Kisah Hero Lancelot 소설 & 이야기

Lancelot softened his voice seeing Erebus being so upset, "So I guess it's hearsay after all. But it's always the most powerful we wizards look for, and that's why we are after the gift of the tree." "Thanks for saying that." Erebus said in a defeated voice. He couldn't be mad at Lancelot, not when he was trying to comfort him. It wasn't even Lancelot's fight anymore. He was dead. It wasn't his responsibility, nor in his benefit if he lied. But Erebus just couldn't accept that his whole life was a lie. "I'll tell you another thing," Lancelot sighed, jumped down from the branch he was sitting on, "I don't know if it's related to this, but maybe you'd be interested."

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In the end, they looked over at Weston and Lancelot, who had not broken through yet. Moments later, Weston had started breaking through, much to his delight as he had achieved the First-grade ultimate god-level. Strangely, he faced the same situation as Alejandro and did not see the scene nor entered the mysterious space. Then… “Urfh!” Blood spouted from Lancelot’s mouth as he opened his eyes and had an unresigned expression. “Sigh, I was so close! I just had to fail!” Lancelot failed at breaking through his fighting prowess and was also badly hurt in the process. He had no other choice but to consume a healing pill and tend to his wounds.

"Lancelot, are you ready to confess?" Lancelot shook all over, knelt on the ground with a plopping sound, and said repeatedly. "Miss, little... this little one doesn't know what crime he has committed. Please miss, what crime have I committed to deserve this?" Carra sneered, "I ask you, where were you on the day of the fire?" Lancelot replied. "This little...this little one slept in the room that day, and only woke up after hearing the noise. So I rushed outside to help with the fire."

"Do you think you won't die? And when you do, I promise I will find you in hell." Lancelot snorted, "Yeah, that won't happen anytime soon." And how wrong he was, because just a month after achieving his ambition, Lancelot was killed in action, and his soul was sent to hell where Gresha was waiting for him.

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

We gather around him and the edges of the spell, forming an arch-shaped wall of bodies--Arthur and Embyr to my right, Devona to my left, standing slightly in front of me, keeping one eye on the spell, and one eye on the door. “This man was once Sir Gareth, a loyal knight and mage of the Round Table,” Devona explains. “When I was blamed for your original deaths, they cursed me and my men into birds and then made me watch as they hunted my soldiers for sport. “The paladin knights of the Round Table faced a much worse fate. Once they discovered that their king and queen were dead, they came to Avalon with spells and swords ready for war. I was unable to intervene, as my sentence had already bee

I closed the link. Minutes later, Lancelot appeared. I already knew from his look that he had heard the conversation. He was happy, and I knew it was from the news of Jared. “We are close to finding them,” he said. “I’m very happy about it,” he said, coming to hug me. I didn’t refuse the hug. “So he called me?” he asked, ironically. Amid problems, the rivalry between the two still remained. I knew that Lancelot would not miss the opportunity to talk about it. “I think he understood that you are part of it,” I said. “I mean, I think he understood that you are part of it but not complicit,” I said, laughing. “Anyway, let’s go?” I said, wanting to rush things. He agreed.

It seemed the story was finally finished and I couldn’t hold back my question anymore. “So who was Lancelot?” I had always liked the King Arthur stories and in most retellings Lancelot had often been my favorite. Richard rolled his eyes at me. “Lancelot wasn’t real. Some try to argue that he was Arthur’s Beta but there is nothing in our records indicating that was true.” “And Merlin?” This time, Richard’s eyes didn’t role but a instead a small smile crept onto his face.

Growls and snarls echoed through the forest as they clashed, neither willing to back down. The rogue leader made a swift and unexpected move, catching Lancelot off guard. Lancelot stumbled, clutching his abdomen in pain. But he quickly recovered, evading the rogue leader's next attack and launching a powerful counter-attack of his own. With a swift flick of his paw, he sent the rogue leader crashing to the ground. Lancelot wasted no time and pounced on him, a look of vengeance in his eyes. He gripped the rogue leader's neck, pulling him to his feet and throwing him against a sturdy tree. The sound of bones snapping filled the air as the rogue's life came to an abrupt end.