Chapter 343 Decisive Battle in the Abyss (Absolute)
Chapter 343 The decisive battle in the abyss (absolutely)
"Howl, ah, ah, ah, ah!" The wolf struggled painfully.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Tristan hugged the wolf tightly, refusing to let go of the ice gun in his hand.
Once the ice gun leaves his hand, it will break into pieces very quickly. He must not let go, because this is the last trident that his mental power can allow him to make!
If this is not enough to change Bedivere back to his original form, Tristan will not only be powerless, he will die here, at the hands of Bedivere!
He will never allow that to happen. Not because he is greedy for life, but because Bedivere will feel guilty for killing Tristan for the rest of his life. He may lose his [heart] just like last time.
,Forever!
------Only this is absolutely not allowed!
Tristan would rather sacrifice everything he has to make Bedivere happy.
------Because he is his most important friend.
The red wolf struggled wildly, jumping and rolling on the ground, just trying to get Tristan and the ice gun off of him!
However, Tristan used the last of his mental power to freeze his hands and feet, turning himself into ice cubes and sticking to the chest of the giant beast.
He was bruised all over by the giant beast's struggle, but he never fell off the giant beast.
Bedivere will never give up until the hypnotic magic is purified from his body!
Thus, the giant wolf and the fishman began an endless cycle of making and breaking ice!
However, they are almost reaching their limit------
"Bedi!" the fish-man prince begged angrily. He almost fainted. "Wake up! If you still have [heart], just wake up!" -----
-We are still friends, right?------＂
The last sentence was so soft that almost no one could hear it.
But it has extremely heavy power.
The giant wolf that was struggling crazily stopped.
The red photons in the wolf's body were instantly taken away by the ice gun and purified.
Seeing that the wolf had returned to normal, Tristan also let go of his worries, loosened his hands, and fell off the wolf.
Silver Wolf also regained consciousness and returned to his original form, looking at himself with scars, and then at the even more scarred fish-man prince.
"It's not your fault." The fish-man prince smiled and looked at his friend, "We played a very interesting game, right?"
...I'm a little tired from playing, so I'll take a nap first." Tristan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Bedivere carried Tristan on his back and asked him to sit down against the corner. He looked at the sleeping fish-man boy's face in a daze.
(He also said they were friends.)
(The two of us seem to fight a lot.)
(Friends who fought together and grew up together.)
(I can’t help but want to be a lifelong friend with you.)
"Wait here, Tristan. I'll be back soon." Bedivere picked up the weapons he had dropped on the ground during the previous battle and ran towards the tower.
At the same time, Arthur, who was about to reach the top of the tower, came to a large room.
The figure standing in front of him shocked him extremely.
Lancelot.
The blond boy with bangs is tall, mighty, and handsome. The red and gold armor on his body shines with the light of magic.
In comparison, Arthur looked wretched and short. His body was emaciated due to the injuries he suffered in recent days, and compared with Lancelot, he looked even more frail.
"Are you also hypnotized, Lancelot?" Arthur raised his sword and whispered.
"No. It's just to fulfill the agreement between me and Morgose." Lancelot said, "Morgose has a special medicine to save Charlotte. It would be good to add one more possibility. In order to save Charlotte, I only
You can do this."
"Okay-----" Arthur raised his sword, knowing that this battle was inevitable.
Lancelot could betray his friends and turn against Arthur for the sake of his only blood relative.
------Is this the friendship between them?
Morgoth sat in her research room watching all this, snickering to herself.
She didn't care who among the two would win. What she wanted to see was the pained expressions on their faces.
About seven years ago, in a slum in Wales, in a dilapidated house.
Another young man was brought home by Sir Actor.
Arthur was practicing swordsmanship with Kai. He turned around and met the eyes of the blond boy.
Lancelot's handsome blue eyes looked at Arthur. Arthur's deep black pupils also looked at Lancelot.
The black-haired boy was astonished by the blond boy's stature, and the blond boy was also surprised by the black-haired boy's perseverance.
One was a son of a nobleman. Although he was wearing coarse clothes, he could not hide his nobility.
The other one is a little bastard who has suffered a lot from his fate, but his strength cannot be wiped away.
They find qualities in each other that they don't have, they admire each other, regard each other as mortal enemies, and also regard each other as relatives and friends.
As soon as they met, they started fighting for no reason. Until Arthur was defeated and knocked to the ground by Lancelot, his face covered in blood.
The two were good friends from that day on. They practiced together, grew up together, suffered together, and enjoyed happiness together.
And as Arthur once commented, Lancelot is [invincible].
The two teenagers had dueled thirty-five thousand four hundred and twenty-seven times. Arthur never won and only tied once.
The legendary Knight of the Lake Lancelot, when the sword Saint Arc betrayed Pantorakon and his family was about to be exterminated, a goddess rescued him and let him live in a fairyland called [Pure Land of Avalon]
Get strength from it.
Like Arthur, Lancelot has the talent of being able to activate [miracles].
The [Second Miracle] he possesses - Mass Energy Creation - can create extra energy out of thin air with his hands (but cannot produce extra mass).
When holding a weapon, the weapon can carry extra kinetic energy and produce powerful destructive power. Even a small leaf can be as deadly as a flying knife when thrown.
Moreover, unlike Arthur's half-empty miracle that can only be used once a day, Lancelot's "Second Miracle" is activated continuously.
Although the activation range is only within one foot of the palms of his hands, this ability is enough to strengthen any weapon in the world.
With a weapon in hand, Lancelot can instantly accelerate the weapon to a speed that humans cannot surpass, and can cause huge destructive power in the sword strike.
Moreover, having the true heritage of his father, the swordsman Jacques, Lancelot's swordsmanship is so superb that no one can keep up with him.
Anything he wields can become the deadliest weapon. His power can go against the will of heaven and distort the laws of physics. Every blow he swings is a [miracle] and a continuation of [miracle].
In the face of [miracles], the world's human beings are simply extremely humble existences. ------For this reason, Lancelot fought tens of thousands of battles in his life without ever being defeated.
What Arthur is facing now is a monster with the destiny of [undefeated].