hero?it must be me

(After coming to this land, it is full of sad things.)

(Unexpectedly at the end...)

(But it was such a pleasant experience to see.)

The weak and ugly body fell forward, falling from this towering building towards the wide outside world.

Like a wingless bird, it breaks free from the cage and sets off towards freedom.

Immediately, towards the end of death.

-

Gao Wen didn't expect it.

The trouble that I experienced only a few minutes ago will haunt me again so quickly.

"...Zheng Qi."

In the silent world of the afterlife, Gao Wen, who was alone with the holy sword in hand, faced the steel giant in front of him, and shouted in a deep voice.

"What the hell are you?!"

Chapter 417 Chapter 110 Seven: I, Misogynist

The blessing that the Lion King bestowed upon Gao Wen was 【Night Night】.

This blessing enabled Gawain to maintain the protection from the saint for a long time, and as long as he could stand under the sun, Gawain could almost be called the strongest knight in the round table.

In other words, the blessing of the Lion King allowed Gao Wen to maintain his peak state almost permanently.

Why is it [almost] permanent?

After all, this is the power that depends on the blessing of the Lion King. If there is any way to weaken, block, or even get rid of the blessing of the Lion King, then Gao Wen is naturally no match for the common sense of the rising and setting of the sun. There are times when you lose the power of the protection of the saints.

But this is extremely difficult to do.

The blessing of the Lion King can be said to be a blessing from the [God].

Generally speaking, one of the basic conditions to be met is to weaken, close, or even get rid of the blessings from the [God].

That is, the means adopted must have a level of mystery not weaker than that of the [God].

To put it simply, if you want to deal with God, you have to use methods comparable to God.

This alone can be said to be extremely difficult to achieve.

So to a certain extent, Gawain was proud of the blessing of "Night Night" bestowed by the Lion King, thinking that he possessed the power to be invincible under all circumstances, which is not considered arrogant.

After all, in most cases, in this world, in this time and space, he does have the capital to declare to the world.

However, Gao Wen never thought that in just one day...

In just one day, he unexpectedly lost the blessing from the Lion King twice.

Last time, it was the billowing dust that was enough to cover the sun's wheel.

This time, it shocked Gao Wen's mind even more.

——The world has changed.

If you look up you can't see the sky, if you hang your head you can't see the ground.

Although it can stand on its own feet, but looking around, it is full of deep, boundless, indistinguishable from top to bottom, south from east to north.

In the dense mist, there are some afterimages looming, those shadows are so silent, and they all fall to the ground, as if they are praying, and as if they are begging for some kind of... mercy.

Gao Wen was not a person who was keen on listening to stories, but his sister Gareth was always interested in various legends.

But even Gao Wen, after witnessing the changed world with his own eyes, couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.

This is simply like the afterlife world described in the story.

And when this brief thought was fleeting, what followed Gao Wen's mind was doubts.

He is not very good at magic, but he does not lack the vision and knowledge he should have.

In his opinion, this suddenly changing world is probably an inherent barrier.

It's just that Gao Wen couldn't understand.

How can a magic that is infinitely close to [magic] like the inherent enchantment...

Before Gao Wen could think about it, a strange sound came from the silent mist.

A heavy object that seemed to be made of some kind of metal was hitting the ground again and again at a steady frequency.

Gao Wen could feel a shock.

Accompanied by the sound from far to near, Gao Wen could feel that everything around him seemed to be vibrating at a stable frequency.

And when that majestic figure cleared the fog and broke through the hazy curtain, revealing the solid and cold truth, Gawain almost instinctively clenched the holy sword in his hand.

It was as if in an instant, there were countless invisible palms that forcibly pulled his limbs, making him immediately put on a straight but slightly stiff posture.

Yes……

At the moment when he witnessed the true face of the behemoth, Gao Wen's intuition honed by the battlefield forced him to make such a humiliating reaction.

Yes, it's a shame.

——Because this reaction is not for victory, but for survival.

Compared with his fighting spirit as a knight, Gao Wen's survival instinct as a living person reacted more intensely in front of this giant figure!

