Chapter 1100 The Last Holy Spear?

A blue light fell from the sky, revealing the face of the most beautiful goblin in Britain.

"The elf Lancelot, the strongest elf knight, really appeared!"

Muramasa clenched the knife in his hand, as if he was facing an enemy.

Beside him, there are Sage Grimm and Percival, the Human Domain Boundary, waiting in full force.

They entered the city as the second echelon, but as expected, they bumped into Yaolan who fell from the sky.

"Seeing how you've been looking for me, I showed up generously."

Yaolan raised her smiling face, revealing a blunt and proud look.

"However, I'm actually not interested in you guys. After all, both Grimm and Muramasa look weak, so they won't be able to withstand my chops, right?"

"To be underestimated to such an extent really embarrasses the old man."

Muramasa chuckled nonchalantly.

"Then what is your purpose here, Fairy Lancelot?"

Grimm didn't care about Yaolan's evaluation at all, but instead asked her with a clear goal.

Having said that, but judging from his meaningful eyes, the reason has probably been guessed.

"I have something to ask you, Percival."

Yaolan looked at Parcival, with a little sadness in her eyes.

"But looking at you, it seems that I don't need to ask more."

Parcival didn't say a word, just watched Yaolan silently.

His gray and white broken hair was deprived of its original color and brilliance at some point, and more than half of it was black.

The taste of vicissitudes is stronger than ever before.

"Did it really be at Oxford, when you fought Woodworth?"

"That's right, I respect you like my elder sister."

Parcival sighed.

"Woodworth... Father is indeed strong enough. Even if his magic power is exhausted, I didn't succeed in killing him until I released the chosen gun."

How stupid.

Yaolan really wanted to say this, but she knew in her heart that this was the inevitable end.

As a guardian, she absolutely disapproved of Percival's use of the chosen gun.

But from another point of view, this is equivalent to the growth of his younger brother Percival. With his own will, he swung the gun, and he is no longer the one who needs her strict teaching and doesn't understand anything. brother.

"However, in this way, you have swung the Holy Spear twice..."

"That's right."

Parcival nodded again.

Immediately afterwards, his expression suddenly became brave.

"Also, it seems that the time to use the third holy spear is just around the corner! I will defeat the queen no matter what, so, like you who my elder sister taught me many martial arts, I want to wave this last holy spear to you gun!"

The last holy gun.

Neither Grimm nor Muramasa spoke.

They anticipated this situation from the beginning.

Because of an accident 2,400 years ago, the selected spear that consumes mana became a drain on life force, and every time the holy spear is released, it will consume ten years of the holder's lifespan!

Parcival is only 16 years old this year, but because he swung the Holy Lance twice, his body has now become 36 years old!

But don't forget, the humans in this Lost Belt generally only live to be 30 years old!

Percival was able to break through this limit, so it can only be said that he is worthy of the boundary of the human domain. Woodworth, who picked him out of the human pasture, had a precise vision.

Just as there are long-lived old people who can live to be over 100 years old among the human beings in the pan-human history, Percival is special in himself.

But he will never pass the life span of 40 years old!

That is.

The next time he uses the holy gun must be his limit!

"Is that your ideal? Is it really necessary to risk your life for it?"

Yaolan couldn't understand, she couldn't help asking Parcival.

"No, that's not my ideal."

When Parcival heard the words, he showed a self-deprecating smile instead.

"I have always maintained the Round Table Army for my own purpose. It has never been my purpose to defeat the queen..."

"In that case, why?"

"Because I betrayed everyone's expectations."

Parcival said frankly: "I am obviously not for the great goal of the coexistence of humans and goblins, but for my own selfishness, I have used everyone in the Round Table Army for so long, used the name of the son of prophecy, used everyone's Trust and look forward to it!"

"Everyone must have noticed it a long time ago, but everyone has never said it, as if it didn't happen. I can't forgive myself who knows everyone's tolerance and remains indifferent. Therefore, this time, and the only time, I must We must truly meet everyone's expectations!"

He didn't gather the round table army for the lofty goal of coexistence.

From the beginning, he decided to do these things because of his own selfishness.

And his selfishness.

It was Lancelot, the elf knight who liberated her elder sister.

Six years ago, the scene of Yaolan crying in the rainstorm outside the cathedral was caught by Percival who had just obtained the chosen gun and couldn't wait to share it with her.

The young Parcival believed that the queen's bondage caused his beloved to cry, so he was full of thoughts of liberating his beloved from the queen.

Participating in the Robin Contest and winning the championship, for him, is just a way to get close to the queen.

It's just that the goal was not achieved at that time, the queen's power was beyond his imagination.

So he rejected the queen's solicitation and left Camelot.

Until by chance, he met Oberon and was persuaded by him to form the Round Table Army under the name of the Son of Prophecy.

Because of the same interests, he agreed to his proposal.

Although he has always used the name of coexistence to the outside world, even to Artoria himself, he said so, but in fact, he has been guilty of deceiving everyone and failing everyone's expectations.

Knowing that the Fairy of Paradise has fairy eyes, he felt even more ashamed.

Especially when he knew that Yaolan's bondage was not from the queen, but from someone other than the queen, he felt even more ashamed.

This guilt made him unable to continue as if nothing had happened, and he had to find a way to redeem himself no matter what!

And the best method of atonement lies in this decisive battle.

"I'm going to beat you here!"

Parcival raised the Holy Spear.

His demeanor was so resolute that there was no room for negotiation.

Anyway, it's already a decisive battle, so give everything at this moment!

"Shua!"

I saw a blue light flying out of nowhere.

Without saying a word, Yaolan left the royal city and went to the far side of the sky, never to return.

"Wow, is there such a way to win?"

When the villager saw this, he was immediately amazed.

"It proves that this kid has a sister who loves him."

Grimm put one hand on his hip and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even Parcival was stunned, not knowing how to react for a while.