Summoner of Miracles

“Ang--! ”

Beidou emitted a dragon's song of immense excitement.

“Hoo-hoo! ”

The bipedal dragons roar like joy.

Luo Zhen and Matthew jumped halfway up the dragon herd and held hands tight together, eventually falling all together on the head of Beidou.

“Are you all right? Senior!”

Matthew immediately asked Rosen.

“I'm fine. ”

Luo Zhen shook his head and immediately saw Marshall's skin covered in scorched black marks.

It was to break through the perimeter of the three-headed dragon cloth, despite his own safety, and the traces burned by the dragon's breath.

Seeing these marks, Rosen seemed to understand something, without saying a word, silently engraved a symbol in Matthew's hand.

“...”

Ruwen shines a faint light, pouring out a warm stream of strands, continuously healing Matthew's body.

The scorched black marks on Matthew just disappeared a little bit, relaxing the girl's tight face.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Maeve rolled all the way out, didn't know how many laps before stopping, fell directly there, and couldn't move any more.

It has a blood hole in the heart that not only bleeds out a lot, but also makes Maeve's body glow like a particle.

That is a sign that Lingui is about to dissipate.

“Uh... ooh..."

Maeve, whose nucleus was crushed, could no longer lift up any power or even strength, but whispered bitterly.

“Queen Maeve...”

Seeing Maeve like this, Matthew had to drop his curtains.

“Have you tasted the bitter fruit? ”

Even Skaha, spinning around with seven dragons, sighed slightly.

Beyond that, there is one person who feels this way about the Maeve.

“As it turns out, it's still like this. ”

An evil, ominous figure slowly appeared in front of Maeve, standing high and watching her fall into the bloodstream.

Who else but Ku Chulin?

Take a closer look, at this moment, Ku Chulin's body is intact, not even a scratch.

In his hand, besides holding a magic gun, he held a golden cup.

Seeing here, the crowd reacted.

It turns out Maeve handed the Grail to Ku Chulin long before he healed his wounds, and stood up and blocked everyone before Ku Chulin's wounds were fully healed.

But at that time, Maeve didn't think it would be a life-threatening business, did she?

After all, Her Majesty the Queen, who owns so many dragons and the Aarons, had no idea that she would have planted herself in the hands of a human being.

“Always dragging a man against you, Maeve. ”

Ku Chulin looked over at the woman who had finally sacrificed her life to help herself to heal the wounds, still so ruthless and cruel.

However, looking at Ku Chulin like this, Maeve not only didn't feel sad, she even gave him a loving look.

“Koku... Koku...”

Maeve covered her chest and smiled miserably.

“This time... if I die in front of you...? ”

In order to avenge Ku Chulin's indifference, Maeve himself tortured Ku Chulin to death and watched him die in front of himself before he could be relieved of hatred.

This time, the positions of the two men were finally swapped and Maeve died in front of him as tragically as Ku Chulin did in his lifetime.

It's just that Maeve doesn't seem hateful about this outcome, but rather feels relieved.

Perhaps Maeve hasn't said anything about it, but she's been worried about it.

Love and hate are two kinds of feelings that are hard to separate.

How much you love someone, then how much you hate someone.

How much you hate someone, then how much you love someone.

If Maeve hates Coop Chulin so much that he tortures him to death, then why doesn't it mean that this woman, Aikoo Chulin, loves him to death?

Now Maeve is showing this side of the spectrum and letting Ku Chulin get to the bottom of it.

“... yes.” Ku Chulin silenced and said faintly: “Let's call it even. ”

Word has it that Maeve's miserable smile on her face is even more winning, as if she were happy.

“So... is Coop one of mine now...? ”

Finally, Maeve still thinks about it.

For this...

“That kind of thing, whatever.” Coop Chulin coldly said, "I am your wish, because you want an evil king who can compete with you to be born, so at least here, I'm there for whatever you want. ”

That's how Coop Chulin works.

He'd keep killing just because Maeve asked.

He'll keep calling himself King, just because Maeve wants to.

Now Ku Chulin is a weapon, a weapon that can only be used by others.

So Ku Chulin didn't have his own will, let alone his own convictions, and the only way to survive was to run like a beast, constantly kill, eventually reach the finish line, and fall there.

And since it's a weapon, there has to be a user.

Maeve, is his own user.

Ku Chulin is acting with this idea in mind.

In that case...

“It's not wrong to say I belong to you. ”

Ku Chulin did admit it.

“Ahhh...”

Mafton had a satisfied look on his face.

“That's good...”

The ruling queen wanted to get what she wanted until the end.

Otherwise, she would certainly not have stopped.

Now Maeve finally got what she wanted.

Well, even if it was a dream, Maeve was satisfied.

“Love you, Coop...”

Maeve left a sentence like this.

In a spin, Maeve's spirit finally collapses, turning it into a brilliant light particle that disappears.

Thus, in this peculiarity, the culprits of non-evil and of whatever they will are finally crusaded.

Rojan, Matthew and Skaaha are watching this scene and silencing it.

But the incident is not over.

“Well, let's start over. ”

Ku Chulin stopped looking where Maeve disappeared and walked this way with a faint declaration.

“Huh!”

In the hands of Ku Chulin, the Golden Cup suddenly turned into a light that fell into Ku Chulin's body.

“He... he absorbed the Grail...? ”

Matthew's face changed.

Luo Zhen also had a heavy face, so to speak.

“Maeve has been defeated! Do you want to fight again? Coop Chulin! ”

Luo Zhen asked such a question.

This allowed Coop Chulin not to hesitate to answer.

“My killing will never stop before I fall. ”

This is Ku Chulin's path.

“Come on. ”

Ku Chulin made a declaration with an incredibly cruel and evil smile.

“Let's continue to fight. ”

The whole body of Coop Chulin, he said, was bursting with ominous magic.

Let the battlefield, the wind gushes.