After Rama fully understood the situation, he hugged Sita and cried for a long time.
Then he followed Sita's example and put the curse back on himself, and then knocked himself down with a stone before Sita woke up.
Lawrence Nightingale:...
"I want to shoot this bastard who doesn't know how to cherish his own body." Nightingale took out a pistol and pointed it at Rama's head, with no emotion in her voice.
"No, no, no, no." Although Lawrence felt quite speechless, he still had some sense and knew that Rama was an important fighting force.
Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Exhausted.
"Let's go back quickly, Matthew..." Her voice seemed to have lost its soul, "I don't know how far everyone has completed their current tasks..."
...
The crazy battle between Karna and Arjuna is over.
Arjuna lost.
This is not surprising, Karna has the gem potion supported by Lawrence as a supply, but Arjuna has nothing.
However, Arjuna still escaped from the battlefield with his strong strength and left towards the east.
Karna stayed where he was, breathing heavily, and he also had many wounds on his body.
"Karna, are you okay?" Edison helped Karna up and dusted him off with some worry.
"It doesn't matter, I will definitely defeat him, Arjuna, that man..." Karna was still looking east, with a hostility in his eyes that Edison had never seen before.
"There will be a chance, as long as he is still at this singularity, and you are still at this singularity." Helena smiled happily.
She enjoyed watching this battle. The Mokobharata was recreated! And the viewing position was perfect. She almost watched this mythical battle from a safe distance.
"Now that Arjuna has escaped, let's continue to move forward." Edison pursed his lips and patted Karna on the back, "It's a good thing to win this battle, but because of this battle our front line has become somewhat
Postponed.”
"Push forward at double speed." Karna showed a completely different fighting spirit than before, "Continue eastward...until you see that man, and then...defeat him."
...
In Washington, the four cavalry followers have reached the outskirts of the city.
"You can see a palace from here." Billy the Kid, who has the best eyesight, stood on the high ground and looked into the distance, and said to the other three people, "It's right in the center of Washington. It's very conspicuous."
"It's so grand to build a palace here." Robin Hood curled his lips, "That woman named Maeve really knows how to enjoy it."
"It's not an exaggeration to say that she is the most enjoyable woman." Scathach stood aside with her chest folded, her eyes a little uncertain.
She...did not feel the magical reaction of her apprentice, Cu Chulainn, around here.
...Is it too far?
"What should we do? Sneak in directly after dark?" Robin Hood glanced at Scathach and asked.
"That's good." Scathach cast his runes and disguised himself, Geronimo, Robin Hood, and Billy the Kid.
"Now unless we are very close, no one will know that we are Servants. We can just blend in with the crowd." She waved her hand casually, keeping her eyes on the distant city of Washington.
, continued, "When we enter the city, we will further collect more detailed intelligence."
"At that time, whether to assassinate...or not to assassinate..."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Billy the Kid.
Billy the Kid smiled and tipped his hat with his revolver, very confident.
"Just leave it to me!"
...
Jimia and Artoria have returned to Shreveport, and Jimia's situation has completely stabilized.
"So, what are we going to do next?" Arturia held her spear and asked the tall Greek hero.
"How about we split up? Anyway, the monsters in Alexandria have been almost killed, and it is difficult to form a large-scale threat. How about going to other teams?" Jimia thought about it with some distress, and scratched his head.
I'm scratching my head, not sure what to choose.
"Scathach should not be able to go there." Arturia frowned slightly and tapped her finger on Lungominiad, "Their actions require concealment. You and I are both like that.
Going over there with such high-profile followers will only cause chaos, and they might have already arrived in Washington."
"Then there's only Xiang An and his friends..." Jimia was lying on the haystack and murmured while looking at the sky. She suddenly raised her head, "So we go together?"
"Stay alone, someone needs to pass on the information." Artoria rubbed her wrist and stood up with the gun in hand, "Just stay in Shreveport for now, and you can clean up the curse on your body.
."
"Fine......"
Jimiya nodded, a little helpless.
The curse was really the same as the tarsal maggots. He felt that some of it still remained in his body and was destroying his body tissues.
"Go quickly, I guess that little girl Lixiang will soon change her mind..."
Jimia's head lay back again: "That vehicle invented by King Edison is so fast..."
Arturia didn't reply, just nodded, called out Ramri, mounted her horse and drove towards the north.
He patted his face and listened to the sound of horse hooves gradually disappearing, and Jimia smacked her lips in distress.
If you want to break the curse, you have to cut open your stomach...
It doesn't matter, the most important thing now is to quickly return to normal combat effectiveness...
"hiss--"
Jimia's painful head broke into cold sweat.
...
Xiang An led the team alone, but his speed of action was the fastest among the several teams.
I met a lot of followers on the road, but after Xiang An led three thousand Yin soldiers and ghost generals from all directions to crush them, nothing was left.
Darius III was one of those who lasted a long time.
But at this time——
"The enemies ahead, let's have a taste of what real hauni is!!!"
A sturdy man wearing light armor squinted his eyes and held a strange weapon in his hand, which had been inserted into the ground.
He roared at the top of his lungs, and the magic power in his body violently rioted.
"Hauni Sword [Caladbolg]!!!"
"Hmph, a little trick to try to impress others——"
Xiang An snorted coldly and twirled the big beryllium in his hand.
There was something thrusting upward from the ground, he could feel it.
Driving the big waves to leap towards the sky, the King of Hell beryllium in Xiang An's hand has already emitted billowing blue-black smoke.
Boom boom boom——!!!
The spinning giant sword thrust out from the ground, while Xiang An danced his giant sword in the air.