The Holy Right of a Comic

"My evening bell will finally be rung by God, and the only true ruler, Allah, may reveal to me the apocalypse, and tell us the people of the mountains what they should do in the future."

The candle was flickering, and the old man in the mountain standing in the dark area was seeking enlightenment with his deep, hoarse and respectful voice.

This is why the Abrahamic theology is called the Apocalypse Sect, because all the prophets and righteous people of the three major sects acted because of the apocalypse and fulfilled their missions because of the apocalypse.

"The future of the people of the mountain is not here, but in the history of mankind where God exists."

"...O old man of the mountain, don't pay too much attention to this strange news, otherwise your unauthorized idea may only bring an unfortunate ending to the people of the mountain."

"All sins have already been condemned. In the final judgment, God should judge, not man."

Roy stared deeply at the tall assassin with a skull mask, and said in an irresistible voice: "...you can continue to live in this temple of death and hone your martial arts for convicting crimes. "

"...The crowned assassin, there is no one in this world who is more worthy of this title than you."

"The bell of death must be rung, but not for someone or something, but for this sinful land without gods."

Roy walked down the high steps slowly and passed the stalwart figure 29 again. From the beginning to the end, the man on the mountain did not move.

He was just standing there leaning on that huge sword, but Roy could see his downcast gaze even with the skull mask on.

The man on the mountain just watched Roy leave the temple built in the name of the angel of death. After Roy's figure was gone, the first-generation Hasa Sabah sighed:

"...Talking about human nature with God is tantamount to talking about a fool's dream!"

The huge stone door of the temple was closed with a bang, the burning candles were extinguished, and the whole temple was completely plunged into darkness, no longer welcoming any visitors.

Roy, who had already walked away, turned his head and glanced at the temple that was once again plunged into darkness. He smiled lightly, and his figure disappeared.

This first-generation assassin has already contacted and comprehended the highest karma that a human body can accumulate. Although it is not as terrifying as the Scathach in the Kingdom of Shadows, it has surpassed all principles.

Even if it is still not the opponent of the complete beast, it is enough to cause damage to the real beast. If you are not careful, even the beast may be decapitated under his bell.

After all, such a person has to limit it, otherwise, the entire anecdote, and the "Apocalypse" formula composed of hundreds of millions of people in the Middle East and Europe, may be flawed due to its destruction.

Of course, Roy was not afraid of such an assassin, and if he really dared to do it, Roy would not be stingy about giving him death.

But for this first-generation assassin, this man with a firm belief in Islam, Roy still likes him very much.

If possible, he didn't want the bell's chime that night to play the prelude to Hassan's own death.

That's why Roy personally came here to stop him for the first time. It was not a warning or threat to Hassan Sabah, but God's mercy and kindness.

Roy gave him the love of God, keeping him away from the troubles of the world in the form of apocalypse.

And if he still ignores it after receiving the apocalypse, then he is an apostate, and in this environment of doomsday judgment, he will inevitably be punished in the end.

Judging from the current situation, this first-generation old man in the mountains is a wise man. He hides in the darkness and no longer cares about ordinary affairs.

"From this point of view, you are also worthy of the name of a prophet!"

This is the appreciation of the Supreme and True God.

...

A troop guarding the civilian population is on its way to Constantinople.

Usually, Lancelot's march is based on speed, which is to prevent the Lion King's spear of judgment.

But now that there is another King Arthur in the army, he can also take these civilians and slowly send them to a safer area.

The Chaldeans accepted Lancelot's invitation and prepared to go to Constantinople to meet King Arthur, although they already had a King Arthur in their team.

On the way to Constantinople, Lancelot also told the Chaldeans about the specific circumstances of this strange news.

"King Arthur who has not returned the holy sword will not die. She is wandering on this land like a walking corpse. I don't know when it started. This King Arthur who should have died has finally regained consciousness."

"...But King Arthur who regained consciousness is no longer King Arthur, but has become the Lion King, and this Lion King got the Holy Grail from somewhere, the real Holy Grail."

