"Boom!"
"Merlin!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
A large hole was blasted in Chaldea's wall. Lion King Black Lancer Alter, wielding her Holy Lance, had blasted Merlin out of Chaldea and was now pursuing him.
Mo Shuying rushed over upon hearing the commotion. He initially thought Merlin wouldn't be at a disadvantage; this Sword Saint of Great Britain was certainly not to be underestimated. However, by the time he arrived, he saw Merlin being utterly suppressed.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
Black Lancer Alter attacked relentlessly, spirals of light continuously shooting from her Holy Lance, leaving Merlin in a sorry state. He barely managed to dodge, and if he couldn't, he would block with a shield of flowers, but with each block, his face grew paler.
"Merlin! My King! Please stop!"
Mo Shuying pushed through the onlookers and jumped out, intending to stop the fight between the two.
But Black Lancer Alter's eyes burned with anger, and she wouldn't listen to Mo Shuying at all. Not only that, her magical energy continued to surge!
"Boom!"
Black spears of light converged in the air, forming a conical Holy Lance! It blasted towards Merlin!
"Oh dear…"
Merlin smiled bitterly. He tried to dodge but his legs gave out, and he staggered.
It's over.
Merlin wore a weary, bitter smile. Fortunately, all his arrangements were complete, so it didn't matter if he left now.
So Merlin closed his eyes, awaiting the attack, but a figure appeared before him. Mo Shuying, with a serious expression, threw a punch!
"*Intentional Blast Punch!*"
"*Boom!*"
The violent force of his punch struck the Holy Lance of light first! Although it wasn't amplified by his hao yi value, Mo Shuying's punch carried the power of Grasp of the Undying and Siphoning Strike!
After his adventures during this time, Siphoning Strike was no longer what it used to be. Purple soul flames bloomed in Mo Shuying's hand as they collided with the Holy Lance of light!
"*Bang!*"
The soundwave of the explosion reverberated, shaking all of Chaldea. A nearby snow mountain experienced an avalanche, with massive amounts of ice and snow collapsing.
"Enough! Please stop, my King!"
Mo Shuying waved his hand, clearing away the smoke from the explosion, shielding Merlin behind him as he faced Black Lancer Alter.
"Move aside, Knight! Let this King execute this scoundrel!"
Black Lancer Alter was clearly still angry. Mo Shuying frowned. Merlin's crime wasn't punishable by death!
"My King, Merlin is also my Servant. If there's an issue, can we please put our weapons down first? Let's talk it over slowly? Don't worry, my King, I'll definitely side with you!"
Mo Shuying spoke. Merlin, behind him, twitched an eye. This blatant favoritism was truly undisguised.
"This King has nothing to say to this fellow. If it weren't for him, this King would have had a happy and peaceful life. If it weren't for him, all those hardships would have nothing to do with this King. Merlin, tell this King, was it your twisted pleasure that caused this King to become a king? Did you leave when this King needed you most because you found this King uninteresting? You are truly terrible!"
Disgust, loathing—her gaze toward Merlin was like looking at a pig.
Merlin smiled bitterly. He really couldn't refute any of these things.
"Cough cough cough… Aren't all these matters related to King Arthur?"
Mo Shuying coughed, saying. This reason was a bit far-fetched, as they were, after all, one and the same.
Black Lancer Alter froze, her aura instantly diminishing. For a moment, she felt that what Mo Shuying said made sense.
"This King… This King is also King Arthur! There's no doubt about that, but…"
Black Lancer Alter, who had just offered an excuse—no, an explanation—looked at Merlin, then put away her Holy Lance.
"However, seeing you in your current state, it's not worth this King's further effort. You should return soon, to that place from which you cannot escape, forever isolated."
With that, Black Lancer Alter turned and walked towards the damaged wall.
Dr. Roman and the others had already arrived. Seeing Black Lancer Alter return, they didn't dare say anything, letting her leave.
Mo Shuying watched Black Lancer Alter depart, then turned to Merlin. Just as he was about to speak, Merlin sat down on the ground, panting heavily, seemingly in a very bad state.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Mo Shuying raised his hand, and Star Infusion fell upon him, but Merlin's condition didn't improve.
"Don't waste your energy, Master. I… I should be withdrawing for a while… cough cough…"
Merlin said with a smile. Mo Shuying looked puzzled. What was this guy up to now?
"What's wrong? Was it from earlier, when you were hit?"
Mo Shuying thought it was due to Black Lancer Alter's attack, but Merlin shook his head and continued.
"It's my own reason… This body, due to other matters, has been severely overdrawn. It's an overdraft of magical and mental energy. But, it's finally done, that matter."
Merlin smiled. He lay back in the snow, sliding his hands and feet to clear it, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Although I haven't been much help to you, this journey has been a happy one for me. Please don't be sad, Master. We will definitely have a chance to meet again. By then… I…"
"I'm not sad."
"..."
The smile on Merlin's face froze, then he gave a wry smile.
"What an indirect Master. I'll just assume you're shy. Before I leave, there's something I need to tell you. Back when the true King departed, she entrusted a knight with the task of returning her Holy Sword to the lake. Unfortunately, that knight couldn't bring himself to do it even after three attempts, which ultimately led to the King's disappearance. The King just now must have been born after that, right?"
Merlin knew Black Lancer Alter's origin; she was the wandering spirit of King Arthur, who had ultimately transformed.
"So, I don't blame this King for attacking me. If it were the true King, she would certainly have treated me with great respect, not like this."
"..."
Mo Shuying didn't speak, but he wondered internally, Where does Merlin get this confidence from?
"Ah, I've strayed from the point. What I wanted to tell you, Master, is that if you ever have the chance to meet that knight who failed to return the sword three times, please help him. I am just a useless magician; there's very little I can do for him. But you, Master, you can definitely do it. Please, let that knight and that King rest in peace."
After Merlin finished speaking, a smile on his face, he began to fade away. Mo Shuying said nothing, watching as Merlin finally vanished. He raised his hand and saw that three Command Seals representing Merlin were gone, their faint red marks would take some time to disappear.
"Merlin, huh?"
Turning his head to look at the ground, at the human-shaped outline Merlin had drawn, Mo Shuying felt a little emotional.
"Merlin, you just left, couldn't you have left something behind? Like a Clairvoyance that could see the present, or something. Ugh, so stingy."
Mo Shuying sighed. If Merlin had heard that just now, he probably would have been so angry he'd come back to life.
After sighing, Mo Shuying looked up at the sky again and said,
"But don't worry, even though you're stingy, I'll still go and help that knight. Knight Bedivere, I will save him, and the King too."
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