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Chapter 107 I'm tired

Lancelot and Gawain were almost exhausted before the holy light of the Holy Spear was emitted.

Gawain has frequently released holy light in recent days, while Lancelot has consumed a lot of physical strength and magic power due to magic. The reason why he can hold on until now is entirely because of his strong body.

But even so, he and Gawain have reached their limit.

The sun was about to set, and Gawain could no longer hold on. He knelt on the ground on one knee, barely letting himself fall. However, his sleepy eyes were completely closed and could not be opened again.

Lancelot leaned against a tree, his eyes half closed, looking at Annuo who was still cleaning up the remaining aliens, and then at Arthur lying on the side, gritting his teeth.

It's really sad that Lancelot brought such disaster to Britain at the end of his life...

Britain is ruined and finished, everyone knows this.

The king has no heir, his life or death is unknown, and almost all the high-ranking Knights of the Round Table have been wiped out.

Britain is destroyed, that is a fact.

Britain, which has lost all its top leaders, will surely fall into chaos, but at least it has not become a paradise for alien species. It still belongs to mankind and is still the home of mankind.

Lancelot's vision was blurred. He watched a knight in purple leather armor running toward him, and he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

Goodbye, my son...

Knights of the Round Table Gawain and Lancelot leave the table.

Galahad shook Lancelot's body wildly in disbelief, but this "irresponsible" father could no longer respond to his son's sadness.

Bedivere crawled towards the king with difficulty.

During the war, no one was uninjured. Bedivere not only lost his prosthetic limbs, but also lost many other things.

Such as an eyeball, such as half a burnt face.

He looked at the unconscious Arthur with his eyes that could see clearly.

He climbed to the king's side and helped him up.

Arthur is not dead, or in other words, she is immortal.

The Holy Sword of the Star made from the core of the planet blessed her, and together with the blessing of Wang Xuanjian, it made her immortal and youthful forever.

Therefore, at nearly forty years old, she still looks as youthful and energetic as she did when she was fifteen years old and drew the King's Sword.

Bedivere tried shaking Arthur, but found that although Arthur was still breathing, he showed no sign of waking up.

He understood that the king was too tired. He released the holy light at the same high frequency as Gawain and Annuo, and also liberated the holy spear Lungominiad beyond the specifications. The king was too tired and had no physical strength at all.

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We need to replenish the king's strength...

Bedivere thought for a moment, then made up his mind, stretched out his intact arm, and bit it with his teeth.

The gurgling blood flowed through Arthur's throat. Bedivere lowered his head and looked at Arthur: "King, please...please wake up."

"Please at least tell me your last wish!"

Bedivere was crying and talking, but felt that her arm that was feeding Arthur's mouth was pushed away.

He lowered his head in surprise, just in time to see Arthur's stern gaze.

"Bei Qing... bandage it." Arthur sighed.

"I'm tired..." She said tiredly and remorsefully, "I failed to protect Britain."

Big tears flowed from her eyes.

"I didn't protect my army, I didn't even protect Mordred..."

"Bei Qing, go ahead and return the source of my immortality to the fairy in the lake..."

"I'm tired...let me...take a rest." She said these words tremblingly.


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