"She summoned the Knights of the Round Table with the power of the Holy Grail, and gave God the gospel, and rebuilt the holy city of Camelot in Jerusalem overnight. That is indeed a miracle of the gods."

"...At that time, it happened to be the Eighth Crusade, and the Lion King was supposed to be the fellow of the Crusaders, but she and her Knights of the Round Table completely wiped out the Crusaders."

"Then she declared war on all the nations of Europe and the Middle East in the name of The Lion King."

"...With the power of the holy spear, she wiped out all the human gathering points in this era, and let her knights massacre the people of the mountain."

Although what Lancelot said was calm, just thinking about the despair and terror that hundreds of millions of people died under the holy spear of the Lion King is enough to make people tremble.

Even if it is the Black Death, it is not as cruel and ruthless as the direct killing of the Lion King.

"Kill everyone? Why did the Lion King do this?"

Matthew asked suspiciously.

If you want to occupy the world, you don't have to kill all humans, just destroy all human civilizations.

Seeing Matthew's question, Lancelot subconsciously covered his heart, and smiled wryly, "680...No one knows why the Lion King did this."

"...But she doesn't kill everyone, there are always some lucky ones who will be taken away by the knights of the Lion King."

"According to those knights, these people are truly devout believers and are willing to sacrifice their bodies and souls to the Lord. Only they can welcome the new dawn under the doomsday judgment."

Hearing Lancelot's words, Lixiang and Matthew looked at each other. From the words of doomsday judgment, they had already felt the power of Christianity.

"It was also at that time that my king was inspired by human reason, and quickly gathered an army to fight against the Lion King, becoming the last resistance force in this Eurasian continent."

When Lancelot talked about King Arthur, his expression was complicated.

"Then the current situation is, this rumored belt is King Arthur and King Arthur joining forces to fight King Arthur?"

Even Lixiang couldn't help complaining.

Everyone glanced at the male King Arthur. The king looked serious, and it could be seen that he was very angry at the massacre of the Lion King.

It's just that although Lixiang's words are awkward, her words seem to be correct.

"arrive!"

At this time, Lancelot spoke, and in front of everyone, a great city surrounded by water and as easy to defend as an isolated island, Constantinople, the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, appeared. .

Chapter 273 Shatiao Love Song, The Undead

As the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, Constantinople should have been a very prosperous city.

But when the Chaldeans came here with Lancelot and his troops, what they saw was desolation.

Ruins and broken tiles abound, collapsed houses, dilapidated atmosphere, and the pitted land as if swept by missiles.

Except for the central part of the whole city, the rest of the city looks like a huge ruin.

Many people in flimsy cloth are toiling in the devastated city.

Some of them are typical Europa race, some are Arab race.

But in this former capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, they are no longer separated from each other, just as the only remaining human beings, struggling to survive.

The eyes of these people are full of dead silence, just like puppets one by one, without the desire to live.

But in the deepest part of those ashen eyes, there is also a faint light of hope.

"Before my king came, Constantinople was baptized by the spear of the Lion King's judgment, which caused the demise of the Eastern Roman Empire."

"...After my king came, in order to fight against the Lion King, he chose Constantinople as his temporary capital."

"The city was even more dilapidated half a year ago, and the barely visible look now is the result of everyone's joint efforts over the past six months."

Walking in this decadent city, Lancelot introduced it to everyone in Chaldea.

"But... it's still... a bit too quiet here."

Matthew thought about the sentence before using such an adjective.

"I think it doesn't have the excitement of a big city at all, right?"

Lancelot glanced at Matthew, and then quickly looked away. He smiled bitterly and said, "...almost all the human beings left in this strange news are here."

"...all the civilians live in Constantinople and its surroundings, and accept the protection of our king."

"Without humans from other places, there will be no long-distance trade, and naturally the excitement will be lost."

"...Because of protecting these civilians, my king can't leave this city, and has to fight against the guns of judgment that may appear at any time. This makes us unable to launch a counterattack against the Lion King, so we can only hold on here reluctantly."

Everyone in Chaldea was silent.