To Gao Wen, this was a shame.

But compared to the anger caused by this shame, confusion and surprise are the two most intense colors in Gao Wen's mind at the moment.

He really, can't understand!

"Zheng Qi..."

Gawain yelled at the steel giant in front of him in a low voice, as if the sound was squeezed out from his clenched teeth.

"What the hell are you?!"

"..."

The giant god seemed to have heard his questioning.

Those eyes burning with faint flames glanced at Gao Wen.

no respond.

No.

Perhaps, the fist of steel raised high was the answer!

The huge body that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the walls of the holy capital showed a swiftness that exceeded Gao Wen's expectations.

Facing the giant fist that was about to fall, the alert Gao Wen subconsciously raised his sword to block it.

This is his tactical habit. Compared with dodging, he has the protection of the saint, and he has long been accustomed to the style of attacking and attacking.

but--

"Boom!"

The giant fist easily overwhelmed Gao Wen.

The world after death also returned to the eerie silence.

After a brief pause, the giant fist slowly pulled away.

Without the ground to stand on, it is indeed difficult to set off the power contained in this punch.

But the tattered body that remained where the giant fist landed could more or less demonstrate the power of this punch.

"Cough-puff!"

Gao Wen spit out a mouthful of blood with suspicious fragments.

His legs were already distorted out of shape, the residue of flesh and blood and the fragments of the armor were stuck to his waist and hips, with that appearance, it was no longer known whether he was standing or kneeling.

The holy sword he was proud of was deeply embedded in his shoulders, and his well-trained arms were twisted into a ball of bloody rags, dangling from his intact shoulders.

This miserable posture was the result of his hard-hitting blow from that giant fist.

Losing contact with the blessings in his body and without the protection of the saint, in this dark and desperate situation, Gao Wen only had a confrontation with the steel giant, and he was dying.

How long has it been since I felt this kind of pain?

His vision was stained by his own blood, and Gao Wen's trance consciousness couldn't help being pushed higher and higher and farther away in the spiral of pain.

bloody world...

The sky burned red by the setting sun, and the earth stained red with blood by the soldiers seemed to be in a line.

(It's there...it's the sword bar...)

Immediately afterwards, what fell in front of him were his comrades surrounded by scarlet flowers...

It was Gareth who finally relaxed his brows, like Gareth who had slept peacefully among the flowers.

(...No, not the sword bar...)

Looking at the head that had been beheaded by himself, Gao Wen remembered.

On that day, the round table turned against each other.

On that day, he buried his younger sister with his own hands.

That day...

He firmly believes that the perfect king is here.

"Gawain."

It was as if thousands of innumerable people opened their mouths at the same time, including all the characteristics of men, women, young and old, and the muddy voices that should have been different inside were instantly condensed into a kind of gold-iron conflict. clang.

There is no doubt that it was Zheng Qi's voice.

"Cruel the innocent."

"Kill a friend."

"Even my own sister was buried with my own hands."

"Seek salvation along the bullshit road of the Lion King, is this your chivalry?"

"..."

Gawain didn't respond.

With trembling flesh and cracked spine, he pushed his head forward, biting the hilt of the holy sword with his teeth.

【My king is perfect. 】

【Her judgment, idea, behavior...all of them, I believe, must be correct. 】

【This is my loyalty to the king. 】

【This is……】

"..."

Gawain's throat throbbed with imperceptible murmurs.

That was him trying to chant the real name of the Noble Phantasm.

However, in his life, there were no rumors of Gawain acquiring skills such as combat continuation.

The so-called heroic spirit is the trace of a hero's life, the crystallization of legends in the world, and a splendid corner of the grand history of mankind.

Heroic spirits often possess great power.

These powers originate from their experiences during their lifetime, as well as from their various legends.

But at the same time, the heroic spirits are also subject to their past and legends.

So, now, with such a body, not to mention liberating the treasure, even mobilizing magic power has become a luxury.

——It should be so.

"Huhuhu..."