The red-clothed Death God tore his cloak and revealed his ugly true face. Not only did he not flinch, but he became even more ferocious!
It spun the giant scythe, turning the weapon into a whirlwind of meat.
The meat-cutting whirlwind rolls towards the King of Knights and can cut people into pieces in an instant!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Arthur immediately raised the King's Sheath. The King's Sheath summoned the Holy Spirit Griffin Shield. This white feather shield could deflect all attacks and neutralize all damage!
Clang, clang, clang! A chain of continuous impacts hit the shield! Most of the attacks were deflected, and the impact of the giant scythe only left a few tapping sounds on the shield!
The moment Arthur thought he was safe, the giant scythe unexpectedly pierced the Holy Spirit Griffin shield! The sharp scythe pierced the shield and reached Arthur's arm, piercing a full inch deep before stopping.
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"Woo!" The Knight King endured the pain and stabbed out his sword. The Holy King's sword turned into a huge light, and with the King's anger, it penetrated the head of the red god of death!
"You bastard!!" The King of Knights dragged his sword down and cut the red god of death in half!
The monster was split open perfectly and fell down powerlessly. The King of Knights looked at the red god of death who fell to the ground. The thing under the red cloak was indeed just a skeleton!
"Hey hey hey hey hey." The voice echoed around the King of Knights: "It's useless, King of Knights!"
At this time, the four celestial knights also cleared away the surrounding soldiers and rushed over to join the King of Knights.
"Your Majesty!" Palinloar couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw King Arthur's left arm was injured.
"Hush! Don't make any noise!---" King Arthur shouted loudly: "Who are you! Say it quickly!"
"I am your end, your doom." The strange voice continued to float around, and neither the source nor the direction could be heard.
"What do you want!?"
"King of Knights, you can reverse the destiny and extend the life of the world, but all this is just a death struggle!"
The knights listened to the cold words of this god of death, their faces shrouded in infinite haze.
"This world has come to an end. No matter how stubborn you are, it will always perish! --- This time is just a warning. Next time, just accept your death! Hehehehehehehehehe------"
As the voice gradually weakened, the body of the red-clad Death God on the ground also continued to fade, and finally disappeared completely.
"Unbelievable!" Grand Duke Palinlor took back his sword and subconsciously wiped the blood on his body - the black engine oil from the golems.
"Is that a golem? Or is it something like the Holy Spirit?"
"I don't know. There's no use in guessing. We know too little at the moment." King Arthur took out his handkerchief and quickly bandaged his injured arm: "But, good guy, it actually penetrated my gryphon shield. That's obviously [Absolutely]
Defense] is the right thing."
The Griffin Shield's [Absolute Defense] was able to block even the giant blade attack from the Seat of Karma, the God of Destiny, but it was penetrated by the tiny sickle.
There must be something weird about that sickle.
"I'm going to ask the Prime Minister for advice when I get back. I hope he can analyze something."
Hall murmured while squatting on the ground, carefully checking the place where the red god of death disappeared, hoping to find any useful clues. But he found nothing - the weird thing really disappeared out of thin air, and even a quick break
No cloth was left behind.
All this was extremely weird, and the atmosphere at the scene was shrouded in a sense of weirdness and uncertainty.
"Oh, no!" Leon Dickens recalled: "That white jade floor tile is so expensive! Oh my God, even a piece of the city wall collapsed! And so many golems were broken!"
He looked at the site damaged by the battle and complained non-stop.
"Lyon," Grand Duke Younes couldn't stand Lyon Dickens's complaints and couldn't help but said sarcastically. "In the battle just now, you were the one who tried so hard to destroy the field. Do you remember that you just laughed and pushed a golem to the ground?"
A smashing scene?"
"Well, is there such a thing?" Grand Duke Lyon Dickens said shamelessly, "I'm sorry, I'm a bit old and confused, I can't remember such things!"
Everyone burst into laughter, as if to drive away the uneasiness in their hearts with a brief smile.
"It seems that the matter of moving the capital will be postponed." Hall said to King Arthur.
"No, don't postpone it." The King of Knights seemed to have another plan in mind, "Since it's been decided, don't change it again and again. Ask the remaining golems to step up the project. The damage from the battle will not be as great as expected, so there should be no problem."
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"Yes, Your Majesty." Hall saluted King Arthur, "I have seen enough, it is time to go back to London."
Arthur replied absently: "You go back first, I have something to do here."
"Your Majesty!" All the heavenly knights panicked.
"Don't worry, that God of Death won't bother me again for the time being." The King of Knights insisted.
In desperation, the four celestial knights drove away on their dragon cavalry, leaving the King of Knights alone in the white royal city.
King Arthur walked to the high platform in the middle of the royal city and watched all this. He knelt down like a pilgrim, looked at this huge, complex and holy city from a distance, and murmured in a low voice:
"I'm back, father."
In order to keep the secret of the Round Table system, the celestial knight Uther sacrificed himself and activated the [ultimate magic--nuclear fusion] to blow up the entire ancient city of Camelot.
He would never have imagined that his son Arthur, twelve years later, would once again stand in this rebuilt white holy city as the King of Great Britain.
Where there is a cause, there is an effect. The cycle of cause and effect is endless. ---This is the essence of the cycle of Karma (destiny).
This year, King Arthur of Great Britain was twenty-four years old.