If King Arthur abandoned the civilians and only brought the most elite soldiers and his own Knights of the Round Table to attack the Lion King, it would be possible to win.

But in order to protect these people, the king could not leave Constantinople, he could only be beaten passively here, and even the king became just a tool to protect the civilians.

"King Arthur is really great!"

Roman sighed.

King Arthur, the male in Chaldea, was embarrassed for a moment, but he also had relief in his eyes when he saw this city that was lost and decadent, but gradually became more lively.

He also recognized the female body in a different time and space who was also King Arthur with him.

If it were him, he would definitely choose to become a symbolic tool man, here to give up freedom in order to protect the people.

When I came to the palace, I said it was a palace, but in fact there was only one palace left, and the rest were ruins. King Arthur did not let anyone repair the palace of the Eastern Roman Empire.

She sent all her limited manpower to rebuild the city, which also shows King Arthur's diligence and thrift.

"Everyone in the observatory, please wait a moment, I will inform my king right away!"

Standing at the gate of the palace, although the guarding soldiers knew Lancelot, it was impossible for strangers to enter the palace without the king's permission.

Everyone in Chaldea readily agreed and stood at the door waiting for Lancelot.

But just as Lancelot was about to leave, he heard a soft male voice, "... No need, Sir Lancelot! My king already knows about their arrival, so please come in with me."

A handsome man in armor walked out of the palace. He had a gentle smile and looked young. He looked more like a deacon than a knight.

"Lord Bedivere..."

Lancelot and Arthur spoke at the same time, but Arthur's voice was very small, only for the few people around him to hear.

"Mr. Bedivere, you don't have to do this. It's not your fault."

Walking in the corridor to meet King Arthur, Lancelot looked at Bedivere, whose expression was gentle but implied loneliness, and couldn't help but said.

"Thank you for your comfort, Lancelot... But if it weren't for me, if I obeyed the king's order, then this world would not be like this."

Bedivere clenched his fists, biting his lips with his teeth, his face full of pain.

And in Lancelot's simple explanation, everyone in Chaldea also knew that this Bedivere was not the knight of King Arthur who was summoned, but the knight of the Lion King.

In the pan-human history, Bedivere returned to the dying King Arthur twice, but resolutely returned the holy sword to the lake goblin the third time.

And in this strange news, it was Bedivere who still did not return the holy sword for the third time. When he returned to the tree where the king was perched, he found that the king had disappeared.

This is what caused the emergence of strange news.

To some extent, it was indeed the only time in his life that he did not obey the king's order, thus turning King Arthur into the Lion King, which caused the tragedy of the complete massacre of human beings today.

It is reasonable for him to blame himself for this.

Everyone in Chaldea was silent.

They didn't know how to comfort this gentle knight of the round table, because comforting him was also the greatest trampling on those innocent people who died.

King Arthur came in response to the call of humanity, so the knight joined King Arthur's camp and fought against the Lion King, wanting to pay for his sins.

Everyone walked towards the throne in silence. Suddenly, Lixiang and Ayaka suddenly turned their heads and looked behind them.

In that corridor, there seemed to be a petite and beautiful figure floating by like a ghost.

The girl's ghost was filled with a bright smile, and the girl's charming laughter seemed to be heard in her ears.

It's just that the sound and figure came and went quickly, making people wonder if it was an auditory or visual hallucination.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

Ma Xiu's expression tightened, and he quickly stood in front of Li Xiang, looking behind him vigilantly, but there was nothing there.

"It's nothing, Mash... It's just that I suddenly felt a little strange just now."

Li Xiang made a haha, and fooled it.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that there is excitement and excitement on Lixiang's face.

However, Sajo Ayaka, who turned back at the same time as Lixiang (okay Zhao), has completely different emotions from Lixiang.

Her face was pale, and there was faint fear. The memory of the Shinjuku Holy Grail War that took place at the end of the twentieth century in pan-human history echoed in her mind.

The elder sister who used her as a sacrifice, that terrifying and terrifying 'beast', everything emerged from the deepest part of her forgotten memory.