I, Morgan, captured hearts

It didn't stop until it came to a place like a bedroom of a female royal family member.

"Go in and see for yourself, Ellen, you stay with them, do you understand?"

The King of France said to the woman dressed as a maid beside him.

"Yes, King."

The maid understands.

After speaking, the King of France turned and left.

Looking at the palace in front of her, Fujimaru Tachika didn't understand what the King of France meant, and asked the maid:

"It's so mysterious, I don't know what's inside?"

"It's the cause of this war, don't the guests know?"

"The cause? How dare I ask you?"

"Yes, my name is Ellen, and I used to be a maid who personally served Her Royal Highness Princess Guinevere."

"Princess Guinevere's?"

"Exactly..."

After listening, Fujimaru Tachika immediately opened the door.

On the bed, a woman who looked exactly like Morgan, or simply "Morgan himself" was sleeping peacefully.

"That's Queen Guinevere?"

Fujimaru Tachika never expected Guinevere to have such a similar appearance to Morgan, and ordered Matthew to immediately go forward and analyze the poison Guinevere had suffered.

However, the final conclusions...

Matthew said regretfully: "Master, although I don't know why Guinevere (Morgan?) has Avalon's scabbard in her body, and I don't even talk about why it is this kind of poison, but this poison is the only one for us..."

"Yeah, there's nothing I can do... No, wait, if Guinevere is just in a coma and hasn't really been dead for too long..."

At this moment, Fujimaru Tateka suddenly thought of a person, that is the son of the legendary Greek sun god Apollo, Ophiuchus who was respected as the "God of Medicine" in Europe in the past, Asclepius!

If it was his medicine for bringing death back to life, wouldn't Guinevere be saved?Although it can't be called a cure, it should be able to revive Guinevere, right?

Thinking of this, just do what you say, but just as Fujimaru Tateka was about to contact the Chaldean headquarters to ask Asclepius to send it for diagnosis, a huge projectile was launched from the sky outside the palace by a catapult. The fireball came with a bang!

"what?"

"It's not good, master, dad... no, the knights of the round table are launching a general attack on Gaul!"

"Damn it, there's no other way, first summon servants on the spot to block it for a while, Mash, and then immediately ask for support from Chaldea Headquarters!"

"Yes!"

Because the king of France refused to negotiate peace and surrendered, the war broke out.

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At this time, outside the city of Gaul, Mordred said triumphantly as he watched the army of himself and others march forward in great strength:

"Very well, let me just say, those guys who don't cry when they don't see the coffin, they dare to beat them up even though they distorted the facts by themselves.

"March, solemn knight, but remember, don't hurt civilians."

"Understood!"×n

Only Lancelot always had a premonition in his heart.

This premonition was the strongest when he came out of the French palace just now, as if something that did not belong to this world, someone or something, had descended.

He still remembered the words Morgan said before leaving.

——"This world will not allow Britain to be successfully continued, so be prepared to fight stronger enemies that you have never imagined before, otherwise, you will die."

And Lancelot's premonition finally came true when the solemn knight army approached the French palace.

"You're not human, who are you?"

Not far in front of him was a female knight holding a battle flag and wearing a silver-white armor with blond braids. Lancelot silently drew out the long sword at his waist, the holy sword Arondette, Mordred and Peel Renoah and the three accompanying Tristan also became vigilant.

"Servant, Joan of Arc, you are here upon summoning."

Summoned by Tatsuka Fujimaru, Joan of Arc looked at Lancelot with fearless, kind and resolute eyes.

"Jeanne? Servant? Could it be that you are the enemies that Morgan said are about to destroy Britain, an enemy we can't even imagine?"

"Then, all right, no matter you are a knight or a clergyman, let your horse come here."

Joan of Arc, the name Lancelot has never heard of, but if you dare to stop him and become an enemy of the king, don't blame him for being ruthless.

"Morgan...Lancelot and Mordred, even Tristan and King Perinoa, the Inspector of the Knights of the Round Table? No matter what, I will never back down."

Joan looked forward, she was not sure that she would be able to get out of this battle, her opponent was simply hopeless, just one knight of the round table was already difficult to deal with, but now there were four of them and a large number of solemn warriors. Positive knight army!

However, for the safety of Master, she will desperately guard this place!

Volume 171 The Round Table of Gods Britain: Chapter 170 [-] The Untouchable Sacred Cup

There was no suspense in the battle. Although it lasted for a long time, Joan of Arc was not an aggressive follower. Facing Lancelot's stormy attack, she was defeated after barely resisting for a long time.

