Chapter 108 I am the spark, forged into Britain
All the alien races have died.
Annuo, who had lost his left arm and was wrapped in blood red, stood in the wilderness, swaying all alone.
Tick tock.
What fell was not rain, but blood.
The blood wrapped around Annuo's body fell to the ground drop by drop.
The blood color slowly faded, revealing a thin and bloodless old face.
But his eyes were exceptionally bright.
Annuo fell weakly to one side, but was supported by someone.
He looked to one side and saw his grandson, Galahad, holding his right arm.
There were still tears on Galahad's face that had not been wiped dry.
"Grandfather...Father, he..." Galahad choked and said to Annuo.
Annuo's pupils shrank, but he just sighed.
He touched Galahad's head, and his throat was speechless.
With his right hand he motioned to Galahad to carry him to the king's side.
Except for Palomede, who is still in Camelot, the remaining four Knights of the Round Table are all here.
Bedivere lost too much blood and was too sad, and became unconscious.
Annuo knelt beside Arthur and looked at Arthur's face.
"Uncle Annuo..." Artoria looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar face and wanted to say something, but she couldn't.
"I'm here, Liya...I'm here..." Annuo forced out a few words from his throat, but spit out another mouthful of blood.
But he felt nothing: "Liya...have you really...decided like this..."
He was talking about the Holy Sword, which is the source of Artoria's immortality.
"I'm very tired, Uncle Annuo." She was obviously talking about sad things, but there was a smile on Artoria's face.
"That's it...that's it..." Annuo also smiled, but his withered face made the smile look ugly.
He took out seven envelopes from his arms and handed them to Galahad.
Then, without accepting Galahad's help, he just stood up, picked up Arthur's holy sword, and limped away.
"Grandpa!" Galahad wanted to catch up, but saw Annuo wave his hand to signal him not to follow.
Galahad could no longer control his emotions and knelt on the ground crying.
Those seven envelopes are the seven suicide notes written by Annuo from his youth to the present.
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I don't know how much time passed.
Annuo, who was already close to his limit, walked from the hills to the jungle, and from the jungle to the lakeside.
Sitting by the lake was a young man wearing a white robe.
He looked at the dying old man with sad and regretful eyes.
However, Annuo didn't pay attention to him at all.
As if performing a sacred ritual, he threw the sword of victory into the lake after praying.
The fairy reluctantly stretched out a hand from the lake, caught the holy sword, and then sank it back.
An Nuo coughed twice and took off the already somewhat damaged treasure armor from his body, leaving only the lining on his body.
He arranged the treasure armor, placed it by the lake, and inserted chalk next to the treasure armor.
Then, he just sat by the lake and looked at the water.
The Age of Gods has died, the man in white has long since disappeared, and this place is just an ordinary lake.
Anno, the Knight of the Round Table, has also left the Round Table.
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Galahad opened the last suicide note.
I saw that the suicide note first scolded Lancelot thoroughly.
There is a sentence written at the end of the suicide note.
I turned my life into a spark and forged it into Britain...
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Britain, saber volume, end.
This chapter has been completed!