Seeing the Holy Spear's magic power fading on the panel, Romani was also confused.

It would have been good if the Holy Spear thrown by the fully deified Lion King could withstand it, but now it is still gradually disintegrating, which is a bit strange.

"King..." Bedivere looked at the Lion King and was about to walk over.

But his hand was grabbed directly.

Bedivere turned around, but was stunned.

"..."

The person who held him back was none other than Gawain.

At this moment, Gawain was very silent.

"If you return the Holy Sword, you will die now."

"Although I hate you and am jealous of you, as the king's last knight, please witness the king's last battle!"

Bedivere was startled.

"The King's Last..."

"Bedivere, you have witnessed my last knight, please let me... give you my last blessings." Saber looked at Bedivere with a slight smile on her face.

"king......"

Bedivere looked at Saber blankly.

It is this smile that has continuously supported his smile for 1,500 years.

"At the last moment, please let me bring you into that sinless world."

As soon as she finished speaking, Saber's whole body lit up with blue light.

"avalon! (Avalon)"

Countless blue particles flew out of Saber's body.

The blue protective shield began to expand infinitely, directly covering Mashu's Camelot.

"This, what is this?"

The pressure disappeared, and Matthew looked in shock at the blue light shield that easily blocked the holy spear.

"Is this possible?"

Looking at the light shield that easily blocked his holy spear, the Lion King seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.

Boom!

The holy spear directly turned into light points and dissipated in the air.

The Lion King, holding the Holy Spear, looked at Saber, who was holding the Sword of Victory and being protected by a blue light, with a dull look on his face.

"Could it be that you got it back?"

Saber did not answer, but whispered to Bedivere next to her: "Mr. Bedivere, go and complete my last order!"

"Yes, King!"

The other Knights of the Round Table looked away.

This is a journey without redemption.

However, with the support of the Holy Sword, the knight Bedivere still chose to search aimlessly for 1500 years.

This is not extraordinary perseverance, he proved himself with his own actions.

"Bedivere? Why, why don't I remember this name?" The Lion King held his forehead.

Very familiar, yet very strange.

She searched her mind, but no matter what, this person never appeared in her mind.

Looking at the Lion King who had a headache, Bedivere showed remorse on his face: "Maybe that's the case, but maybe it will become clearer when you see this."

Xiao Bei walked over slowly.

"do not come!"

Covering his forehead with one hand and holding the holy spear with the other, he stabbed Bedivere hard!

The holy spear turned into light and burst out.

"Boom!"

A dark light flashed, and a figure appeared in front of him, helping him block the blow.

"Sir Lancelot." Bedivere stared blankly at the purple figure in front of him.

Matthew: "Father..."

"Go quickly!"

Lancelot shouted.

"The king will die, and it is my responsibility, so let me open a way for you!"

Under the opportunity created by Lancelot, Bedivere understood it.

He rushed out violently.

"Sir Bedivere!"

A soft drink came.

Saber took out the scabbard in her body and shot it directly into Bedivere's body.

This caused Bedivere's right hand to resonate directly and turn into gold.

But this scene left everyone else confused.

Who would have thought that Arthur would be so interested in Bedivere that he would give him the lost scabbard?!

"!"

Seeing Saber actually giving the scabbard to Bedivere, the Lion King's pupils shrank, and the holy spear shot out in a thunderous arc.

"Get out of my way!"

With an angry shout, the red knight descended, wearing armor on his head and holding a royal sword to block the blow heavily.

"Mordred!"

Xiaobei was startled, and then looked at several figures rushing out from behind, not knowing what to say at all.

"Gawain, Gareth, Parcivali..."

All the Knights of the Round Table rushed out together to help Bedivere block all attacks and clear a path.

"Everyone, thank you!"

Bedivere's expression was firm, and the golden light on his arms extended as he came to the front of the Lion King.

"swit agateram! (Holding his sword tightly, his silver arm)"

As Bedivere's words fell, the golden light rose sharply.

He clenched his arm and struck hard at the holy spear.

"Boom!"

Golden light flashed across, dividing the skyline.

The holy spear was blown away and fell to the ground. The Lion King looked blankly at the silver knight in front of him.

"Who are you...why do you not hesitate to do this?"

Bedivere looked at the Lion King in front of him with a smile on his face.

"I hesitated for your life in that forest. If you return the holy sword to the lake, you will really die."

"Because I was afraid that something like that would happen, I couldn't return the Holy Sword even for the third time."

With that said, Bedivere knelt down on one knee.

The originally golden arm also turned into a golden holy sword.

"When I returned to the forest, the king's figure had disappeared, and I knew it later."

"Because the Holy Sword is not returned, the king cannot even die."

"The king picked up the holy spear left by his side and became the king of the undead wandering in the world."

"Here, on behalf of the knights of the Round Table, I would like to express my gratitude to you for allowing you to shoulder the burden of that dark era. You alone were unable to know the glory of the Round Table."

"The brave King of Knights. The one who saved Britain, you are our shining star..."

Looking at the holy sword handed to him, the Lion King slowly stretched out his hand and picked up the sword.

In an instant, all kinds of memories came to mind.

The period also includes Bedivere’s experience over the past 1,500 years.
To be continued...