mind that you can't cross the curtain to see the truth. I used to expect you to be my kind.

"But now it seems that we have essential differences."

Galahad couldn't quite understand what he was saying.

The smiley man clapped his palm:

"Don't come and cause trouble for him."

Dong.

He returned to reality.

There are two beaches of black mud on Galahad's legs.

Gareth and Gaholis.

And Lancelot is gone.
Chapter completed!