Chapter 687： : Triumph of 1 Cut

This battle ended in this way, and there was one less participant in the event. At the same time, news of the battle quickly spread throughout the world.

Greece, conquer the territory of King Iskandar.

A certain body was wrapped in pitch-black armor, exuding a black mist-like breath, like a knight crawling out of hell, watching the picture on the TV quietly.

"It seems that the Knight King has been defeated." A hoarse voice came from the side of the knight.

That is the voice of Oshe Maru.

At this time, the Oshe Maru looks completely different from the past, with a smaller body and a more saleable appearance.

His current body is reshaped on the basis of Weber.

This poor magician died before he was a member. Naturally, he didn't have a badge. If he even wanted to resurrect, he could only buy the resurrection coins at a high price for members such as Tsunade who could offer resurrection coins.

"The king did not fail." The voice came from the armor.

"You hate her, but you don't hate her either." O Shemaru looked at the knight with an inexplicable sarcasm, "Then what are you going to do? Go back to her and continue to be your Knight of the Round Table? Or Let her bless your relationship with the princess?"

Facing this obvious provocation, the Cavaliers didn't say a word.

Just still staring at the figure of Wang on TV.

Wang has indeed changed.

Began to understand people's hearts.

But will Wang really forgive him? The destruction of the kingdom started from him.

The Knights of the Round Table seemed to be caught in a certain kind of entanglement once again. The black aura on his body was constantly rolling, because he was blessed by God in a frenzied posture. Even if he regained his sanity, the power of blackening remained indelible in him. There are traces left in his character, which may never disappear, which was originally part of his character.

After all, Lancelot spent the rest of his life in destruction.

"If you go now, the king will definitely forgive you." Oshemaru's voice continued to sway in Lancelot's ear, "but you won't forgive yourself, will you? Since you love the king so much If you don’t, it’s better to listen to me. Compared to a loyal knight, your king needs an abominable enemy, a companion in the past, an enemy in the present. Only this kind of identity can bring her growth. One day, your blood will make her a true "ideal king"..."

Da She Wan's voice has a strong bewitching meaning.

Lancelot knew he was bewitching.

Also know his purpose.

Dashemaru never hides it.

However, even so, Lancelot still gradually moved his heart. The guilt towards the king and the guilt towards the kingdom made him unable to return to the king's side anyway, and he recovered to the past with peace of mind. Unable to face his former companions, those who disgusted him, those who made him guilty, those who made him angry... Perhaps, becoming an enemy, promoting the growth of the king, and dying by the king’s sword, is the one to him, For the king, it was a perfect fate.

And at this moment, the terrifying temperament suddenly fell from the sky.

Not one, but several.

Just like Xiao Nan did, Lorelai made the same choice, but this choice was not for the reputation of Iskandar, but for the reputation of the Bathmelo family.

-Crusade against dictators.

The enemy high in the sky chanted slogans to this country.

"It's finally here." Oshemaru smiled coldly, "My strength has not yet fully recovered. Fortunately, there are only three people who came, and I don't need me to play."

Only three people came.

Lorelai, Tosaka Tokichen, Di Lu Muduo.

This is also the only three of Lorelei who can ensure the arrangement, and neither Karp, Joan of Arc, or Godbreaking Fireweave, do not want to participate in this battle.

"Tosaka Tokimin must die." Lancelot stood up slowly, with a killing intent in his tone.

"Yes, this is the promise I made with you." Oshemaru smiled hoarsely, "Your original Master, should be in the crowd at this time. He will see it. This victory will be It will be a celebration of our alliance."

He had already seen it, and Lancelot accepted his suggestion.

This is not just an alliance for this event.

It's a real alliance.

Oshemaru does not need a companion, but he needs strength, and he understands the human heart. At this moment, he believes that an alliance that relies on interests and goals is more efficient and more useful than an alliance that depends on fetters.

Lancelot opened the door and walked out.

The stage of destiny has already begun.

In this ancient city, there are countless people flying up. With the previous examples, the people who have been prepared are not very panicked, and they do not have the same heart. There are far more people who are unwilling to submit to the tyrant. Hope that Iskandar can protect their people.

In this world, in the hearts of many people, the so-called freedom is more important than life and safety.

It's ridiculous.

Da She Wan laughed lowly in his heart.

Lorelei’s awe-inspiring voice spread throughout the stage. Her speech carried out freedom and protection, and carried out glory and glory. Iskandar’s response was also full of heroism and domineering as a king, but in this moral In the battle at the commanding heights, Iskander, who belonged to the ancients, was undoubtedly defeated. Some people even began to shout the name of Bassemero, eager for this beautiful young lady to save them and even protect them in the future.

Oshemaru who was hiding clearly saw that Iskandal's eyes changed.

As a king, he should have stronger desires than anyone, he should be bolder than anyone, irritable than anyone, and more real than anyone. Only in this way can he subdue his subjects, and only in this way can the people live up to their hearts. Longing and longing... This should be the case.

however--

The voices of the surrounding people kept coming into Iskandar's ears.

"This kind of king will kill us!"

"We want freedom, UU reading wants peace! Don't war!"

"Why is the king noble than us!"

"What Conquer King, this guy is just a dictator, a tyrant, what era does he think it is now!"

"Why don't we have a queen like Altria? Damn, I want to emigrate!"

They have no yearning or longing for him, only jealousy and disgust. They don't want to know the "king's desire", they just want to get lost in a false peace, they don't need the guidance of desire, they just long for the salvation of others... .

It's ridiculous.

Iskandar took a deep breath.

"I am the king who brought up the war! I am the king who is loyal to desire! I am the king who conquer everything!" He rode on the carriage, holding up the sword in his hand and roared, "Admire me! The victory that ravages everything is yours. The most true wish of everyone!"