MTL - I, Xingyue, a Manga Artist!-v2 Chapter 1247 die

"Well--"

Bedivere clutched his right arm, feeling severe pain coming from above: "This is..."

"Mr. Bedivere—are you alright!?" Fujimaru Tateka looked at the Knights of the Round Table vigilantly and said, but he still didn't have the idea of ​​using Zanpakuto to fight. He believed in his Servant!

"Yes...tolerable, but the point is not this...."

The brilliance of the holy sword is being absorbed, by the black sun in the sky!

His right arm is the holy sword Excalibur.

Finally arrived in front of King Arthur, as long as he handed the holy sword in his hand to King Arthur, his task can be completed, but why? It happened at this time that such a thing happened.

Or-

Is this kind of thing also included in the calculation of that DIO! ?

The severe pain seemed to make him faint.

The scenery in front of him was blurred, but—it didn't matter, he was already used to this level, he had been living with more severe pain than this for thousands of years, just for this moment!

"Delusion Heart Sound—"

"What are you doing—! Could it be that!?" At the moment when everyone was attracted by the black sun in the sky, Bedivere, who had been vigilant against Hassan, didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend. The pain was momentarily distracted.

Then-

Fingers rested on his chest.

Hassan, the curse arm, activated the treasure directly.

He has already been controlled by DIO, and because of his special status, his mission is to kill Merlin, the clairvoyant sent over!

Although I don't know what Merlin sent people to plan to do, but in short, there is nothing good, just kill it and it's over.

However, Bedivere was too vigilant.

Even if the curse wrist barely got close to him, he was always on guard until just now—!

brush-

Holding Bedivere's heart in his hands, Hassan backed away abruptly, dodging Iskandar's sword with a low smile on his lips: "Ho **** ho... it's over. No matter what mission you have Everything that came over has been—"

What's wrong?

what happened?

Cursed Arm Hassan felt a chill coming from behind him.

But here...

"Get out of the way!"

Tristan yelled, but couldn't get away...

The fate of death has found him.

"madness."

The voice that appeared behind him was the kind that even Hassan, who had been changed by DIO's double ability to change his consciousness and changed his pursuit, would immediately feel trembling all over.

It was the first time he heard this voice, but... just the fact of 'hearing' already made him feel death appearing in front of his eyes.

"Is this the only level at the end after the transfer of the devil's wrist?"

"The first... the first... the first generation of adults..."

If he could make a normal human expression, Hassan, the current curse arm, must have his mouth wide open, his eyes wide open, trembling and motionless.

"What's in your hand?"

"This... this is."

"Stupid, hand over your head."

Chi--!

No one saw him swing his sword.

There was no one, and when he came back to his senses, all he saw was the fact that Hassan, the curse arm, had died.

The head and body were perfectly separated, and after that there was an existence darker than the black sun in the sky.

It can be described as 'the embodiment of death'.

"You have fallen into the abyss, Cursed Wrist... No, the other Hassans are too. In the end, you are so useless that you can't do anything except hand over your head."

Eyes flickering with blue flames looked at Fujimaru Tachika: "Don't panic, don't worry, my sharp blade will appear here when the evening bell rings."

As he spoke, he turned into a deep mist and disappeared into this equally dark world.

"King...my king..."

Bedivere, who lacked a big hole in his heart, did not die immediately, or he was already a dead person, even if he lost his heart and brain, he would always be alive.

Relying on his right arm and the power of that holy sword, he has been able to live until now, but finally... to the end.

Bedivere looked at Artoria who was sitting motionless on the horse and stretched out his left hand, and his right arm fell off. Because of the dark sun in the sky, the sword of vowed victory had already revealed its true nature. appearance.

The scene in front of me blurred.

The holy sword has left his body.

dying.

However, he had to see it, to see how the King of Knights really woke up before he died.

ah…

Shaking, is the world shaking?

In his eyes, the King of Knights was trembling slightly, opened his mouth, and Bedivere said his last request: "Fujimaru... please, pass this sword to my king."

"Yes... it can be done." Fujimaru Tateka picked up the sword of the vowed victory, looked at the holy sword that radiated light and illuminated the darkness of the world, and then looked doubtfully at Artoria.

she…

Where has been trembling slightly since the beginning, without saying a word, what's wrong?

…

Arturia could see the top of her head.

Sitting under the tree, there seemed to be a barrier above her head, and there were two other Artorias over there.

The two Arturias were fighting non-stop with holy spears in their hands. One is the goddess Artoria, and the other is the Artoria controlled by DIO's ability.

It was a battle for ownership of this body.

However, these are things that she and King Arthur cannot interfere with. She is trapped in a deeper place in her heart and cannot get out of it.

And I can't move.

holy sword.

She needs the holy sword.

She has been here all the time, so she can clearly know what happened in her inner world.

In the beginning, the goddess-like self who controlled the body was gradually polluted, and another personality took over the body.

After…

A sword appeared.

The sword representing death separates the goddess Arturia from the polluted Artoria, thus forming the current battle for the body.

The radiance of the holy sword is being absorbed by the black sun. It can be said that its power is getting weaker every moment, and so is the ability to naturally awaken King Arthur.

then…

At this time, the help of a third party is needed.

The crowned Assassin, the first generation of Hassan, swung a sword at Artoria before leaving!