At the same time, Western Siberia.
"Huh, resurrected." Bediwell walked back to the hut from the backyard. Apparently he had taken a comfortable hot bath. The steam was still rising all over his body, and he had a towel on his shoulders.
However, what concerned Albert the most was that the werewolf young man was only wearing a pair of underpants.
Seeing the other party sitting on the sofa as if nothing had happened, the young Warcraft hunter couldn't bear it any longer: "Sir, please behave yourself - at least wear a pair of outer pants..."
"What? What's the problem?" The werewolf young man picked up a bottle of beer and poured it into his stomach. "We are all men, what are you afraid of? Men, of course they only wear a pair of underpants at home."
The young tiger man turned away helplessly: "You are obviously living a bachelor's life - you are doomed to die alone."
The werewolf young man didn't answer, and the atmosphere suddenly became very silent.
At this moment, Albert also noticed a photo in the closet nearby.
Although the photo was torn in half, Al could still see three people in the photo.
One of them is the werewolf Bedivere.
The other one seemed to be a human woman, but her upper body was torn off along with the photo, and only the part below the waist of the woman was visible.
There is another one, a child. It is furry and seems to be the child of a werewolf youth. In the photo, the child's head has also been torn off, so his appearance cannot be seen clearly.
"Although you may not want to answer me---" Albert's curiosity drove him to ask: "But, are they your wife and children?"
The werewolf youth was silent for a while, poured more beer into his stomach, and then slowly said: "Yes. Those are my wife Lianyin and my son Husky. But they are no longer here."
"No... not here?" As if he was afraid of touching the other party's pain, Albert asked in a lower tone: "Could it be ---"
"Dead. Killed by the monsters." The werewolf young man replied, his eyes full of resentment: "And the one who killed them was the king of monsters I have been hunting for all these years, the overlord of the silvery land."
"Overlord?" Albert was surprised: "Could you be talking about, [Snow-White Armor God]---"
"Master!" The cat servant's exclamation interrupted Albert's words: "No, it's gone! Silverback's body is gone!"
"What?!" Albert panicked and quickly stuck his head out the window of the cabin.
In the wind and snow, the entire Siberian snowfield was so peaceful and silent, as if time had frozen.
The corpse of a monster as huge as a mountain should have been lying less than a hundred yards away from the hut, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye!
You know, Albert and the others just came into the house to drink a few cups of hot tea and eat a few snacks!
The werewolf lay flat on the sofa and said with a leisurely smile: "Huhu, I'm hooked."
"Take the bait? What are you planning?!" Albert immediately became worried: "Silverback's body needs to be reported to the hunter organization. If it is lost like this, I have a big responsibility!"
"Master, I haven't reported your defeat of Silverback yet." Al's servant said, "The wind and snow were so heavy that the communication was not connected at all."
"That's not the point!"
"And you didn't defeat Silverback." Catman added: "Theoretically, Mr. Bedivere has the right to do whatever he wants to do with the body."
"Ruff," Albert glared at the catman fiercely: "Shut up first, meow?!"
"Hehehe, don't worry." Bediwell saw the other party's worry and sneered and persuaded: "I installed a tracker on the snow ape's body. It can't escape. I'm just borrowing its body.
That’s all, I’ll [return] it to you soon---after I find the lair of [Snow Armor God]."
"So you really plan to deal with Kai Shen..." Albert couldn't help frowning: "You are crazy, you really don't want your life. Do you know that our hunter organization once sent thirty outstanding hunters to fight against
Armor God, but they all died under the claws of Armor God. That thing is no longer a Warcraft. It may have surpassed the level of Warcraft and evolved into something similar to a god------"
"Even so." Bedivere looked at Al with a fierce look, which made the young Warcraft hunter feel scared: "The revenge for killing my wife and children must still be avenged."
He was serious. Albert knew that the werewolf young man in front of him had already put his life on the line and was bent on revenge. Al alone would never be able to persuade Bedivere.
"If you feel something is wrong, please leave now. I have hunted a lot of Warcraft over the years and collected a lot of precious Warcraft materials. Take some treasures from my house so that you don't have to return empty-handed."
"I refuse." Albert was angry, "Are you trying to bribe me? No way! I am not a World of Warcraft hunter for profit! ---I'll go with you! Just let me meet this legend.
The God of White Snow Armor!"
"Oh." Bedivere narrowed his eyes and looked at each other: "After so many years, you are still so naive---"
"What the hell?!"
"It's nothing." A hint of melancholy flashed across the face of the werewolf youth: "Okay, if you want to die, it's up to you."
He looked at Albert's broken armor and blood-stained chest: "You are seriously injured. Go take a bath, change some medicine, and rest early. We will start tracking [Kaishen] tomorrow."
"Very good." Albert nodded and took off his broken leather armor at the same time: "I won't bother you tonight. --- Rufu, come on."
"But, Master---"
"If you don't want to go, I won't force you. You can part ways with us tomorrow and go contact the hunter organization."
"...No! I'll go with you! I won't be afraid, I'm also a trainee hunter!" said the cat boy.
"Haha, this kid has quite a bit of backbone." Bedivere said with a sneer.
Unexpectedly, the cat boy looked at Bedivere sideways and replied coldly: "You are not convincing at all when you talk like this."
The werewolf youth laughed even louder and poured more beer into his stomach.