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Chapter 874

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In the basin, an indescribable silence permeated the air.

Everyone present was looking at Ah Zhouna, waiting for his decision.

Karna was the only one who knew what choice Ah Zhouna would make while staring at him quietly.

It must be …

"I'm sorry."

Ah Zhouna rejected him coldly.

"I've said it before. I can only go to the opposite side of Kanna."

That was Ah Zhouna's only obsession.

Even in the face of the crisis of humanity and the end of the world, he still couldn't get rid of this obsession.

"How can I get rid of it?"

Ah Zhouna asked in a suppressed voice.

"This is the only meaning of my existence now."

With that, Ah Zhouna shifted his gaze and looked at Karna.

Then, like an arrow released from a bow, Ah Zhouna suddenly retreated, leaving behind a whistling gust of wind and an afterimage as he disappeared into the forest in the distance.

Obviously, Ah Zhouna had made his decision. He would not fight alongside Rozen and the others.

The reason was that he already had Karna on his side.

Everyone seemed to have guessed this outcome. They watched Ah Zhouna leave with complicated expressions.

"You … You're not going to chase after him?" Ison asked as if he couldn't understand. "If we let that guy get away, what if he joins the Celtic Alliance? What should we do then?"

That was not impossible.

Previously, Ah Zhouna had joined the Celtic Alliance because Karna had joined the natives. He had become a helper of the Wise Mad King and the Queen.

Now that he realized that it was impossible for him to challenge Kanna alone, or else he would definitely be stopped by Rozen and the others, Zhou retreated without hesitation. He must be planning to join Celtic's side in order to have a final showdown with Kanna in the [Myth War] that would follow.

At least, if Ah Zhouna didn't join the Celtic Alliance, he would definitely not get the chance to fight Karna fairly.

If it had been in the past, no one present would have stopped the fated battle between Khaka and Zhou Na. However, now that Ku Chulin had assassinated Rozen and a full-scale war was about to break out, no one could allow Zhou Na to challenge Khaka, let alone fight Zhou Na alone.

In that case, if Ah Zhou wanted a fair fight with Kanna, he had to join Celtic.

Of course, if a top servant like Ah Zhouna joined the Celtic League, it would be an extremely bad thing.

Logically speaking, everyone should have surrounded and killed Zhou Zhouna on the spot after knowing his choice. This was to prevent Carl from obtaining a powerful Servant and increasing his combat power for no reason.

Ison definitely thought so as well. That was why he couldn't understand why everyone just watched Ah Zhouna leave.

From this aspect, Ison's thoughts were correct.

However …

"Ah Zhou, let me defeat him."

Karna declared expressionlessly. His tone and expression were as tranquil as an ancient well, but it was easy for others to see his unquestionable fighting spirit and will from him.

As mentioned before, just like Zhou Na was obsessed with Khaka, Khaka was also chasing after Zhou Na's figure.

Therefore, if everyone planned to kill Zhou Na, Khaka might not object.

As an existence known as the Hero of Charity, no matter how unfair, unfavorable, and unfair the situation was, Khaka would accept it calmly. Even if he was obsessed with Zhou Na, he wouldn't object when Rozen decided to kill Zhou Na.

However, it was precisely because of this that Rozan Can couldn't give that order.

After all …

"Understanding is mutual. Since others are willing to accommodate me, I'm willing to accommodate others."

Rozen looked at Khaka.

"Ah Zhou, I'll leave it to you, Khaka."

That was all Rozen said.

Hearing that, a faint smile appeared on Khaka's face.

"Thank you, Master."

Khaka bowed his head to Rozen.

It was not hard to imagine how glorious and great it was to make the "Hero of Charity" bow his head in submission.

However, looking at Khaka like this, not only Rozen, but even Matthew's heart was full of pity.

The great hero of India had suffered too much injustice in his life. Even in this Singularity, under the intervention of the mastermind behind the fire, all his companions were killed, and he was the only survivor.

Under such circumstances, Khaka still didn't hesitate to hide in this remote place to protect the remaining natives. From beginning to end, he bore all the difficulties and sorrow silently and persisted until the end.

The so-called Hero of Charity wasn't that easy to be.

Therefore, even if it was only this time, Rozen wanted to fulfill Khaka's wish and let him fight Zhou Na fair and square.

[The Hero of Charity.]

Hero of Heaven's Gift.

The cause and effect between these two heroes could only be solved by themselves, and there was no room for others to intervene.

"Then it's decided."

Rozen looked around at everyone present.

"Now, we will completely set up this basin, and then we will go to the Kitano Kingdom."

At that time, it would be the final battle.

"Mhmm."

Mashu nodded her head heavily.

"Let me see the end."

Scaha also wore a smile.

"Sita …"

Rama looked to the north as if he was looking at his lover there, clenching the Invincible Blade in his hand.

"Zhou Na …"

Khaka also looked to the north, and his eyes were burning with a fiery red color.

As for the Greek side, looking at Rozen and his party in front of them, each of them had their own emotions.

"Maybe they can really defeat Celtic."

Atalanta thought with some hope.

"Now that things have come to this, we can only win this mythical war."

Ison was gnashing his teeth in anger.

"I will be watching you all the time."

Midea muttered to Ison, who was gnashing his teeth in anger, with a tone and expression devoid of any scheming thoughts. Her eyes were filled with a strange brilliance.

"Roar roar roar roar —!"

In the end, Berserker couldn't help but roar to the sky, like the horn before the war, or like the drum that inspired morale, resounded through the sky.

The sky slowly brightened, ushering in the dawn.

However, no one knew whether the road ahead was bright or not.

Everyone only knew one thing.

That was, the road ahead must be bumpy.

Even if the servants of both Hindu mythology and Greek mythology were gathered to form the same camp, with a total of eight servants, it was still unknown whether Rozen could win against Celtic.

What was certain was that the advantage was not formed.

Next, how to win, it was up to the benevolent to see benevolence and the wise to see wisdom.

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