My Knights of the Round Table

Under such an attack, who can survive?

Atalanta's bow trembled in her hands.

However, she is still alive!

The woman in the smoke stood up completely.

The sound of the wind slowly rang out, the smoke that filled the sky was gradually blown away, and the figure of the woman became clearer and clearer.

"call."

Taking a deep breath, Atalanta regained her clarity, clenched her bow again, and her eyes were full of fighting and killing intent again.

"Atalanta, don't...!"

Mellie's words interrupted her decision.

Atalanta pursed her lips, and finally stared firmly at the hazy figure of Black Arturia half-hidden in the smoke, then turned her head and disappeared into the ruins.

Chapter 282 Chapter 33 The Collapsed Lyon

A gust of wind blew from a distance, and the fog in the center of the ruins completely dissipated.

Black Artoria stood in place, her blond hair scattered in all directions, her forehead and face covered with hair that had been smeared with blood and dust, she had no image but was extremely beautiful.

Even in such a bad situation, her temperament has not deteriorated in the slightest, like the last flower of the other side in the river of Styx.

Most of the armor on his body was shattered, his graceful snow-white skin lost its previous charm, his body was covered with shocking wounds, and his golden dragon eyes also looked extremely fragile and exhausted.

The only shining thing was the Helengominiad, which was inserted into the ground by her to support her body. The black and red light still remaining on the gun explained how she survived just now.

She looked up at Atalanta's disappearing back, panting heavily, her eyes full of resentment and killing intent, but she didn't chase after her.

"cut."

Black Artoria spat, full of annoyance.

She already figured out how Atalanta escaped from Black Joan's control.

The only one who can do this is that nightmare.A nightmare who is extremely lazy but doesn't know when he will make a final move.

The wounds on his body recovered slowly but powerfully, and the fatal wounds on his heart were even recovering visibly with the naked eye.

She stood up straight and drew her gun from the ground.

He stroked the messy hair in front of his forehead, and his blood-stained face looked attractive. He simply wiped off the stains on it. With a cold face, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction, his footsteps were weak but firm.

She already felt the familiar breath approaching.

Once they met, she understood that that man was much meaner than her, and he would never keep her because he was weak, waiting for a fair and honest battle.

That kind of man would just take the opportunity to crush her completely.

But unfortunately...

A complicated expression flashed across Altria's beautiful golden eyes, and then she was filled with indifference, and she left without looking back.

"It's time for you to play..." Hei Artoria paused, hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she recovered her indifference and disappeared into the ruins, leaving only her voice, "Stop him."

......

When Arthur arrived, he was already stupid.

The whole city is occupied by countless monsters, the sky is filled with wyverns, and the ground is filled with countless dragon tooth soldiers and unknown shadow followers.

Except for the corpses, there is no trace of human life here, and no one would have thought that there are still people living prosperously on the next island or even in the cities and small towns in the distance.

What made him even more speechless was the black-red radiance that he was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with.

Blacken the radiance of Rungomignard.

The scorching sun was completely covered, and the huge city was plunged into darkness.

Even he can dare to say the violent magic power here. With this kind of power, it is conceivable to what extent the opponent Black Altria will face.

The golden radiance was destroyed, and the black-red light completely enveloped Leon.

The center of Lyon was shrouded in black, and the violent magic power hit a point on the ground, and a large area of ​​ground in the center of Lyon was torn off.

His heart was bleeding.

That was one of his own, a treasure that could compel Black Artoria to use such power, and its strength on paper might not be inferior to that of Joan of Arc and Bradamante.

But, just so dead.

Compared with meaningless hopes, he didn't believe that anyone but himself could survive under the brilliance of Rungomignard.

Even he is not sure if he will die.

It's just that his magic power is unbelievably sufficient, and he can release the treasure once again as a defense when his treasure is destroyed by the local treasure.

