My Knights of the Round Table

"Let her go, they won't touch her."

Sensing that the arms were hugged even tighter, Arthur gently hugged Leticia's slender waist, and said with a casual smile.

"It's ok."

"Humph."

She snorted coldly, feeling that she was being underestimated, and raised the Lungominiad in her hand.

Lungominiad, who can no longer be called the Spear of Glory.

The whole body is covered in black, with blood-red tattoo-like lines wrapped around the huge gun body, exuding a cold and gloomy atmosphere, and there are blood-red spikes of different lengths on the gun.

Like her bleak dragon-shaped armor, her lance is like a cave where dragons live.

A dark atmosphere enveloped the square, the air that had been slightly hot because of Black Joan of Arc instantly cooled down, and the bright sky showed signs of becoming cloudy.

"Then you will die together."

Almost instantly, Arturia disappeared in place.

Arthur had been prepared for a long time, and his body retreated instantly.

It happened almost at the same time, and Artoria, who was holding a Lungominiad, appeared in front of him just now. The gun in his hand was wrapped in black streamer so conspicuous on a sunny day.

After failing in one blow, Arturia rushed towards Arthur again.

Arthur glanced at Leticia in his arms, and held Rungomignard with his right hand.

'Boom! '

The silver-white Holy Lance and the blood-red Holy Lance collided together, and the silver-white and black-red rays of light were so dazzling under the sun.

The fluctuations emanating from it spread from their feet to the surroundings.

The wooden platform standing behind them was destroyed in an instant, and there was not even a powder left. Except for Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc who were prepared, all the heroic spirits around the field shook slightly non-stop.

Camilla even took a step back.

The houses around the square shook with the energy fluctuations, some of them shook a few times, and the fragile ones collapsed directly.

'Bah! '

'Bah! '

'Bah! '

The sound of weapons hitting was endless.

Looking at Artoria and Arthur who were in a stalemate in the arena, the eyes of the people in the arena showed surprise to varying degrees.

Joan was amazed that someone could fight King Arthur to such an extent.

Black Joan was surprised, she found that Arturia seemed to be unable to beat her male self.After all, he still held a woman in his arms, and he was distracted from protecting the woman in his arms, and even fought back and forth with Artoria.

More importantly, according to Camilla's original description, his most powerful weapon is the sword.

While others looked at the weapons of the two, they were surprised that the woman in the dragon-shaped armor was really a female King Arthur.

Black Joan withdrew her gaze, and boredly glanced at the vigilant Joan of Arc.

"Forget it, I thought it would be interesting, but I didn't expect it to be just a stupid idiot. Lancer, assassin, kill her."

Chapter 268 Chapter 19 Bradamante, exercise justice!

Mata Hari anxiously shuttled from house to house in the town.

Fighting has already begun in the square.

Arthur and Artoria fought back and forth, and for a while neither could beat the other, and the stalemate could not be ended.

No one bothered them, Black Joan and her four followers all focused on Joan.

After ordering Berserker and Assassin to deal with Joan of Arc, Black Joan led the other two followers to watch the show.

Joan of Arc showed signs of decline under the siege of the two.

Fortunately, the cooperation between the two is not good, and things often happen to help the enemy through oolongs, and Joan's recovery ability is good, so there are not many disadvantages.

For a while, the situation in the field fell into anxiety.

However, everyone knows that this is only a superficial phenomenon.

Not to mention that Joan of Arc, who has never made a move, must have a terrifying combat power. Even the two servants who have not made a move can turn the tide of the battle at will.

It's like a hunter playing with the prey in his bag.

Black Joan knew this, and Mata Hari naturally knew this too.

After she found out, she anxiously shuttled through the city, hoping to find reinforcements.

As for herself, after the dispensable combat power went out, it was more like Leticia in Arthur's arms.

Although, she also wanted to be held in his arms like that.

"How to do?"

Mata Hari anxiously searched the town for allies who could serve as strength. Even when countless people died miserably in front of her, she left without hesitation for too long.

Nothing should happen to Arthur and Joan of Arc.

Regardless of her affection and admiration for the two, no matter how you think about it, if Joan of Arc and Arthur have an accident, the world will definitely end, completely, without any possibility of salvation.

The enemy is the blackened Joan of Arc, and the importance of Joan of Arc is self-evident.

And Arthur...

As the original king of this era, this era can be said to be the ruler of the most powerful Knights of the Round Table, he is the symbol and symbol of this era.

If he dies, it will really be like Joan of Arc's wish. There is no possibility of salvation in this world, which is infinitely worse than Joan's return to the Hall of Valor.

Suddenly, the cry of the child attracted her.

Mata Hari broke away from anxious thinking, and involuntarily looked towards the source of the crying, the corner of the street.

There, a six or seven-year-old girl was lying on top of a woman, who looked like her mother, with a big gash in her chest, and had died in a pool of blood from her own birth.

With a terrified expression on his face, his eyes were still fixed on his own child, and there was reluctance inside.

The little girl cried sadly, forgetting even her fear.

"... "

Mata Hari fell silent.

It wasn't this scene of parting from life and death, and her era was not much better than the current scene of purgatory. She has seen many such things.

only…

Not far ahead, a Dragon Tooth Soldier was slowly approaching the little girl holding a bone knife.

However, the little girl holding her mother's body fell into extreme grief, and did not realize that the god of death was coming.

Mata Hari watched nervously, her snow-white teeth biting her lips.

To save, or not to save.

She can watch the young people die one by one in front of her, even the old and women can die, she has become numb to the death of human beings.

She can give up these numb things for more important things.

But the death of the child?

Even in the war-torn era she lived in, even if an army as vicious as a hell messenger came to her country and slaughtered countless soldiers and even killed many innocent people, there was no one who blatantly attacked children.

At least, she hasn't seen it.

"I…"

Mata Hari's little hand was tightly held, and then loosened weakly.

He closed his eyes, thinking painfully what use he would have next.

Even if he saved her, where else could he escape with him?

But watching her die...?

Mata Hari opened her eyes, her beautiful blue pupils were full of sadness and determination.

He was useless since he was a child, and even later he was forced to do things he hadn't thought of in order to survive.

He kept collecting information from the two countries.

For the country...?

I thought about it carefully, but if she really chose, she would have betrayed her country without hesitation in front of her life.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she smiled helplessly.

"Perhaps my birth was a mistake."

It was completely wrong at the beginning of life.

When you are completely powerless, you are already frustrated.

The company run by his father went bankrupt and had repeated affairs.

Her mother fell ill due to mental fatigue and died when she was only fourteen years old.

Married life also failed because of her husband's violence, alcoholism, and affair.

"If there is any wish that I want to achieve, it should be to create a happy family with the one I love."

The little girl's cries became more and more painful, awakening Mata Hari who was trapped in memories.

Seeing the dragon tooth soldier gradually approaching the little girl, she did not hesitate this time, took a firm step and ran out of the hidden alley, grabbing the girl who was holding her mother's body before the dragon tooth soldier.

"Don't cry, let's go first, your mother doesn't want you to die here either."

She hastily said a word of comfort.