Intruders of the Moon World

"Sure enough, you are not Lancelot... You are not real knights of the round table. Those people I know will not be shaken by such a trick."

After Saber finished speaking coldly, she swung her backhand, and the hilt of the sword stabbed fiercely between the black knight's chest and abdomen, forcing him to retreat a few steps.

"Ahh..."

The shadow of Lancelot hesitated for a moment, but in the end the knight's dignity prevailed, and he retreated obediently, leaving the position to others.

He was replaced by a knight in a strange horned helmet, who had just stepped out...

"This is too much, Miss Wang!"

Saber immediately turned her head away, didn't look at the knight, seemed to completely ignore him (?), only anger towards Morgan remained in her eyes.

"It's fine if you come here as servants. It's an insult to replace them with these rough-made puppets! My knights are not such walking dead who don't even understand tactics!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Morgan said loudly: "Your knights? Do you think that the so-called round table and your followers are pure and innocent people-how do you think I made them?"

"It's easy to create a body, but how did these fighting skills and action patterns come about? Aren't you curious?"

"Let me tell you bluntly. Although these familiars are just imitated puppets, they are 'real goods' inside."

"That's right," Morgan laughed viciously, "I have been observing and bewitching the knights for a long time, their goodness, evilness, bravery, cowardice, selflessness, jealousy...everything is lost. into my eyes. And I quietly collected their 'thoughts', of course...selectively."

"Every shadow of a knight here represents the ugliness and evil of a knight!

Tristan's helpless choice and tragic love;

Lancelot's desire and the guilt stemming from unrequited love;

The inner entanglement and pain of Aggewen;

Gawain's too ardent adoration and maintenance;

Bedivere's weakness and self-blame;

Mordred's longing for you and his subsequent hatred!

This is something they want to hide from you no matter what, and they don't want you to see it!

This kind of negative emotion is even strong enough to form an independent personality, so that I found an opportunity to use it to deal with you now!

How about it, after knowing it, do you still think your Knights of the Round Table are 'excellent'?Hahaha......"

"Not only that, the shadows of the round table are far more painful than these! What you see is only part of it, and the people who did not appear here, Kai, Galahad... everyone has Can't see the human side!"

Saber was silent for a long time, but finally she clenched the holy sword tightly, her eyes determined.

"That's right, I didn't notice that the matter has become so serious. It seems that I am indeed an unqualified king... But, a real king can bear the shortcomings and sins of his subordinates as well." !"

There is no longer any reason to be confused. Judgment and redemption should be given to everyone by her "king" - no one has the qualifications except her.

"Your weakness, guilt and fanaticism, I and the sword in my hand already understand."

The wind suddenly rose, and Saber lifted the Wind King's enchantment, and the golden star sword revealed her real body.

The point of the long sword is the six black knights.

"Today, in the name of the holy sword, I will cut off the impurity of this round table!"

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Emiya Shirou stuck his limbs tightly to the ground, and was moving his body forward cautiously, without attracting anyone's attention.

Before Saber fought with the enemy, the aftermath stirred up a lot of rubble. In order to avoid the aftermath and flying stones, he fell down...and never got up.

He was surprised to find that all the enemies' attention was on Saber, and they didn't even bother to glance in his direction!

Although Shirou is not clever, he also knows what it means to be adaptable. He fell on the ground with ease, slowly moved to a corner where no one noticed, and then gradually moved towards the throne in the deepest part of the hall.

Since one side of the throne was attached to the wall, he just moved along the side of the wall, out of everyone's sight, and at the same time let him get close!

He doesn't have much chivalry, and excitedly uses stealth as his means of movement...

Fortunately Ye Qing is not here, otherwise seeing this scene, he would definitely put his hands on his forehead, thinking of a certain boy who did the same thing before!

But the people who were desperately trying to attract the attention of the enemy at that time were Ye Qing and a certain swordsmith... The law of heaven is reincarnated...

PS: Everything is a sensitive word these days...

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"No...the limit has been reached!"

Shirou tried his best to control his gaze not to move up, and stared at the corner that was dragged on the ground. Now that his gaze is slightly shifted, the other party may notice it, even if it is just a sneaky glance, it will take a lot of risk.

His purpose was only to rescue Illya, there was no need to fight the enemy recklessly.

It would be great if people could be rescued quietly like this, but if they are discovered...there is no choice but to fight.

But as long as the knife on his back is still there, he is by no means powerless to resist!

Morgan was concentrating on observing the fierce battle between Saber and the shadow knights. She didn't pay attention to Shirou, and she only paid attention to Saber from the beginning to the end. As for the master... just a bug, there is no need to worry Think more.

Behind her, Shirou circled a big circle, passed the most dangerous distance, and went around from Morgan's blind spot to the back of the throne. Shirou held his breath, carefully making no sound, and quietly put his hand on the throne ——

"Crack, crack!"

There was a flash of lightning, and Shirou suddenly felt half of his body go numb.

Morgan heard the sound of the trap being touched, without even turning his head, he threw a black seed behind him.

This kind of seed grows as soon as it hits the ground, and within a few seconds, a sea monster-like monster with teeth and claws grows out. If you look closely, each tentacle is a green vine. This is a monster in the shape of a plant!

