When the wall of light was shattered, the other two battlefields in the huge palace also saw the winner one after another.
In terms of absolute combat power, Agguiwen is far inferior to Lancelot. Even with the addition of the mad spell, the gap between them is still huge.
However, the fanatical willpower shown by Agguiwen in the battle made Lancelot secretly frightened. Agguiwen, who was covered with scars and on the verge of despair, still did not give up and continued to attack Lancelot with the sword held in his only right hand.
special.
"My mother is crazy! All her life, she only thinks about how to seize the supreme kingship."
"clang!"
"I'm different from him!"
Agguiwen used his crazy momentum to temporarily suppress the hesitant Lancelot. After turning mad, he could not feel any pain, broke through the protection of the human body's instinct, and launched uninterrupted continuous attacks with 120% of his power.
"No matter who is sitting on the throne, as long as he can realize my ideal of developing Camelot, I can dedicate everything to him!"
"From this perspective, I am not as absolutely loyal to Wang himself as you are. I obey her only because she is the most suitable tool to achieve my ideals, at least more suitable than Morgan!"
"Qiang!"
Due to excessive force, the muscles in Agguiwen's right hand began to break, but he did not reduce the frequency of his attacks at all. Driven by a certain obsession, he continued to advance regardless of the injury.
"Women are stupid, ugly creatures! Morgan is the prime example!"
"However, as long as Wang can achieve my goal, I can ignore her identity as a woman and assist her wholeheartedly!"
"But you! Lancelot!"
Agguiwen shouted with a ferocious face: "You and that cheating Queen Guinevere have ruined everything! You have soiled the king's painstaking efforts to hide his identity, and the oath that the Knights of the Round Table swore together!"
"I will never forgive you. It was you who destroyed the ideals that the Knights of the Round Table fought for all their lives! You destroyed Camelot, which we worked hard all our lives to prosper!"
"Ageguiwen..."
Lancelot felt Aguewen's obsession and understood that his inherent impression of him came from subjective prejudice. Feeling guilty, he involuntarily relaxed his hand.
"Die!"
"Bah!"
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"Ha ha……"
Cursed Arm Hassan leaned weakly against the corner. Unable to control his right arm, 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 in front of Morgan and Mordred, who were well prepared.
Mordred, who was wearing an anti-poison magic tool, was almost completely immune to poisonous damage. His sharpest fangs were pulled out. In this battle, Jing Ming could only succumb to the edge and OB, with Diudiu flying knives involved.
Mordred's attention.
Baimai's individual combat effectiveness is as low as ever. This is not a problem that can be solved simply by relying on the accumulation of numbers.
Mordred's Noble Phantasm Liberation cleared all the clones of Hundred-faced Hassan at once. At this time, she was lying face down not far behind the cursed wrist, having lost consciousness and passed out.
The four-on-one battle was actually strictly a 1v1 duel between Sanzang and Mordred. The three Hassan's effects were minimal in front of Mordred, who had been strengthened by Morgan.
The great witch Morgan figured out the principle of the "rage" blessing in Mordred's body after only a simple study. She transformed the blessing formed by the Holy Spear ability and reintegrated it into Mordred's body.
The new blessing will no longer put a burden on Mordred's body, but is equivalent to an artificial magic core that supplies energy to Mordred's heroic body, allowing her to exert her maximum strength more freely.
Under the life-threatening attack of Curse Wrist showing his trump card, Mordred's heart (spiritual core) was taken out and shattered. Now she just relies on the ability to continue fighting given by the blessing to continue to persevere.
Although Cursed Wrist's surprise attack played a decisive role, as a price, he was also severely injured by Mordred's desperate counterattack, and a long wound was opened from his left shoulder.
Even if he forcibly contracts his muscles to temporarily stop the bleeding, the cursed wrist has lost the ability to fight again.
"Well!"
Cursed Arm Hassan's right arm was transplanted from the ancient demon Shayitana in the Middle East. When his body fell into a weak state, this demonic arm gradually became uncontrollable.
