I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 70 The Thousand-Faced Dragon
"--call!"

A fierce wind blew from the very distant horizon.

The thick, dark clouds churned and churned, revealing a gap.

A soft, moon-white beam of light pierced through the dark clouds, sweeping across the broken world.

The Bern Territory below was lit up.

Starting at midnight,

The different choices made by different people on this night of rebellion have finally brought about the destined moment of handover!
Cowardice and courage, loyalty and rebellion, hypocrisy and truth, escapism and aggression.
All of this was reflected in Suya's pupils, which were gradually turning crimson.

He rode his horse, head held high, galloping at the very front of the knights.

The wind blowing from behind collided with the wind brought by the momentum of the forward thrust, lifting the hair on the forehead and causing it to tremble with the rise and fall of the warhorse.

His gaze was fixed on what was ahead.

Looking at the dark earth bathed in moonlight
Watching the grasslands of the plains turn into barren soil,
Watching the monotonous scenery transform into vibrant lines that quickly glide past behind us.

Having fled in disarray from a massive army of ten thousand men across the hills, he now finds himself once again on this battlefield due to the capriciousness of fate.

Getting closer and closer—

until,

At two o'clock in the morning, under the bright moonlight...
On this familiar hilly land,

The false King of Knights saw the Knight of the Round Table who had sworn allegiance to him.

That was Lucan, who was about to be executed by Hector, who was leaping high into the air and had a four-meter-long lance pressed against his forehead!

Seeing this scene,
Suya's pupils suddenly contracted sharply!
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(Push the time forward by ten minutes.)
You did not answer.

You dare not answer.

"You have no way to answer, even though the answer is already in your heart."

"Thief—"

Hector glanced coldly at Lucan, who was disguised as a cavalryman, and indifferently exposed him:
“Philotas always knew that my father, my sister, and I had completely different ambitions. We were knights who served the king and were only willing to give everything for that great king—including our lives.”

“It is impossible for Philothas to invite me, someone he knows is unlikely to collude with, to participate in this rebellion at a time like this.”

"so--"

Hector said coldly:
"You are definitely not Philothas's knight! Who are you?!"

On the moonlit plain,

Before the battle lines, under the watchful eyes of three thousand comrades cavalry,

Lukan, exposed, wore an expression of utter helplessness, yet also a look of relief, as if he had endured and wandered aimlessly for a long time, finally able to find release.

"Hehehehe~"

"Honestly, they never give me any time to prepare. They always expose me so easily. Can I be considered a qualified fraudster?"

“Then—” Lucan calmly raised his hand, tucked his cheek behind his ear, narrowed his eyes, and gave Hector a polite smile.

Why don't you guess who I am?

Hector said calmly:

"No matter who you are, deceiving the Companion Cavalry Regiment out of camp is a capital offense!"

"is it?"

"Then please add another layer of punishment to my already capital offense!"

Lucan smiled, his face showing no fear. He gently removed the human skin mask from his face and looked at Hector with a deep gaze.

Upon seeing the face beneath Lucan's mask, Hector's pupils constricted sharply.

He had seen this face not long ago.
It was none other than Sir Hector, the pinnacle hero of Britain!

"It's you!?"

"That swindler who impersonated Sir Hector and deceived General Seleucus and us!"

Lucan looked calmly at Hector, his voice gradually becoming authoritative, like that of a seasoned veteran who had weathered 58 years of trials and tribulations:
"Who told you this was a disguise?"

He slowly raised his hand, and a flame-like pattern appeared on the back of his hand, which had become weathered and powerful. In mid-air, a long spear wrapped in flowing fire slowly fell into Lukan's hand.

“I am Paris, a companion cavalryman under Philothas, and also Hector, a British hero knight loyal to King Uther, and more—”

At this point, Lucan slowly turned his head to look at Knight Wavin Hawkins to the side, and said in a cold voice:

"King of Halicarnassus, Maurice!"

Hearing this name,

Wavin Hawkins shuddered, looking at Lucan with a face full of astonishment and disbelief.
Hector, holding his lance, suddenly changed his expression and immediately thought of a rather bizarre and terrifying legendary path—the Thousand-Faced Dragon!

