Synopsis: Problem Gods from Arcadia

Rome.

Suburbs of the city.

A beautiful white girl approached.

It was a white woman about twelve or thirteen years old.

Curly golden hair and a beautiful face.

It looks like a rare puppet master, betting on the exquisite puppets created by his career.

She was wearing a black dress like a mourning dress, which was obviously an inconvenient dress, but she rushed to the suburbs very quickly.

Then, she stopped on a piece of grass that was clearly overwhelmed.

Behind the girl, an illusory figure appeared in a cloak.

"Stop, Gnivia, this is it."

"Okay, uncle. 35

Gnivia stopped, or looked around curiously:

"Uncle, did you sense something?"

The figure who was called uncle by Gnivia was a woman.

She was draped in a cloak that covered her figure, with honey-colored hair faintly visible along the edge of the cloak.

From the point of view of the dress, it can be vaguely seen that she is a woman with a better figure.

She is the god of war in ancient times, the prototype of Lancelot in the epic legend, and the rare goddess of steel.

But now she is just a shadow that remains in the world and protects Gnivia.

Although it can exert its power for a short time, it is not the body after all, and it is not a god of disobedience.

At this time, Lance 290 Lot's shadow of God wandered around for a while, and finally returned to the lawn in front of Greenway.

"Gnivia, I can feel a very strange power, well, I can't describe that feeling.

Hearing this, a pity expression appeared on Genivia's face:

"Isn't it the mark of my lord?"

Gnivia is the ancestor who served the Last King.

She, who has the same name as Guinevere, is actually the wife of King Arthur in myth and legend.

However, the real she is one of the ancient Mother Earth, the White Goddess who did not even have a name left.

She served the Last King, and swore an eternal life to follow the savior who destroyed the Demon King.

However, hundreds of years ago, the last king was hit hard in the last cleansing of the earth, and he forgot a lot of memory.

This also resulted in Gunivia having to embark on a long journey in pursuit of the trail of the Last King.

Gnivia looked at the lawn and murmured confusedly:

"My lord, where exactly are you sleeping..."

"Gnivia, we're in trouble."

Lancelot, who was investigating the situation, let out a distressed voice.

"What's wrong? Uncle?" Genievea asked with some doubts.

"See the grass down there? 35

Lancelot's phantom pointed at the pile of crooked grass, which could vaguely be seen as a humanoid, as if someone had been lying there.

And on the side, it's like a trace left by footprints.

"Is the lawn weird?" Gunivia asked in confusion.

She couldn't understand why the lawn alone gave Lancelot the idea of ​​trouble.

My uncle is the strongest god of steel, apart from the last king.

Lancelot explained at this time:

"I can feel Gascoigne's power fluctuations, remember him? The godslayer known as the Black Prince."

Gunivia's expression changed, becoming somewhat hateful and somewhat gnashing:

"The man who deliberately damaged the Holy Grail? How could I forget that man's ugly face.

About 10 years ago, Genivia used the Holy Grail to try to lead out the plan of the place where the Last King slept, but was successfully destroyed by the Black Prince.

This disaster caused Gunivia to destroy part of the most important Holy Grail, and lost most of her power.

In the face of the culprit, the Black Prince, how could Gunivia not grit her teeth.

"It's that man." Lancelot stepped on the lawn in a positive tone and said, "He is here, defeated.

Gnivia looked at the lawn, and suddenly felt that the grass was unexpectedly much pleasing to the eye:

"Oh? Will that sly man also lose one day? 35

If possible, Gnivia would like to leave a sign on the grass that says Alexander Gascoigne's Fall.

However, considering that the other party has a high probability of not dying, Genivia can only give up regretfully.

"Yeah, and a complete fiasco."

Lancelot stood on the grass and said with emotion:

"The attack should come from above, it's an unusually fast kick, the number is 1,000, not 10,000, um, I can only judge (cbda) so many, tens of thousands of kicks in an instant, directly inflicting heavy damage on the black prince .

Speaking of this, Lancelot said with admiration:

"The enemy is someone who is better at speed than the Black Prince, but his strength seems to be much smaller, and it seems that he can keep his hands."

"It's impossible, uncle, that sly man is best at speed..."

Gunivia said this, suddenly paused, and asked cautiously:

"Uncle, who do you think the Black Prince's opponent is?

"Hmm? It has the aura of a god of disobedience. It seems to be a god-killer, but I always feel that something is wrong."

Lancelot thought for a moment, and said in a doubtful tone.

At this time, Genivia asked carefully: "Uncle, do you think it will be my lord?"

"Oh? Intuition tells me that it's not him, but from the scene, it seems that he is the only one who defeated a demon king in an instant. This is a very contradictory thing."

Lancelot sighed slightly, then shook his head and said:

"I advise caution, as I have an ominous premonition that Gascoigne's enemies may have ill will towards us.

"Is it true or not?"

Genivia said in a complicated mood:

"Uncle, can't you give it a try?""

"No, that's too dangerous.

Lancelot said in a serious tone:

"Let's not talk about the strength of the opponent, just surpassing Gascoigne's speed, I can't guarantee to protect you from the opponent's hands."

"I see, Uncle. 35

Gunivia seemed to finally give up the idea of ​​contacting the other party, and sighed:

"Let's leave Europe and go to the East to find it again?"

66." Lancelot was silent for a moment, then said; "My hunch has always been accurate, Gnivia. 99

When Gunivia heard it, she was shocked: "Uncle, do you mean that we have been targeted?"

"It's possible," Lancelot said hesitantly.

She thought about it for a while, then she no longer struggled, and said directly:

"I am ready to become a disobedient, Genivia, my current strength is no longer able to protect you.

"Uncle? Wouldn't this be too risky?" Gunivia said in astonishment.

The myth of Lancelot has been twisted.

When modern people talk about Lancelot, they will think of the virtuous knight who seduced the sovereign's wife.

Instead of a goddess of steel who advocates fighting and is in charge of martial arts.

If Lancelot doesn't follow you and die in battle, the next time she appears, she will be tampered with even her existence and become the real 'Lancelot'

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"I've made up my mind, Gnivia.

The ancient goddess let out an expectant laugh:

"I can feel that the other party is a powerful warrior, and there is nothing more pleasant than fighting against the strong.

"Uncle..." Genivia shouted worriedly, and finally gritted her teeth and said solemnly: "In that case, come and let me help you.

"Thank you so much!" The honey-haired goddess raised the corners of her mouth.

The residence of the Duke of Godeting.

At the kind invitation of the white princess Alice, Su Jin came here and went straight to the princess' bedroom.

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