Chapter 1019

She, named Tang Xuanzang, also known as Tang Sanzang, once traveled alone from the Great Tang to the Western Heaven to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. She didn't give up through the eighty-one tribulations; she was never afraid of hardship, and enjoyment couldn't stop her pace.

"I have completed the journey to the Western Heaven to seek scriptures; now, I just want to return to my hometown."

"You are already a Heroic Spirit, Xuanzang Sanzang!" Agravain said coldly: "Your behavior before death is meaningless to you. And this world doesn't have your hometown!"

"Hometown is not just the Great Tang in the East, but also refers to the pure land deep in the heart. And I didn't find it here, so, bye-bye everyone! By the way, I'll take my newly accepted disciple with me."

Sanzang said, then directly took her Nine-Ringed Tin Staff, turned around, and strode away from this Holy City that was like a utopia.

And watching Sanzang's back, Mordred directly wanted to draw the brilliant King's Sword to give this woman a righteous backstab, but Gawain on the side stopped her.

"Sneak attacks violate the way of the knight; how did the Chief teach you back then!"

Looking at Gawain on the side, little Mo then helplessly withdrew her weapon.

"Alright, alright, you guys are really something; you've clearly already done so many things that violate your knightly way..."

Hearing Mordred's words, the knights present all lowered their heads.

Twelve seats of the Round Table, except for the missing Bedivere, the remaining eleven were all summoned by the Lion King.

Gawain still remembered that it was dusk when the Lion King told them her decision—a decision that violated the way of the knight—so the eleven Round Table Knights directly split into two factions.

One faction was him, Mordred, Agravain, Lancelot, Tristan, and her sister Gareth. The other five stood on the opposite side under the leadership of Percival.

So, they picked up the butcher's knife.

That's right, the butcher's knife. Percival and the others said it was resistance, but they didn't have much fighting spirit; after all, as Round Table Knights, they still couldn't truly swing their swords at the King. And the result naturally ended with their side winning completely.

"As a knight, obeying the King's order is a duty." Agravain said this.

He was the most firm of all the knights; this surprised no one. Everyone knew clearly that as long as King Arthur gave an order, even if it were to make him commit suicide immediately, he wouldn't have any hesitation.

Even if the King's order was wrong.

"If only the Chief were still here." On the side, Gareth, who hadn't spoken, said this.

In the original timeline, she should have hugged the Lion King and perished together when the Lion King was subjugating the demon. But because everyone had greatly increased their strength through the simulation, they almost didn't spend much effort to end the battle. So Gareth also survived.

Except for Lancelot, who was leading troops outside, it could be said that the remaining five Round Table Knights were gathered here.

And hearing Gareth say this, everyone sighed. And even if Lin Ye were here, he would definitely be on Percival's side.

Everyone had at least that much understanding of Lin Ye.

"Alright, I have things to do, I'm leaving first." Tristan didn't speak again; he took his bow and arrow and left directly.

He had his own mission.

Purging unarmed villagers.

West Village.

"Everyone run! The knights of Camelot are coming!"

With a loud shout, the villagers of West Village immediately ran frantically.

They had moved fast enough, but they didn't expect the Camelot knights' speed to be even faster!

West Village had a total of 200 people, 160 of whom had already evacuated in the afternoon, leaving only 40 old, weak, sick, and disabled people behind.

And at this moment, Tristan, holding a longbow, had already caught up.

"Not good!"

Cursed Arm Hassan looked at Tristan in front of him, and he rushed up without hesitation!

However...

"It's useless; you are not my opponent."

Tristan's hand plucked the bowstring, and streaks of flowing light fell directly on Cursed Arm Hassan!

*Puff, puff, puff! *

Just in one encounter, Cursed Arm Hassan was already covered in wounds.

Even a battle-hardened Hassan had a big gap compared to a top-tier Servant like Tristan. And Tristan had also experienced a great increase in strength through the simulation and had the Lion King's blessing; such a Tristan was very tricky even for a breaking-the-limit Servant to encounter.

"Is this the end... I wanted to take more compatriots to evacuate..."

Looking at the wounded Cursed Arm, Tristan also silently walked in front of him. Although his eyes had been poked out by himself, he could still "see" everything.

"It's... too sad. Old Man of the Mountain, with your skills, you could completely escape this place by yourself, but you chose to stay. Sacrificing yourself to protect people of no value, your choice makes me feel sad."

"They are not of no value! Every life has its meaning!"

"It's really ironic to hear this from a killer with hands full of blood. The people you killed are several times or even dozens of times more than these dozens of people behind you, yet you chose to stay?"

"That's different!" Cursed Arm shouted. "Forget it, since you think my life has value, how about we make a deal?"

Cursed Arm held the dagger against his throat.

"I give my life to you, you let them go. Otherwise, I'll run away immediately. You should know, no one can keep a Hassan in the desert!"

"What a noble person. But unfortunately, the orders I received do not allow me to give up."

"Then change the condition: my right arm and feet. I will cut off my own head, you cannot move these two places, how about that?"

The right arm is needed to pull the string, and the feet are needed for pursuit. In this way, he wouldn't be able to pursue them, right?

Tristan thought for a moment, then nodded silently.

"Good."

"It's a deal!" After Cursed Arm finished speaking, he directly waved the dagger and stabbed toward his throat!

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the dark night!

"If you choose to commit suicide, then not a single person behind you will survive."

"Who is it!" Cursed Arm also stopped his actions. At this moment, he also felt fear!

He was a Hassan, but he hadn't discovered that there had been a person around him all along! What kind of terrifying concealment method is this! Probably only that King Hassan could do this.

However, Cursed Arm didn't notice that Tristan opposite him had turned pale!

Because he had already recognized whose voice this was!

That man!! He really came!