There was a dense piercing sound, and the tentacles hit Shirou like a long whip!

Shirou hurriedly rolled on the ground before he escaped, only to hear a chaotic sound of bang, bang, bang, dozens of fist-sized potholes appeared on the ground, and the stone hadn't completely fallen...

"Gudu!" Shirou's throat twitched, feeling terrified in his heart.

Not to mention that he is only made of flesh and blood, this kind of attack is comparable to the attack of heavy guns, even the armor of a solemn knight can penetrate it in one go!

Never sit still!

Dragging half of his paralyzed body, Shirou rushed forward with all his strength. When the vine seemed to be about to eject again, he instinctively turned sideways, and a green flashed in front of his eyes, and there was a burning pain on his face.

Before he had time to deal with the wound, he stretched his hand behind his back, shook off the cloth bag, and pulled out the ugly black knife.

The moment Shirou held the knife, he felt a wave of warmth spread throughout his body, and the numbness in his body was instantly swept away.

"drink!"

With a roar, Shirou slashed down from top to bottom, cutting off three vines without hesitation, and then attacked the body like a broken bamboo, splitting the monster in half instantly!

"Illya!"

Now that he was exposed, there was no need to slow down, so Shirou made a tiger pounce. Then he turned around and came to the front of the throne.

He has been practicing Bajiquan for a long time, and the method of turning and moving has already penetrated into his bone marrow, but at this moment, it is like flowing clouds and flowing water in a haste.If you run over in the usual way, you have to stand firm before rushing forward, and you may have to slow down at the last moment. Not to mention a waste of time, it is easy to be attacked by the enemy.

Ke Shilang didn't slow down a bit in these movements, and he kept his waist down and lowered his body from beginning to end, so it was not easy to be blocked by the enemy.It seems to be an extremely simple movement, but the skills contained in it are not simple!

Seeing Illya sleeping on the throne in front of him, Shirou couldn't wait to stretch out his hand, while holding the sword with the other hand and pointing at the back, more than half of his attention was on Morgan.

But his worry seemed unnecessary, until he hugged Ilya by the waist, Morgan didn't look back, as if he didn't care at all.

Shirou was puzzled but the situation was urgent and he didn't dare to neglect, he held the sleeping Illya with a knife in his hand and stared at Morgan's back, stepping back step by step...

"You don't need to be too nervous, boy."

Morgan's sudden opening startled him, and his heart missed a beat. He looked at Morgan very nervously, and the palm of the hand holding the knife was sweating.

He is well aware of how big the gap is between a servant and a human being, and it is not easy for him to escape alone, let alone with Illya!

I really have to do it, I'm afraid...

"Relax, I have no interest in you ants." Morgan's disdainful words came over, and she never looked back from the beginning to the end, which seemed to prove her position and attitude.

Maybe she really doesn't care...

"All I want from the beginning to the end is only one person." Morgan tilted his head slightly, and gave Shirou a corner of his eye like alms.

"As for you? It's just a bait and a harmless little rabbit. If you want to escape, just run away. I'm not interested, and I won't intercept it."

Doesn't seem like a lie.

Shirou didn't dare to relax, still stared at Morgan's back vigilantly, and led Illya to retreat again.

At this time, Morgan's voice sounded again.

"However, for the sake of your hard work, let me remind you out of mercy—why did you come to save this girl?"

"Well," Shirou frowned, intending to keep his mouth shut, but he was afraid of offending the other party, so he obediently said, "She is my sister."

"Regardless of appearance or race, this is ridiculous... What's more, you are a natural person, but that girl is not." Morgan's tone turned cold, "She is just a tool! How can tools and people be siblings? "

"It's... it's true, but—"

"But, 'I want to save her and treat her like a sister with all my heart'—you want to say that, right?"

Shirou was speechless for a while, but this was indeed what he was thinking, so he couldn't help but nodded.

Morgan sneered: "What a stupid guy, didn't he even realize that he was under the magic hint?!"

Her voice suddenly became high-pitched: "You, a half-baked magician, have been affected by such a simple basic magic for several days. I have to say that human beings in this era are simply clumsier than I imagined. Haha, you can also be regarded as a clown Come and see, it can be regarded as entertainment.”

Something chaotic, dark, dirty and filthy came out of her words and kept seeping into Shirou's heart.

"Looking at you working so hard because of a fake relationship, and fighting all the way to this point for a real little girl who you don't care about.

Just now I seemed to have the idea of ​​sacrificing myself for her... Hahahaha, it's really interesting! "

"You, what are you talking about... I was hinted by... what kind of magic, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Nameless anger burned Shirou's heart, and a terrible possibility emerged in his mind, but he refused to admit this conjecture from body to soul.

"Yeah, I've become angry from embarrassment. You're such an innocent and lovely boy." Morgan joked, "You've already figured out what's going on, why are you still asking me? Oh, oh, look at you so pitiful, I couldn't help but soften my heart.

Still don't want to admit it?

You——have been hinted by this girl under the magic of 'important person'!

Although it is a very simple magic trick, considering her magic aptitude and your... the effect is probably similar to that of a 'curse'.