The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

death.

No matter men, women, old people, children, blessed people, cursed people...everyone living in this world can only die in the end.

This is the first and final outcome.

Actually, it can also be said to be the ending of any world.

Uh?

Death is the only fair thing in the world.Any world...

...

[All will end with destruction and death.

Why should I see this?

This is...wish...

desire?

Whose wish?

……

what?

Whoever it is has such a desire.

?!how is this possible?!

Chapter 52-Knighthood

Okay, Xiao Squid and Xiao Lanhua finally quarreled again (Hey, why should I say "again"?)

Little Lanhua, I told you to be Meng Sao, I told you not to say anything, and I was holding it in my heart...

Look, Little Squid really misunderstood your misunderstanding completely... Just shrink into the corner and cry slowly... (I definitely didn't mean to gloat in it, really!)

By the way, please raise your hand if you are caught by the content of this chapter (don't tell me what you didn't see Xiao Lanhua misunderstanding), I will count the number of individuals.

Well, the so-called "thunder and thunder alone is not as good as thunder and thunder", Lei Lei is healthier!

PS: Sahua celebrate the appearance of the last knight of the round table (although he is still a toothless (I didn't make a typo)...)

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——Humility, compassion, justice, honor, sacrifice, bravery, spirituality, honesty...

——Go to his goddamn knight Yi!

"..."

What's the sound.

"……save……"

Very noisy sound.

"...Help, help..."

Accompanied by the noisy sound is the smell of blood that rushes into my mind from the nose.

"Huh? Ahhhhhhh...help! Devil...devil!"

In some dim vision, the blood-colored image was gradually reflected-unlike the red and black world that was just seen in the perception, this world was mixed with real colors.

"..."

I tilted my head in doubt, and the icy feeling brought by the cold wind made me shiver involuntarily.

There was still some loose consciousness, and he became sober in an instant.

The sticky feeling lingers on the skin, and the sensation of liquid slipping is even more disgusting from the bottom of my heart.

What's wrong with me?

He lowered his head subconsciously, but saw the hands covered with blood--and the silver spear still stained with blood in his hands.

No, not only the hands, but also the elbows, shoulders, body, and even cheeks.

But this is not my blood.

Not my blood, then... whose blood is this... blood?

I turned my eyes so stiffly, the light and shadow effect brought by the skyrocketing fire jumped in my field of vision, and the stars and moon could not be seen in the dark night sky above my head.

He could hear the last wailing of human despair in the fire, and the sound of flames burning.

It coincides amazingly with the scene in consciousness.

Hell of despair.

"..."

I am... what is going on?!

My thinking is close to a blank space, and the blank space that seems to be forcibly intervened by something makes me feel shocked.

The scenes that had appeared during the battle with Parcival in the past flashed back in my mind.

"!"

I froze.

Because of a guess that is close to impossible but in a sense very reasonable...

Everything in front of me...I did it?!

The last groan of the desperate is a chant to death.

The sound that rang in my mind made me swiftly regained consciousness, and almost immediately activated alchemy to clean up the blood on my body-and then I felt a guilty conscience...

That is the last trace of life, why rush to eliminate it?

No matter who it is, you don't like getting blood on your body, right?