God obsession system

Several monsters around were attracted by the smell of blood and the loud sound, threw away the food in their hands, and quickly approached Luiz.

"Noble and great king of chivalry, Luiz de' Medici, I pay you the highest tribute and beg your pardon for my previous insolence."

Seeing the monster approaching, Luiz wanted to mobilize the Holy Light to destroy it, but found that Arthur had seriously injured himself with the blow just now, and now he was completely unable to mobilize any extraordinary power.

Hearing this, he pondered for a while, and saw the monster getting closer, and then he opened his mouth to speak.

"I forgive you."

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Dominic was about to stop it, but Arthur continued.

"The knights of the round table will not kill enemies who ask for forgiveness, but they will never help those who have sinned but have not repented. Luiz, you have to see if they are willing to forgive you."

The man pointed to the pollution monster that was about to charge.

The expression of rejoicing that the cardinal just showed froze on his face, and the next moment, he was covered by the monster.

The flesh and blood of extraordinary people is obviously more attractive to them.

"Arthur, you bastard who betrays the light, God will punish you!"

Luiz's angry voice quickly turned into a scream.

"May you rest in peace."

The man smiled like a gentleman.

Dominic on the side is already paralyzed, good guy, the rules of the knight can still be played like this. . .

Useless knowledge +1.

Anyway, he is a wizard, and chivalry or something doesn't seem to have anything to do with him. . .

"Arthur, we should go."

Seeing that the trouble in front of him was solved, Dominic said tentatively.

"The Church of Light will know about Milan soon. It's too close to their headquarters, and someone strong will come soon. If they don't leave..."

Before he finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted by the man beside him.

"No, Flamel, my case is far from over."

Arthur was rarely serious.

"As the king of knights, it is impossible for me to watch these unarmed ordinary people suffer.

A knight should punish evil, but also protect the weak. "

After speaking, the man opened his hands, and a brilliant golden light burst out from his body.

A translucent knight's two-handed sword slowly appeared in front of him, and the front half of the sword was inserted into a translucent stone.

At the moment when the long sword appeared, in Gladstone, Britain, thousands of miles away from Milan, a huge golden beam of light shot up from a dilapidated monastery, and a faint singing voice slowly drifted out from it.

"Let me rest in this green field,

Let me rest in glory.

the soul shall be free,

For suffering is over.

Let me rest in this green field,

Let me rest in glory.

Like the heroes of old,

A song calls me home.

. . . "

A missionary whose whole body was covered under the hood of a gray robe and could not see clearly was silently cleaning the fallen leaves in the yard.

The moment the beam of light came on, the missionary raised his head to look up at the sky, and the hood slowly slipped off his head, revealing an extremely handsome face.

By this time, he had already burst into tears.

"My lord, you are finally back."

On the other side, at the British Academy of Wizardry, Merlin, who was processing documents in the dean's office, seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Italy, with a smile in his wise eyes.

"Arthur, long time no see."

. . .

In Milan Cathedral Square, Arthur stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the translucent long sword in front of him, and whispered.

"Never lay down your arms,

Always look for miracles. "

"Strive to defend the weak when others make a request,

Kill no one by insidious means.

Behind the man, a translucent figure in knight armor walked out of the golden light, kneeling on one knee.

"Eternal Knight Gallahan, see my king!"

Afterwards, another burly translucent figure stepped out from the golden light, with determination shining in his eyes.

"Never attack others at will,

Always fight to protect the homeland.

Guardian Knight Boss, see my king! "

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"For the sake of the country, death is at home,

Honor is above all else.

Lamerlock, knight of light, see my king! "

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"Never break your oath for any reason,

Always keep the faith.

Soul fighting knight Gareth, see my king! "

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"Helping others to the best of our ability and in time,

Whether it is glory or shame, tell the truth of history with the most loyal attitude.

Gavin, the wise knight, see my king! "

As the twelve rules of the Knights of the Round Table were gradually perfected, behind Arthur, five translucent figures wrapped in knight armor knelt on the ground on one knee, paying the highest respect to their king.

"Long time no see, my brave knights."

Arthur held the hilt of the sword in his hand and didn't turn his head. Only a gentle voice came from the front.

"What about the rest?"

"Others have not woken up yet because of their weaker reputation."

Gavin, the last wise knight who came out, replied softly.

"That's it, that's enough."

Arthur's voice was still gentle.

The right hand holding the hilt gradually exerted strength, and under the excited eyes of all the knights, the long sword gradually left the rock.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Hey, where did the knight in the lake from France go, we are fellow villagers.

With such a great reputation, it stands to reason that he should wake up, why didn't he come over? "

"The name of the knight in the lake is Lancelot..."

Arthur's right hand holding the sword stopped in place, and he replied lightly, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The knights all turned their heads and silently stared in the direction of the sound.

Dominic, who stood at the end, seemed to suddenly remember something, and swallowed hard, wishing to slap himself.

"Aha, that, you go ahead, I'm just kidding, haha, pretend I didn't say it..."

"I hate the French."

The wise knight Gavin turned his head and complained softly to the soul fighting knight Gareth next to him.

"Me too."

"Or, we made him?"

Guardian Knight Boss suddenly spoke.

Dominic: . . .

Weak, pitiful, and frightened.