Although Mordred could barely rely on the continuation of the battle to support herself, her spiritual core was destroyed, and her combat effectiveness was inevitably greatly weakened.
Sanzang, who was still full of energy and vitality, showed a compassionate look on his face, clasped his hands together to gather strength, and the Buddha's light behind him was almost visible to the naked eye.
"Dear Mordred, your battle is over. Go to heaven with peace of mind!"
She dodged and rushed into the range of Mordred's sword circle. The weak Mordred was unable to dodge. Being locked by Sanzo's treasure phantom, she could only symbolically slash Sanzo's back with her sword. Naturally, she was bounced away by the Buddha's light.
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"Five Elements Mountain? Palm of Shakya Tathagata!"
"Bang!"
Mordred was knocked away from the spot by Sanzang's Thousand Palms, which left an afterimage, and hit hard against the side wall of the Royal Garden.
"Ugh!"
Votting out a mouthful of blood, Mordred slid down the wall weakly.
"Even after being strengthened by my mother, I still couldn't fight to the end with my father, ahem!"
"Ha! Is this my fate as a rebellious knight..."
Watching Mordred turn into magic flow and dissipate with his own eyes, Sanzang took back his posture and let out a breath of turbidity.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
"Alas!"
The shrill screams coming from a corner of the garden made Sanzang tremble all over.
The devil's right arm with the cursed wrist completely lost control. The blood-red arm greedily stretched out towards the unconscious Bai Lian not far away, instinctively trying to dig out her heart.
Jing Ming stood in front of Bai Mang. She was covered in poison and could not help him to leave. She could only spray poisonous mist to delay the attack of the devil's hand.
After recovering his energy, Sanzang rushed towards the cursed wrist as quickly as possible, preparing to use his compassionate Buddha's light to subdue the rebellious demons.
"snort."
A faint hum without any emotion suddenly sounded at the scene. Sanzang stopped subconsciously and looked around warily.
"The cursed man, who bears the name of Hassan but cannot even control his own power, is so immature!"
A mysterious man also wearing a skull mask appeared in the garden, and Sanzang felt a strong aura of death from this unidentified mysterious man.
The tall skeleton raised the rusty giant sword in his hand and slashed at the cursed wrist: "Hand over your head!"
"etc!"
Seeing that the cursed wrist was about to be beheaded by the mysterious man, Sanzang subconsciously attacked the opponent.
However, Sanzang's fleshy palm seemed to hit the phantom and passed directly through the body of this mysterious man.
"Crack!"
The giant sword finally came down, but it didn't hit Cursed Wrist's neck, but cut off his right arm at shoulder level.
Leaving Curse Wrist's body, this demonic arm finally escaped from its prison. The orange-red arm began to change its shape, gradually forming a seemingly human-shaped twisted object.
"Hahahaha! The demon Shayitonai is about to reappear in the world. You stupid humans, you can't even think of restraining... Ugh!"
"Noisy!"
Wang Hassan casually split the body and conceptual existence of Shayitano with a sword: "Your era has ended long ago."
The concept of existence was destroyed, and Shayituo Nai disappeared on the spot without saying a word.
Standing with his sword sheathed, Wang Hassan's eyes with faint blue flames behind his mask stayed on Cursed Wrist for a moment. Quiet Hassan half-knelt in front of him with his whole body trembling. Cursed Wrist also tried hard to prop up his body and tried to stand up and salute.
King Hassan had no interest in silence. After cutting off the demon's right arm that had been cursed, it turned into black smoke and dissipated.
"Curse wrist, your Hassan identity and the devil's arm were cut off by me. From now on, you will have no connection with the name of Hassan Sabah."
With the support of Sanzang, Curse Wan saluted in the direction where King Hassan disappeared. He lowered his head and his voice was choked with sobs: "Thank you, Lord First Generation. Hanam will continue to do his best to contribute to the future of the people of the mountain."