Demon Hunter and His Hut

As the sun disappeared and night fell, the light on Gawain's body became dim, and the breath also deteriorated at a very fast speed.

"As a shining knight, the sun is your strongest backing, but also your most fatal weakness."

"Your strength will rise and fall with the rise and fall of the sun, Gawain, you are destined to only walk in the sun."

There was an inexplicable emotion in Lancelot's eyes, and his pride made him feel disgusted with such a practice, but it was a deep desire in his heart.

In other words, the forward-looking for a certain situation made him make similar preparations a long time ago.

Lancelot knew that sooner or later there would be a battle between him and Gawain.

In fact, the moment he made preparations, he had already admitted in his heart that he was not Gawain's opponent when he was at his peak.

And that was the hardest thing for him to accept.

"Ha ha."

Even if the breath on his body weakened, Gawain still maintained his calmness before, and he sneered.

"You are always like this, pretending to be arrogant and hypocritical."

"If you want me to die, do it yourself, how can there be so much nonsense!"

At this time, the sun in the sky completely disappeared, and the shield and long sword in Gawain's hands gradually disintegrated due to the loss of the source of power, turning into mottled light spots and disappearing into the air.

Lancelot let out a dragon-like cry, he let out a breath, and the frost spread forward along the weapon in his hand.

The cracks on the great sword were repaired, and he stepped out a distance of more than ten meters in one step, and the weapon in his hand slashed into the air.

"Goodbye Gawain!"

"I will always remember this battle with you!"

hum!

The air was cut open like a wave, and Lancelot's weapon fell on Gawain's head.

But at this moment, Gawain, whose breath had decayed to the extreme, suddenly raised his head.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile, which was very gentle and peaceful on weekdays, seemed a little hideous to Lancelot at this time.

Even more bizarre,

The white light that enveloped Gawain disappeared, the dark pupils spread to the entire eyeball, and the eyes became as deep as the night.

It's brutal elegance.

How could Lancelot think of such a thing happening? He almost used all his strength in this attack. In panic, he could only watch Gawain's body strangely retreat. s attack!

Bang!

The great sword slashed to the ground, and the ground cracked. Gawain stepped forward and stepped on the great sword in Lancelot's hand. He approached Lancelot like a ghost.

"My power does change as the sun rises and sets..."

An indifferent voice crept into his mind.

"But who told you that when the sun disappears, I will become weaker?"

"I don't want to walk in the dark, not because I'm the weakest in the night."

puff!

Lancelot felt something sharp pierce his chest, and he was too careless.

In a short while, he saw a terrifying change in Gawain's body. The dazzling Prince Charming disappeared, replaced by a demon like the night!

Severe pain came, and the body flew backwards.

"It's because....I am so ugly in the state of darkness!"

Gawain showed his white teeth.

"You...you're not Gawain!" Lancelot spurted blood.

"I wasn't a long time ago, or rather, a part of me was."

Gawain shook his head, "To be honest, I have no interest in the so-called position of the head of the regiment."

He looked at Lancelot with pity.

"First Knight?"

"Without freedom, you are nothing."

"You... you actually replaced Gawain's body, and someone can actually occupy the body of a heritage knight?"

This is too complicated, and it is much more troublesome than simply performing a soul transfer. Lancelot can't even imagine how the guy in front of him did it.

That requires a long preparation, and a perfect timing.

He looked at Gawain in horror, if his deduction was correct, the guy who replaced Gawain's body would be extremely powerful!

In an instant, he seemed to have figured out a lot of things.

But just when Gawain was about to kill Lancelot who was seriously injured, Geraint suddenly let out a painful scream.

He knelt on the ground covering his chest.

At the same time, Lancelot's injuries also recovered at a very fast speed, but in a short while, he stood up again, and the breath on his body seemed to have returned to its peak.

Sure enough, every powerful inheritance knight was unwilling to be controlled by others. Lancelot also had his own plans, and he also made corresponding attempts, but obviously he had not yet escaped his imprisonment.

"You are far from the real Shining Knight."

Gawain shook his head, and he obviously saw the change in Lancelot.

"How much are you willing to pay for freedom?"

"Dignity, life, even self?"

Lancelot's eyes flashed, he seemed to understand something.

What happened to this guy in front of him was anything but simple.

Gawain put a strange mark on his hands, and the surrounding space fluctuated violently. Lancelot watched all this, but did not step forward to stop it.

At this time, he seems to have recovered as before, but in fact, he is only a strong external force and a hard worker. If he continues to fight, the best result will only be a lose-lose situation.

Now that Gawain has been eroded and is no longer the inheritance knight, it seems that his purpose has been achieved in disguise...

Lancelot did not take that step until the channel was formed.

At this moment, a strong dark force exploded in the distance. This force was so strong that it even pierced the third-order ceiling.

The power fluctuations in it have been piled up to another level with the number.

"This fog..."

A hint of surprise flashed in Gawain's eyes. The experience just now made him think that the so-called mist was just a bluff, but now it seems that the mist is much stronger than he imagined.

Gawain's body stepped into the aisle and glanced at Lancelot one last time.

"Go and see, your knights may be all dead!"

As soon as the voice fell, the body disappeared in place.

Seeing Gawain leave, Lancelot no longer hesitated. He leaped and rushed towards the direction of the explosion at an extremely fast speed.

The ground is littered with fallen trees and potholes all over the ground.

Before taking a few steps, Lancelot saw Lan Maloc's mount, the rock bear was torn apart, and the corpses were scattered everywhere.

Under one of the pieces of meat, he saw the scarred Ran Malok.

Lan Malok's right hand twisted into a weird shape, his eyes were closed, he fell into a coma, and there was a groan not far from here.

Lancelot walked forward, Bos's body was like metal, but at this time, the surface of the metal body was covered with fine cracks, and dark energy drilled in and out of the fine cracks, eating away at Bos's vitality.

"Too strong, that guy is too strong!"

Bowes said intermittently.

Lancelot's heart sank, "What about Percival and the others?"

"It was killed, and the core of the inheritance was also destroyed!"

Bowes raised his head with difficulty and looked at Lancelot, "Where's Gao... Gawain?"

Lancelot's face was frosty, and he didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

…………

Shadow Hut.

Roger threw away the cursed sword in his hand, the wound on his body cracked, and the ground in front of him was red with blood.

He couldn't help laughing bitterly, "It is said that the weapon is the lover of the witcher, but such a lover, it's really terrible to accompany him a few times!"

Regarding this transaction, he had imagined many endings, but none of them had the immediate excitement.

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