I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Arash scratched the back of his head.

In order to be able to refuse as tactfully as possible, he was phrasing it.

A Sanzang who wrote unreliable on his face, and a Bedwell who wrote weakness all over his body. To be honest, he was not very at ease to entrust these newly-happy people to them.

"Go, we are here." Riding a little boy's cursed wrist around his neck, he walked behind Fujimaru Rika, "Those knights of the round table can't find it so quickly, if they can join forces with the one in the desert, they can make The present happiness continues."

Arash was silent for a while and then nodded.

"I'll leave it to you here."

"Well, risk my life."

PS, why Chen Gong hasn’t been installed yet? To be honest, it’s still uneasy to use big heroes all day long, so can you let me launch someone else’s Kong Ming earlier-----a master who failed to restore Ming without Kong Ming many times

Chapter 24 does not belong but can protect

He has always regretted it.

If at that time he made up his mind, if at that time he obeyed the king's orders as he had done in the past, if he did not arouse superfluous mercy, if he--

Witnessing Wang's death, let Wang Anran fall asleep.

Exhausted, she doesn't need to open her eyes again for the world.

She won't be what she is now.

Nothing will happen.

Everything is his fault.

Bedwell clenched the arm that didn't belong to him.

It hurts and is very tired, but if this is the punishment for him, then he is willing to bear everything, only hope that these punishments can make him make up for the mistakes he made, only hope--

She can sleep peacefully.

She doesn't need to fight for this world anymore.

Enough is enough.

But when he saw the painting on the ground, he already understood.

The king is back.

Because he was too slow, Wang himself came back to end that twisted self.

How much trouble do I have to cause Wang?

He couldn't help but sigh.

It was because of his hesitation and cowardice that the king became like this, and now because of his weakness, the king had to face this twisted self.

Seeing this sad world, Wang must sigh, because all this was caused by her own hands.

Lord, scolded me at least once, for I am the culprit of all this.

Bedwell knelt on one knee at the exit of the East Village, and his silver hair fell slowly to cover his face.

After seeing the figure that looked a little embarrassed, but the expression was still determined, he no longer needed to confirm.

Although I don't know why Hassan the Cursed Wrist also knelt down with him, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Bedwell closed his eyes.

Just waiting quietly for the king to reprimand him, the disqualified knight.

"Huh?! Why are you here, you bastard? You're blocking my way!"

Ah, isn't this a bit rude.

Bedwell blinked in confusion.

In other words, this voice is not the king's, the king will never speak in such a rude tone, but more like Mordred, but isn't this the king?Could it be an illusion just now?Because you can't accept that reality and escape yourself?

That's right!It must be so!

How could Mordred be so dignified!

"They said you were in my way!"

Mordred shouted angrily and kicked the sluggish Bedwell's face.

"boom--"

Bedwell, who never thought that the "King" would suddenly give him a kick, flew out in a spiral shape. With a series of roars, Bedwell crashed through a big tree and sank into the soil.

Cursed Wrist lowered his head and said nothing. If it was normal, he would have screamed and tried to fight Mordred, but now he dared not, and even held his breath, because more than [-] people stood behind Mordred. It was Hidicah, and their taboos, their taboos, their most respected man, King Hassan.

Wang Hasan folded his hands on the hilt of the sword, the dark flames in his eyes kept beating, no one knew what he was thinking.

But it must be thinking of a mystery that mortals cannot understand.

Wang Hassan, however, is just wording.

What he told Hassan was always judgment, judgment for their corruption, judgment for their incompetence, judgment for their silence.

But what should he say other than the words of judgment?