Bedivere had been feeling an inexplicable sense of disharmony just now. When he squatted down to inspect the armor, he finally discovered the source of this feeling.

He had seen this kind of armor before. When he was guarding the stars, when he was fighting against Vortigern, and when he was eliminating all kinds of enemies, he could often see knights wearing this kind of armor.

It wasn't until they were fighting against Salo who was trying to invade reality by entering the behind-the-scenes dimension that they encountered an attack from an unknown force, and were ultimately lost in that realm forever.

According to Merlin's divination, they should all be killed in battle, but why...

Is it some kind of possessed monster? Or is something entering his brain and creating hallucinations, or is it a shadow of the past chasing him into the present?

The knight doesn't know the answer, but he has to stay away from here first, otherwise...

Lei may die in the aftermath of the battle.

He walked up to Lei:

"Wait a minute and I'll chase you. You wait for me where you are."

Then he raised his hand, and light gushed out, which resonated with the blood in Lei's body, and then the girl's body surface was also enveloped in a faint white light.

Lei looked at herself glowing:

"What's this?"

The knight replied:

"It's just light."

Then he raised his gun and stabbed the iron sheet of the train car, tearing it open, revealing the empty wasteland on both sides, and then looked at the sky.

"If I haven't arrived yet, go to the place I told you and tell him that I saw the lost knights of the past and they were massacring civilians."

As soon as the words fell, Lei turned into a massless light and rushed straight towards the sky.

Bedivere held up the light gun, slowly stepped over the armor on the ground, and walked towards the unknown car door.

Mordred appeared and severely injured him, cutting off his arm, and an enemy suddenly appeared. Was it a trap or a conspiracy?

Does anyone not want him to appear at the ceremony to select the new king, so do they want to deal with him in advance? So who is the mastermind behind this?

Tanvisji, Mordred himself, or...

Master Merlin.

Everyone knows that Merlin is a crazy wizard, otherwise he would not have come up with the plan of the Knights of the Round Table, but it is precisely because of this that King Arthur chose him to be the court mage. In the face of invincible enemies, only the craziest wizards can

See the opportunity.

When Bedivere pushed them away, standing among the four rows of corpses was a familiar figure, his former best friend who had long been lost behind the scenes - Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table.

Tristan is tall and strong, his face is covered with strange black lines, his eyeballs are like black crystals, showing dark red energy flow, holding a blood-red spear, standing upright on the ground like a sculpture.

Bedivere's first greeting to his old friend was:

"Did you kill them?"

Tristan looked at the bodies on both sides of him:

"It can be said that he died because of me."

Bedivere asked:

"Have you forgotten the teachings of King Arthur? Have you betrayed chivalry?"

Tristan sighed:

"You are old, friend, but time has not changed your stubborn mind and foolish loyalty. King Arthur has also abandoned us, so now we are only loyal to ourselves and Calamity Red.

"You didn't come to us, did you?"

Bedivere replied:

"We don't know how to find you, and we also searched, but we didn't find you. In the end, Merlin divined that you were all dead. We all thought that you all died in that storm. I also grieved for your death for a long time.

time."

Tristan looked at his friend calmly:

"Yes, but you never came back, right? If King Arthur is willing to win the war and search for us wholeheartedly, she can take us back."

Bedivere asked in disbelief:

"Even if the cost is that reality is invaded and countless people we are sworn to protect die tragically?"

Tristan smiled and said:

"At first, I thought like you and comforted myself with these words, but you don't know what we have gone through. I prayed for the king countless times, but after each prayer, I will understand more clearly that no one can

Save us.

"It was your inaction that pushed me to where I am today."

Bedivere asked:

"In the end what happened?"

Tristan did not answer, but asked another question:

"Where's Isolde? What's wrong with her?"

Bedivere hoped he wouldn't ask:

"She was forced to marry King Mark, your uncle."

Tristan closed his eyes:

"Didn't you stop them?"

Bedivere said:

"I remember you proposed the engagement on behalf of your uncle."

Tristan smiled sadly, as if he was experiencing extremely painful torture:

"Yes, but I realized my sincerity in the middle of the war. I was going to stop their marriage and break the treaty when I went back. And I told you this, right?"

Bedivere replied in a low voice:

"Yeah, I tried, but he's a king."

Tristan opened his eyes and looked at his friend calmly and sadly:

"And you are a Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur, so do you think you are unable to change this? Or you have no intention of doing so."

Bedivere told the truth:

"At that time, we were not equipped to deal with a king."

Tristan sighed:

"King Arthur betrayed his courtiers, Bedivere betrayed his best friend, and my love also fell into the arms of others. Do I deserve this?"

Bedivere ventured:

"Later, she committed suicide."

Tristan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly:

"who?"

Bedivere said:

"Isolde."

Tristan lowered his head:

"You shouldn't have told me."

The knight tightened his grip on his spear:

"You should know."

Tristan closed his eyes and prayed:

"The great red disaster makes us betray, fight, hurt, and kill each other..."

Bedivere jumped forward with all his strength, turned into light briefly, and appeared behind Tristan. Then he stepped on the ground, exerted force on his waist, and threw the light gun in his hand towards the back of Tristan's heart.

"...punish me," Tristan continued to chant, "and, my friend, I'm sorry."

Hit.

His lasgun shattered the useless armor and penetrated Tristan's skin easier than he believed.

Tristan looked pitiful:

"You know, there was a great Savior who died, and the angels used to say that He was destined to return to earth, but not now.

"Part of his essence is reflected behind the scenes.

"I am the red knight who converted to the dead Almighty. Pain and injury will only make me stronger. I will give you a chance to believe in my master."

Tristan turned around, opened the light gun neatly, and then plunged the spear in his hand into the heart of his friend, with a look of compassion on his face:

"Look, this is the great Red Knight, follow him, join us, and you will live forever behind the scenes."

The Knights of the Round Table said calmly:

"Long live King Arthur."

Seeing the knight's eyes lose their luster, Tristan threw his body to the ground:
Chapter completed!