Gahoris.

Gawain's younger brother.

One of the Knights of the Round Table who also died in battle with Gareth when Mordred stopped him.

Now they are back, pouring out of the underworld one after another, wanting to drag his enemy into the bottomless abyss. This is completely reasonable, and he should even stand there and let them kill him.

Lancelot stared at Gahoris:

"Who called you back?"

Gahoris sneered:

"It was introduced by someone we all know. He is now called the Gray Messenger, and he succumbed to a powerful god. Although I despise his behavior, since he gave me a chance for revenge, I will come back by the way.

"Obviously I'm not the first, and if you win this time, it doesn't mean you can get rid of us, me, Gareth, and all the people you killed. No matter how many times we fall back to the underworld, we will bite you."

The clenched teeth crawled back again.

"One year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, you will never be able to get rid of us. You will always be relaxed. When you are sleeping, when you are in love, when you are addicted, when you are depressed, we will appear until we pull you away.

To the underworld."

Lancelot said indifferently:

"Come on, if you can really do it, you won't die in my hands back then, right?"

Gahoris shook his head, and then drew his sword.

Lancelot interrupted:

"But I have a question. Since you can come back, why are you obsessed with me? You are not such a person, and neither is Gareth.

"King Arthur is still sleeping, there is still so much injustice in the world, the universe is still disordered and chaotic, there are so many people in need of knights, yet you come to me for revenge?"

Gahoris smiled, both sarcastically and sadly:

"What else do you want from me? I am a dead person. I have been dead for countless years and even my bones have disappeared. Are you asking too much of me?

"We are dead people and are different from you. Don't apply your views to us when you were alive."

Lancelot raised his head slightly:

"But you don't want to do anything here, do you? There are civilians around. Remember the spirit of chivalry?"

Gahoris turned his head and looked at Ha La:

"Do you know that person?"

Lancelot turned his head warily and saw the girl standing a few meters behind him:

"Why are you still here?"

Ha La showed an innocent expression:

"You don't have to pay attention to me."

Gahoris sneered:

"Don't worry, I won't go so far as to use other people's lives to threaten you. Even if I am full of hatred, I still have some sense left.

"But I'm not rational enough to accompany you to find another venue. If you don't want them to die, you can tell them to run away, but in this case, accidental injuries are always inevitable.

"No matter what, I have to kill you."

Lancelot looked around and then said:

"Well, let's fight somewhere else."

Gahoris asked with interest:

"Why?"

Lancelot smiled and said:

"How about I give you a hand?"

Gahoris showed a surprised expression. He did not expect Lancelot to be willing to make such a big concession:

"How can I be sure that you are not lying to me?"

Lancelot said with a relaxed expression:

"By the name of King Arthur and Guinevere."

Gahoris's expression became a little serious:

"I agreed."

Lancelot turned his head and threw the box in his arms to Ha La:

"If it's convenient for you, just give it to Veronica. If you still doubt me, just find a place to throw it away."
Chapter completed!