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Damn it! !How dare he, how could he do such a thing? !

no, I can not!fake!

How could that be what a knight should do!

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Refugees: "Huh...? Why did I fall down?"

"No way... nothing happened, head, just—

Don't, don't——————! ? "

With the continuous sound of bowstrings being plucked, scenes of flesh and blood bursting appeared constantly.

Those fleeing refugees and unarmed ordinary people fell one by one, forming a coquettish slaughter feast in the illustration.

Claire held the epic in one hand, and covered her mouth with the other.

'For...why?

will become like this. '

Tristan: "Ah, I feel so sad...

I clearly said that this is not possible.

It just made me unable to move even one step.How careless this is.

My Demon String Fernot doesn't need arrows.

This is a blade of sound that can sever enemies with just a flick.

Even if you can't move, you can't draw your bow——

It can also cut off the flesh in the breath. "

In the cries, in the cries of countless refugees for help.

This visual and spiritual impact is not only for Mash and the others hiding in the dark...

Claire and the others also stared blankly at this scene, without saying a word, and were speechless for a while.

At this moment, Tristan continued to speak coldly while plucking the bowstring:

"Stupid mountain old man, you should say so.

'Please don't even move a finger' is right. "

...! !

Please don't even lift a finger!

Devil, this is definitely a devil, right? !

The little princess and the others felt a little scared...

Matthew: "..."

Guda: "You actually give people who have no resistance to...!"

Da Vinci: "Hold it. If we rush out now, we will be killed too.

said with no exaggeration,

That Archer is stronger than any Servant we've encountered so far.

Until he leaves, we can only hide.

... You probably don't think that's our companion, do you? "

Matthew closed her eyes in pain, unable to bear to watch that scene: "...Yes.

It must be as you said..."

And everyone who knew Tristan's identity could only watch this scene with eyes spitting fire.

Round Table - Aren't you a partner?

It seems that it is true...

Now Tristan is unfamiliar, and people don't know him at all.

As for Tristan's strength, no one would doubt it.

One of the strongest knights ever, Da Vinci will feel that the opponent is strong, that is inevitable!

finally--

Following Mash's words, '...no survivors were found.

Everyone... had their heads cut off...'

The massacre has finally come to an end.

And there is only a sense of powerlessness left in people's hearts.

This senseless killing even made the doctor suspect that the other party was a murderer.

After seeing this statement, people have no thought of refuting it.

The original surprise of seeing the round table has now turned into fear and disgust.

How could he become such a terrible person? Has Tristan forgotten his pride and honor as a hero?

Sudden--

They saw the description in the text.

On the battlefield where the massacre has ended and the chaos is over.

A life form as black as smoke formed from the ground, revealing bright red eyes full of resentment.

? ? ? : "...Damn...Damn...

This resentment can't be dispelled until death...!

How immature I am--

You actually underestimated the cruelty of the enemy...!

Unforgivable - unforgivable!

Who will resolve this unwillingness——! "

A wraith born from Assasin—the drunken Hassan? !

People gritted their teeth and thought.

And Roman opened his mouth to reveal the real body of the resentment.

Only then did people realize that it was the Shadow Follower.

Roman: "Perhaps because of the affinity with this land,

Intense resentment left directly as dregs! "

Immediately afterwards, people saw that Mash and the others defeated the smoked drunk who had become a shadow follower before he turned into a monster that would attack the surroundings indiscriminately.

In the gratitude of finally recovering from the drunkenness, the poor Hassan was given to rest in peace.

"Master...!" Some citizens of Atlanta saw this, feeling sad and sad for its demise.

And the eighteen mysterious leaders——

At this moment, the figure of Hassan, who was represented by a smoke, gradually became clear.

Although drunkenness did not show strong combat power in the epic, even the price of death failed to save the people.

But Yan Zui's will to protect the people really touched many people.

Such a flesh and blood leader makes people feel closer.

With such a leader, who would not be moved and proud of him.

Just when everyone felt sad for the drunken death...

the other side--

Matthew and the others encountered another group of refugees.

I rescued these refugees from robbers, and heard that these people planned to flee to the holy capital.

And learned from the refugees that the holy capital will hold a holy ceremony one day every month.

'San Ba? ' People see new nouns.

what is that--

Watching Matthew and the others bid farewell to the refugees, in order to avoid attracting attention, they chose to go to the holy capital alone, and there they saw a huge chalk wall that seemed to completely isolate the outside world.

People put other problems behind them for a while.

"Holy capital—!" A new illustration appeared, and Hermetos murmured, looking at the towering white city wall.

Has it finally arrived?

From the previous description, the city seems to have been temporarily established from the holy land.

Does the Lion King actually have such a powerful infrastructure capability?

Or did you borrow the power of the Noble Phantasm?

Also, can all the doubts and guesses in his heart be found in this city.

Thinking of the previous Tristan who killed innocent people indiscriminately for some reason.

The other round tables don't know what they are doing...

and the mysterious Lion King.

Hermitos raised his mind and continued to read calmly, hoping to find the answer.

Sudden--

Hermetos noticed the blue and gold patterns on the city wall in the illustration.

He suddenly remembered the golden pattern on the blue pennant in the holy hall when Master Sanzang bid farewell to the round tables at the beginning of the epic.