It is an indescribable thing that can devour and replace the memories, identities, emblems, and even all proof of existence of all the dead it has ever seen, covered by countless faces, and walks among the people.

Once you find your truest self, you can step into the terrifying realm of legend.

That is,

The crest and Noble Phantasm that Lucan currently possesses are authentic, and he even retains some of Hector's battle memories.

Although this 'Hector' is only a master-level assassin, his strength is already comparable to that of a peak master.

Furthermore, as this person continues to reveal other faces, the abilities, costumes, and Noble Phantasms he can inherit will increase until he pushes his strength to an unknown level after all his identities are combined. In fact, due to the special nature of the inherited abilities, even some legendary figures whose characteristics are restrained will not be his match.

However, the Thousand-Faced Dragon only has one chance to remove his mask.

If it cannot find itself after removing all the masks, it will immediately go mad, rampaging under the tide of magic and becoming a star beast of national annihilation.

now,

Hector felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this scene, as if he had stirred up a hornet's nest!

He must kill Lukan before Lukan reveals his second face and begins the irreversible ascension ceremony!

otherwise,

Whether Lucan finds his true self and rises to legend,
Or perhaps they failed to find themselves and became mindless, calamity-ridden beasts.

Everyone who sees him here will die and become one of his countless faces!
One thought comes to this,
Without any hesitation, Hector immediately raised his lance and roared angrily at the cavalrymen beside him:
"Everyone—"

"Spread out and prepare to charge!"

"Our opponent is the Star Beast, which is about to transform into a calamity that destroys the nation, and we are the last bulwark before our king's coronation!"

The moment he finished speaking, Hector stepped into the stirrup, threw his lance in mid-air, gripped the handle in reverse, and thrust it fiercely into Lukan's face!
however--

"when!"

Lucan immediately gripped the spear he was wielding, and with a skillful parry, deflected Hector's thrust. He then used the momentum to push off the ground with one hand and flipped backward, his figure moving back in a strange and ethereal manner.

The flame emblem on the back of his hand shone brightly, transforming into stripes that ran across his arm, causing his entire right arm, where he gripped the gun, to burst into bright yellow flames.
A sinister, relieved smile spread across Lukan's face as he plunged his flaming spear into the ground and chanted in a deep voice:
“Turning the page on Mabinogião,”

"Unquenchable Glass, light the bonfire!"

"Dispel the bitterness of the cold night, and light the way forward for me and my knightly brothers!"

"Noble Phantasm—"

He stared coldly at Hector and his cavalry companions, who immediately sprang into action according to Hector's orders, and proclaimed in a majestic and ancient voice:

"Light the bonfire zone!"

Sudden!
A bright yellow light instantly expanded from the flaming spear!
A field of light formed within a twenty-meter radius around Lukan.
Standing in the field of light, Lukan took one last look towards the north and sighed softly.

He had already lured Hector's cavalrymen out, which, in theory, meant he had helped Sua complete his plan.

And now that all plans have collapsed

All he could do was hold Hector's cavalry back here.

So, as long as Sua on the other side doesn't directly collide with the Halicarnassus cavalry, he can seize this opportunity, as they originally planned, to bypass this place, lead the Imperial Guard to break through the flank of the Macedonian phalanx on the Cornish coast, and lead everyone to escape towards the Golden Curtain.

I don't know why, and I can't understand where this feeling comes from.

I don't understand why they had to go to this extent.

but,

After seeing Suya and realizing the potential he possessed,

Lucan then intuitively concluded—

That brat,

He will surely be able to save this doomed kingdom, and this doomed world!

"So,"

"The story of Lucan, the cook-king named King, is also coming to an end. It's a pity that I still don't know what I am until the very end."

Lucan couldn't help but chuckle.
"How ridiculous."

He shook his head, took a deep breath, and immediately raised his hand without hesitation, expressionlessly grasping the human skin on his face labeled 'Hector'.

tear-

tear-

Skin and flesh were torn apart, and blood splattered everywhere!
Through the torn opening, one could vaguely see countless overlapping human faces.

(End of this chapter)