"Click"

With the swiping of the holy sword Arondette, the silver-white armor on Jeanne's body shattered.

"Your will is commendable for being able to persist for so long, but our determination to protect Britain is even better."

Lancelot stared at the blond girl with sharp eyes.

"cough ha"

"I can still... fight..."

Joan gritted her teeth to hold on, but she was powerless to resist after her spiritual core was shattered.

"That's enough. Shooting at a woman is already a violation of my oath. You are no longer able to fight anymore, so go back to heaven with your faith."

After speaking, Lancelot walked straight past Joan of Arc.

Mordred, Perinoa and the others stopped caring about the dying Joan of Arc, and rushed into the palace with the team.

"Army, advance!"

After receiving the order, the solemn knight army surrounded the palace and rushed into the palace with neat steps.

"Sorry, master, I..."

In the end, due to the exhaustion of magic power, Joan gradually turned into spirit sons and disappeared into the air...

At the same time, on the other side, on the way to escape from the palace, Fujimaru Tatsuka seemed to have sensed the disappearance of Joan of Arc, stopped in her tracks, and raised her hand to look at the Command Seal on the back of her right hand.

"What's the matter, master?"

Matthew asked.

"Miss Joan, she..."

As soon as this remark came out, Matthew immediately understood, knowing that Joan of Arc was dead, and comforted her:

"Don't worry about Master, Miss Joan of Arc has completed her task perfectly, we should be happy."

"I know this, Mash. The main reason is... that Miss Joan of Arc only lasted for so long? Isn't the fighting power of the Knights of the Round Table too strong?"

"about this."

At this time, in the air and on the communication video, the figure of Aster suddenly appeared, answering Fujimaru Tachika's doubts.

"Miss Aster? Do you have anything to say?"

"Well, in the battle at the gate of the palace just now, Chaldea conducted all-round monitoring. In this battle, the opponent Joan of Arc encountered was Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table. The remaining three enemies were Mordred, Neither Tristan nor Perinoa, presumed to be the 3th seat of the former Knights of the Round Table and the Commander of the Serious Knights, intervened."

"The battle lasted a total of 47 minutes, which was quite long. I won't talk about the process. The final result was that our side Joan of Arc was defeated and left the field, and the enemy Lancelot suffered some damage, but most of it was physical exhaustion, and the combat effectiveness dropped altogether. About 26%, a quarter, that's about it."

"How come, is it only 26%? You must know that this is still in a state of regional blessing."

Fujimaru Lixiang said in surprise, but she had to believe the facts before her eyes.

"Don't worry Lixiang, Lancelot is known as the strongest knight of the Round Table, even the Sun Knight Gawain can't match him, how can he be defeated so easily?"

"So, you must find the spirit veins as soon as possible to establish a summoning formation, and strive to summon the strongest servants. It is best to retake Gaul, understand?"

"Yes!"

After finishing speaking, Fujimaru Tachika turned his head and looked behind him.

Those who retreated behind them were none other than members of the royal family of France.

It has been a while since they escaped from the palace, the knights of the round table should not catch up again, right?

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"Did you escape?"

At this moment, in the empty palace of France.

Looking at the empty palace, Mordred couldn't help but feel angry for no reason. He felt that he had been placed in a row. He immediately turned around and wanted to lead someone to catch up, but Perinoa stopped him and said:

"No need, it's too late, now report the situation here to His Majesty the King and Queen. A powerful enemy of unknown origin suddenly appeared on the French battlefield. It is preliminarily speculated that it may be the unexpected opponent that His Majesty Morgan mentioned. .”

After finishing speaking, Perinoa couldn't help turning his eyes to the distance, his hometown, his motherland, and the direction of Britain.

He doesn't understand why the world denies their future. He only knows that people's future should be fought for and written by themselves, instead of following the pre-determined script as it is.

That's not the future, it's just marionettes, pantomime on stage.

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Rome.

Knowing that he was invincible, and under the oppression of both the Pope and the Senate, the Roman Emperor Lucius Justinian had to succumb, opened the city gates, and welcomed King Arthur and his knights of the round table in. .

After another day of banquets and welcome parties, Artoria was simply granted the throne. On the second day, under the reception and guidance of the Pope, Artoria came to the cathedral in Rome, and finally saw that girl on the altar. The Holy Grail that is said to be filled with the blood of Jesus Christ.

Regarding the Holy Grail, the Pope explained to Artoria:

"Look, Your Highness King Arthur, this is what you have been pursuing for the past six months, the Holy Grail."

"The Holy Grail."