An Elephant Man guard hurried in, not because of the noise in the conference room, but because he had received news that something big had happened in the Turkic people's hometown.
He whispered a few words into Tutan's ear, and the patriarch's expression changed subtly.
He threw away the werewolf boy he had caught, and Bedivere fell to the ground. He lost too much blood and looked pale.
Tutan grabbed Bedivere's right hand, took out a pack of herbs from his pocket, bit it into pieces and applied it to the werewolf boy's arm, and then tore open his sleeve to bandage it.
"This kid...maybe is a lucky star." Tutan said in English that the werewolf boy could barely understand, mixed with the dialect of the Elephant tribe.
"Ugh..." Bedivere had no time to care about these things. He felt dizzy. He had bled himself just now. It seemed that he had done too much.
"Boy, I can't promise you anything." Tutan whispered, "But [if], I mean [if], there really is another way to survive, I guarantee you that we will not fight against you again."
Humanity takes action.
If possible, we want to survive by our own strength even if we are hungry or full.
If possible, we also want to live with dignity."
"...Thank...Thank...you." Tears blurred the werewolf boy's eyes, and a large circle of darkness gradually narrowed his vision. He could no longer see Tutan's face clearly.
He only vaguely saw a figure running in.
"Bedi?!" The last thing Bediwell heard before he fainted was Albert's voice.
In the darkness, there was another pair of insidious fox eyes secretly observing Bedivere. Only he knew the value of this werewolf boy.
night.
Arthur opened his eyes and saw Greenville sleeping soundly beside his bed again.
His shoulder was still hurting, but it was different from the previous cursed pain. He felt that a vigorous war was going on inside his shoulder. Obviously the eternal Holy Spirit and the immortal evil spirit were incompatible existences, and they were fighting in Arthur's body.
The balls eroded each other, causing the nerves in Arthur's arms to throb like bursts of tearing pain.
Now Greenwell has helped inject painkillers. Without the suppression of drugs, the pain will probably be even worse. Arthur is thinking about whether it would be better to amputate the entire left hand.
(It would be nice if the one-armed man only had Bedivere, I don’t want to add such a strange setting.)
Greenville was sleeping lightly. She was awakened by Arthur's movement and immediately got up: "Are you awake? How about I get you some food."
"Well, okay. Thank you." Arthur said shyly. He was afraid that his behavior of watching Greenville's sleeping form would be noticed by the other party.
He was afraid that his blush would be noticed by the other person.
After getting up and eating some oatmeal and mashed potatoes, Arthur regained his energy. Or perhaps he regained his energy because he took the King's Sheath with him.
"What is the next Holy Spirit, King Arthur?" Arthur asked, he could not wait to get ready to attack the next Holy Spirit.
"Arthur, don't worry, you still need to rest." Greenville nagged.
Arthur looked disapproving: "I want to know the other person's ability first, so that I can have time to think about how to deal with it when I am lying in bed unable to sleep."
King Arthur's spirituality looked at Arthur who was so desperate. He didn't have much to say, so he sighed: "If you want to enter the subspace of the Seat of Abstinence and fight that thing, you need to master the Seat of Summoning Martial Arts first."
The timing. Although the Seat of Martial Arts is powerful, it can only be summoned once a day. This is the limit of the round table system.
...Furthermore, what I am most worried about is whether you can successfully summon the Seat of Martial Arts in your current state."
His eyes focused on Arthur's left arm. The purple-black evil light and the silver-white holy light were still entangled with each other, making them indistinguishable.
If the Holy Spirit is too busy and doesn't respond to Arthur's call------
"Then you think of a way so that I can win without the help of the Seat of Martial Arts!" Arthur insisted.
King Osel chuckled. The Holy Spirit that Arthur wanted to deal with was getting stronger and stronger, and it was getting closer and closer to [God]. But Arthur wanted to defeat God without the help of any Holy Spirit? How ridiculous.
This young knight's madness has not diminished to this day. His desire to fight against God has also never changed.
Even if he knew his true life experience, Arthur still could not forgive God. His life-and-death showdown with Kama (the seat of destiny) would one day come.
At that time, he will use the sword in his hand to chop off the god's head, and then slap this god who is playing with fate one slap after another.
He never thought of relying on the power of the Holy Spirit to defeat God.
In the distant past, Wang initiated the Round Table System.
At that time, King Osel's spirituality appeared, looking at his true self, the weather-beaten, ruthless and iron-blooded king.
"Is there really no problem with this?" the white king asked the black king. He knew that the real King Osel was going to fight, and he also knew that King Osel would not come back again.
"I leave everything to you." King Osel said, "You are my only remaining conscience and all my advantages. Until the round table system was successfully launched, I was still doubting whether I really had a conscience.
But now, I finally feel at ease."
The king turned to leave. His black cloak was fluttering in the wind and snow.
"This is the last thing I can do for this era. Let me, a willful person, be willful again."
"This is taking a risk." King Uther's spiritual way, "If you lose, this era will end; if there is no successor, the world will also end in three thousand years. It is better to guard this last piece of pure land."
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"It's useless." King Other said. His short black hair was fluttering in the cold wind, and a few flakes of frost and snow stuck to it from time to time. "If I lose the Holy Grail, I may not be able to reset the world. But there is one more thing I can do."
Let this world be reborn from destruction.
There must be stronger beings that survive this destruction. After getting rid of the darkness, they will thrive again.
Your Holy Spirit is generated by the sublimation of pure souls, and you are infinitely close to the existence of God. Therefore, I am afraid you cannot understand what we mortals do.
------But this world can only be saved by mortals. It is never God who saves the world, but mortals."
King Uther was thinking spiritually. He only had part of King Uther's memory and mind, and could not fully understand his thoughts.
"If the people in this world are so unworthy and can't produce a single talent in three thousand years, then mankind deserves to be destroyed. Let them be destroyed." King Osel gradually went away, "This world is up to them."
Good luck."
That's the only thing King Other can do:
------Place your hope on the next generation.
Don't hesitate, don't worry, just believe.
I believe in Arthur three thousand years later: this thin, stupid-looking, young and ignorant knight in front of King Arthur's spirituality.
------Is this King Other's choice?
------What makes you so different?
------What is it that makes you bear such a huge fate?