I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Age Guiwen asked: "So what? That way, the empire can survive forever. Without any human body, it will perish!"

"But then, is it us? The body will not die, but the soul and the intellect will die. What is alive is not a person, but a body, like the spirit of Vermore, who is always hovering in the abyss and loses his intellect. You are too cold. What you call eternity is just to create a bigger Vermore abyss and trap us for eternity! I won't let you succeed!" Bedwell said seriously.

"Stupid. To be alive and to exist is better than anything else. That's why I said that heart and intellect are the obstacles that hinder the eternal survival of the empire. This is the case of the last Emperor of Heaven, and this is the case of the Emperor of Heaven. The most hateful. Yes... I didn't even get rid of your heart!"

"Although you said that. But, don't you also have the heart?" Bedwell asked rhetorically.

"What are you talking about—!?"

Bedwell did not respond to the questioning of Ager Regulation.

He closed his eyes.

He forgot about the years 100 million years ago.

I forgot all of them.

What kind of person was that old friend in the original Ager rules?

Can't remember...

No.

It seems to remember a bit.

Ah, the dull gourd that is always dull and sullen all day, and is full of bitterness and hatred all day. However, it is the person who cares most about people and is most sensitive to other people's emotions, like a elder brother.

——Your smile will become the hope of others.

With the words of the Emperor reverberating in his mind, Bedwell smiled.

Your Majesty, I finally understand what you mean!

"What are you laughing at?" Age Zhiwen asked.

"Because, I laugh, because I finally found myself! It's been too long, too long... I've been lost for so long."

Bedwell picked up the nerve catheter of Camelot, the **** of protection of the country.

"Hold on, Bedwell--!"

Age Zhiwen shouted.

"I'm very happy that you finally don't call me by Spers, brother. I am not a holy apostle, I am just a traveler, Bedwell."

Bedwell smiled and inserted all the nerve conduits of the protector of the machine **** Camelot into his body and connected it to the protector of the machine **** Camelot.

In just an instant, the huge energy of Camelot, the protector of the machine god, focused on Bedwell's body, and Bedwell's body suddenly burned.

At that moment, Bedwell controlled Camelot, the protector of the machine god, to stop his body, and the reflective barrier covering the body of the [Plain of Joy] suddenly disappeared.

Adam and Zeus looked at each other, and immediately launched a counterattack.

"Disappear, pseudo-god--!"

Adam and Zeus yelled loudly, and the divine power and light of the thunder converged on the body of Camelot, the **** of machine protection.

The huge guardian **** Camelot crashed down in the light.

——Thank you, Arthur, King Eternal, and King Mordred. It's a pity that I didn't see Eternal King's "I" and Age Guiwenqing. I just hope that they are close friends, not like us, facing each other with swords and swords.

——Also... I'm sorry, Your Majesty Tiandi. I... was late.

Bedwell closed his eyes.

In the light, his rickety and mutilated body dissipated, and the faint particles drifted away with the free wind.

Be free.

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Tirnano.

Taking advantage of the melee between Love Song, Skatie, and Apocalypse, the killing courtyard holding the gun of "Tian Shou" rushed to the black lotus fantasy tree of the Demon King Bozun.

The barrier projected by the phantom of the [Ranking Saint King] that enveloped the fantasy tree didn't even mean to stop her in the slightest. She only rushed into the black lotus fantasy tree of the Demon King Bo Xun when she heard the sound of "Boom".

I saw a flash of light and shadow, and when the killing courtyard opened his eyes again, he had come to a prosperous commercial street under the darkness of night.

This seems to be a festive day.

People on the street, either wearing casual clothes, or wearing traditional bathrobes, walk on the side of the street.

The red lantern, the uncle who fished for the goldfish.

Looking around at the killing courtyard, he couldn't find the person he was looking for. Instead, he was squeezed into the distance by the dense crowd.

She is like a flat boat in the stormy sea, and she can only follow the waves and be swept into the distance.

She was anxious and kept shouting: "Where are you? Where are you?"

No one responded to her.

The killing house was very anxious, and suddenly he had an idea, and shouted: "Where are you, the killing house prays for famine?"

"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"

An immature voice suddenly came from behind, and when she turned around, she saw an immature black-haired girl.

The girl is exactly the same as the Dean of Killing, and it can be said that there is no other difference except a little immature.

Holding a book in her hand, she was looking at the killing courtyard with innocent eyes.

"Excuse me, do I know you?"

Chapter 119 Goodbye, my cowardice. My best friend.

Looking at the girl, who was about fourteen years old, the killing house rushed up and hugged her into his arms.

"That-that-"

Faced with the embrace of the killing house, the girl panicked.

The killing court also knew that it was rude, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I am rude. But please believe that I am not a bad person."

The girl tilted her head, her pale golden eyes stared at the killing courtyard for a while, nodded, and a sweet smile appeared on that tender and sweet face: "Yeah."