The situation with Hassan the Cursed Wrist is actually... pretty good.
Except for the broken chin and the mask that was almost blown off...
"Wait a minute, wait a minute... ok!" Da Vinci was helping Hassan's chin to reset after a couple of fumbles, and then suddenly gave Hassan's chin another lift.
"Ouch——"
I don't know how Hassan's skinny body could jump so high from the ground... and this scream of anger was not something that such a withered person could utter.
"Mr. Hassan, are you okay?" Mashu stood tremblingly beside him, with a look of complete apology on his face.
"No, it's okay..." Although the blow from Da Vinci hurt, Hassan's jaw finally returned to its original position and he was able to speak.
"Haha, you lost, Cursed Wrist." Arash was not seriously injured. He smiled heartily, scratched his head and said to Hassan Cursed Wrist.
"Hmm..." He straightened his mask, and several people around him could feel that Hassan the Cursed Wrist was a little depressed.
"Losing was a bit... too easy."
he muttered.
"Haha, relax, Brother Cursed Wrist." Liao Ye walked over with a smile and patted Hassan Cursed Wrist on the shoulder, "One of you, one with us, one with us..."
Liao Ye paused and thought for two seconds and couldn't remember what Ma Xiu's job description was, so he raised his head and looked at Ma Xiu for help.
"What else is there?"
", Shield Soldier." Matthew reminded thoughtfully.
"Oh, yes, if the shield soldier fights head-on, defeat is certain." Liao Ye's eyes moved from Mashu to Hassan the Cursed Wrist, seemingly comforting him.
It's just a way to comfort people...
"I don't take it to heart. The fact that you can defeat us shows your strength. That's all. I'm not sad about anything." Hassan Cursed Wrist stood up and patted Liao Ye on the shoulder, " Brother Liao Ye, your strength is indeed good, and..."
His gaze hidden under the skull mask glanced at the other Knights of the Round Table, and his meaning was self-evident.
How powerful are the Knights of the Round Table?
How does it compare to Liao Ye?
Although he cannot be said to be stronger than Liao Ye, at least he will definitely not be weaker than Liao Ye.
Because...the facts have proven all this.
"Hasan the vibrator died at the hands of Gawain, Hassan the shadow-skinner died at the hands of Lancelot, and Hassan the drunken one...according to the information obtained before, he died at the hands of Cui. The Hassan from Stan should be the drunken Hassan." Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, walked in front of everyone, with his back to everyone, and his tone was heavy.
"We are all Hassan Sabah, and when we succeed as kings of the mountain, this is the only name we have left."
"Although we are not a whole like you Knights of the Round Table, we are still people guided by belief, responsibility, and faith to walk on the same path, even if the time when we embark on this path may not be the same. What a difference."
Everyone looked at the back of Hassan the Cursed Wrist, looking at the stooped and dark back, and listened in silence.
"This era... is the era in which I just died. In other words, I was summoned to the era in which I live."
"I feel sad and angry about what is happening here."
"Everyone's remnant souls are wandering in the wasteland, and I can hear their cries clearly even in this mountain."
He turned around and looked at Artoria and the Knights of the Round Table behind Artoria, including Matthew.
"I will form an alliance with you, or... I will not give up your power."
"This is an indispensable force that can completely eradicate what I deeply hate from this land that I love." Hassan the Cursed Wrist looked away from the Knights of the Round Table.
Putting it on Fujimaru Ritsuka, "If this kind of power and opportunity are given up, I believe that the first generation will definitely accept my head and the identity of the mountain master."
"so......"
"Whether it's Chaldea..." Hassan the Cursed Wrist lowered his head, his voice trembling, "or the Knights of the Round Table who betrayed the Lion King, I will use your power to defeat us and others. The Lion King who invades the Holy Land and slaughters the people of the Holy Land."
Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, we will definitely succeed."
"This is our purpose. If we have the same mind, we will be like-minded partners." Mashu pursed his lips and nodded to Hassan the Cursed Wrist.
Hassan, the cursed wrist, looked at the people who had made promises to him. The face under the skull mask seemed to twitch twice, and then his head turned to one side.
"Hmph... I'm just here to use your power." Only he could hear his voice.
...
"Since we are united, we must know each other thoroughly." Bedivere, who is probably the most talkative person, serves as the representative of Chaldea and the Knights of the Round Table. "Our combat effectiveness is as you can see. , Hassan, cursed arm, can you explain to us how much combat power you have left?"
This is a secret room, and there are only two people, Bedivere and Hassan Cursed Wrist, for the time being.
Hassan the Cursed Wrist let out a long sigh.
"Hassan... suffered heavy casualties."
Bedivere bit her lip, not knowing how to answer.
"In addition to Shadow Strip, Shock Tube, and Yan Zui, several Hassan were killed by the Knights of the Round Table... Bedivere, don't get me wrong, I didn't accuse you and the others. I mean." Halfway through, Hassan felt that his words might be a little offensive, so he waved his hand to Bedivere.
"Although I say this, it is not an accusation, but the fact alone has caused us enough pain." Bedivere shook his head and looked at the candlelight on the table with a dull voice, "The noble colleagues in the past have now become It turned into this dirty look..."
"We all have each other's pain points. Now that we are discussing for the purpose of forming an alliance, there is no need to talk about these things."
"As far as I know, there are probably two to three Hassan who have survived. Don't worry, they are all stronger than me, and there are other servants who have been summoned independently in this land. We are here in Lion It’s not like we didn’t do anything during the time when the king came.” Hassan the Cursor explained, “In addition to escorting the surviving refugees back to the mountains, our main task is to find singles who may be able to become friendly combat forces. Servant."
"So, how many are there?" Bedivere's eyes lit up slightly.
"I don't know yet. Before you, I only found His Highness Arash here." Curse Wand was also having a hard time, so he could only say, "Next, let's try to contact the other surviving Hassan... ..."
