Chapter 527
Cyd frowned.
"No, if he doesn't bring me in, I'll probably just tear open the city wall and break in," Cyd simply avoided Agravain and walked towards the front throne.
"Don't be rude in front of the throne!" Agravain's eyes narrowed fiercely, and he took out the Knight sword from his waist and slashed towards Cyd's neck.
Cyd didn't even turn his head back and grabbed the blade with his backhand.
"Your Saint Graph has not been augmented by any," the blade exuding cold light shattered at Cyd's fingertips, "You are impossible to be my opponent."
"Cut! I'll deal with you later on Tristan bringing the enemy into Holy Capital! Gawain!" Agravain roared.
In the darkness, Knight with a dazzling blond hair like the sun rushed out. When he raised the blade in his hand, the sun rose in the sky that was supposed to be dark.
"Ah it's really sad, Gawain is invincible when the sun rises," Tristan stroked the bowstring with a sad face, "The hero who could have guarded this ideal country with the king is I'm going to be beheaded by Gawain's sword."
"Hmm, it's really convenient to be able to make the sun rise," Cyd touched his chin with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to hold Gawain's swung down sword. Holy Sword, golden flames flow through the hair.
And it's still straight to noon, I have to say that this Gawain is a good partner.
"How is that possible?!" Gawain stared blankly and pinched the fingers of the Holy Sword in his hand very casually.
"It's Gawain's Holy Sword that can be strengthened three times!" Agravain's stiff expression couldn't hold back.
Tristan was petrified just by keeping the posture of playing the piano.
"It's only three times as trifling, how dare you call yourself invincible?" The corner of Cyd's mouth rose, his left hand began to rise, and a huge force forcibly lifted Gawain on the other end of the Holy Sword, "You are really arrogant. Ah!"
"Boom-"
A dazzling rays of light lit up and shot straight at Cyd.
"The majesty of the king!" Agravain sighed in relief, and at the same time a little annoyed, didn't expect to still alarm the king, it was literally crime deserving ten thousand deaths.
"Ah that's really sad," Tristan's fingers lightly brushed the bowstring, "didn't expect the king to have to kill those who could have walked with him."
The dazzling rays of light Cyd didn't even dodge, but just threw away Gawain threw away the range of the attack rays of light.
"Boom—"
The moment the beam of light hit Cyd's body, it was refracted into countless beams of light that swept the entire palace, and Tristan and Agravain dodged the beam in embarrassment.
"Acquiesced to the Knights under his command to kill the refugees, sneak attack without any hesitation," Cyd patted the dust that did not exist on his body, looked towards the silhouette that appeared in front of the throne with Holy Lance, "You will definitely not be King Arthur."
But the Holy Lance Cyd in her hands is very familiar, and even used it once, it is the Holy Lance belonging to King Arthur in Gray's hands.
The lion-like helmet slowly lifted, and the holy azure gazed at Cyd without a trace of emotion in his eyes.
"I am King Arthur and Lion King, Artoria Pendragon."
"The king is undoubtedly the enemy!" "As long as you use the king's prestige light, you can definitely destroy him."
"Unfortunately, your king just attacked me with the king's prestige light," Cyd twisted his neck, "it becomes stronger in the sun. But it's not just Gawain, when the sun hangs above my head, I'm invincible."
Gawain's expression froze.
Isn't that equivalent to completely crushing him on a violent level!
He is three times stronger, and Cyd is simply invincible!
Although a little unwilling, Gawain still withdraws from the battle state. If he continues to maintain the battle state, the blessing given to him by the king will always remain in the noon state, and Cyd will always be invincible.
Agravain was clearly aware of this, and kept hinting at him with his eyes.
However, the sun did not set because he quit fighting, it was still noon!
"Sir Gawain!" Agravain couldn't hold back.
"Ah don't blame him," Cyd crossed his arms around his chest. "It's not up to him to decide whether the sun sets or not, because I'm the sun!"
I'm listening at the moment Ozymandias of Ritsuka Fujimaru's Adventures sneezes sharply, while his head pans again subtly.
Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others tacitly ignored the scene.
PSThe neck and shoulders are sore
PSIf you want to see the previous Singularity, I can make a special episode
Chapter 5 Ideals and ideals, people and Wang
Want to knock her down?
Cyd slowly put down his hand, the sun hanging at the highest point fell, and the night fell on this world again.
"Can I chat with you alone?" Cyd looked into Artoria's eyes seriously.
"No!" Agravain stopped Artoria directly.
"You guys are the twist of this Singularity, you just died if I wanted to," Cyd at a moderate pace walked to the breach that had just been shot through by the rays of light and looked down at the entire Holy Capital, " But I don't want to deny the people who are happy because of you right now, so I just want to make sure."
Agravain and the others' expressions froze.
Cyd had completely exposed his back to them, and he didn't seem to mind their sneak attack at all, and they didn't mind at all.
"Agravain, Tristan, Gawain, you step down," Artoria very simply passed Agravain who was in front of her and came to Cyd's side to look at Holy Capital with him.
Tristan and Gawain exited the palace quite simply, Agravain gritted his teeth and pushed out of the palace after a moment of hesitation.
"You think you made the right choice," Cyd glanced at Artoria.
The golden sand-like hair flutters in the evening wind, the mature face has an inexplicable sense of holiness, and the eyes of the holy azure do not have any confusion or even anyone's feelings.
“This is Ideal Country,” Artoria said in a tranquil voice, overlooking the entire Holy Capital.
"Maybe for the people who live here," Cyd chuckled and leaned against the crack in the wall, "but for the people outside, this world is still hopeless."
"Humanity will be destroyed, and it should be the correct soul that remains in this world," Artoria's tone did not change.
"Is it ideal?" Cyd smiled wryly, "[King Arthur doesn't understand people's hearts] This is the fuse that led to the end of your legend, but I always believe that you have people's hearts, just because you are a king. You've seen too much, and the king's responsibility forces you to make the right choice."
Artoria's eyes moved, but Cyd didn't answer.
"But now you look like you have completely abandoned people's hearts? What's right is right, what's wrong is wrong, absolutely rational, what's right will be praised, and what's wrong will be severely punished, that is It's like making up for what you didn't do in the past."
"I already don't care about the past," Artoria turned to Cyd, "now I just want to maintain this Holy Capital, promise The right soul will not disappear from this world."
"Then why do you allow the slaughter of unselected refugees, it is not an ideal soul, it does not mean that there is no right to live in this world."
"Those who are not selected will resent this Holy Capital, and sooner or later will be hostile."