However, other heroic spirits absolutely don't have this kind of means. The consumption of their full release of a treasure is enough to make them fall into a weak state, and the use of weapons and their own magic power is not enough for them to do so.

The darkness disappeared, and gusts of wind still blew from the center.

Looking at the ruined buildings and ruins in front of him, Arthur thought about it, and entered Lyon with hope.

'despair. '

The gravel under his feet was accidentally kicked, and the slight movement attracted many people.

Arthur blocked the attack of the shadow follower who was rushing from the shadows with a sword, and with his strength and skill, he turned into a spirit and disappeared with a backhand sword.

Following the rapid death of the leader, four more shadow followers emerged from both sides of the street.

Arthur looked at the two shadow followers in front of him, and just as they were about to touch him, a violent and invisible wind blew from him.

'boom! '

The seemingly gentle wind, for no reason, blew several followers to a standstill.

The wind blew against the remaining buildings around, and the tall buildings were blown down in an instant.

Arthur lifted the sword of vowed victory surrounded by the enchantment of the wind king in Arthur's hand, turned his body, and the next moment, he appeared a few meters in front of him.

The four shadow servants who were still in the air turned into spirit particles and disappeared as expected.

"It's a pity." Arthur sighed in a low voice, "It's still too late."

The deeper he went into Lyon, the more he became aware of the strength of that heroic spirit.

This place is occupied by countless shadow servants and countless monsters. It is almost unknown how many heroic spirits the Dragon Witch has summoned.

The strength of the shadow follower is not low.

Their strength and speed are no worse than ordinary knights of the round table, and what is even more frightening is their fearless courage and good fighting skills.

Although he never let the Knights of the Round Table deal with Heroic Spirits, it was just that he was reluctant and did not go to that point, but after all, it was the most powerful knight order in this era, but the number of Knights of the Round Table was too small.

A pair of knights of the round table is a kind of belittling.

Let them besiege without caring about casualties, and can deal with many enemies.

Under such a siege, there is Black Artoria's bystander...

Only he, who masters magic and has a steady stream of magic power, can easily deal with these followers.

Gawain during the day may be able to, but for others, he suspects that even Scathach can only temporarily hide in the Kingdom of Shadows in the face of such a pestering enemy and a powerful enemy that is eyeing him.

Suddenly, Arthur raised his head and looked into the distance.

The slight change in wind direction made him sense the enemy's arrival.

Unsurprisingly, an arrow galloped from a distance.

Arthur raised his hand in anticipation.

'Snapped! '

The silver-white soft armor grabbed the bow and arrow, and the force brought by the huge friction was easily dissipated by the armor.

Looking at the familiar arrow, Arthur understood the other party's identity.

"Archer?"

As the voice fell, a green figure appeared on the top of a tall building hundreds of meters away.

The distance is extremely far away, and it disappears in an instant, but he can see clearly.

Without thinking too much, Arthur's whole body was covered with magic power, he stepped on the ground suddenly, and disappeared in place.

Chapter 283 Chapter 34 The Familiar Qin and Arrow

Almost following Atalanta's breath, Arthur chased to the center of Leon.

It is not difficult for him to face the siege of multiple servants alone.Therefore, he didn't have any worries about following Atalanta who was obviously taking him with him.

If he was a pure swordsman or a spearman, or only knew these two, he would not be so reckless, but his magic level and continuous magic power gave him confidence.

Even if he is intercepted by multiple servants, unless there is a magician of Meili's level with a lot of weird tricks, he will definitely have no problem escaping.

Even if Scathach came in person, it would be no problem for him to fight her without thinking of ways to escape.

However, what Arthur didn't expect was that Atalanta's speed slowed down. Just when he thought there was a trap in front of him and was getting ready to be vigilant with enough magic power, an arrow shot from the front...

If an arrow hits, he doesn't feel anything, but the problem is that the arrow didn't shoot towards him, but directly towards Atalanta.

The gap between bows and arrows is not that big, and for increasingly powerful archers, the gap is even more unpredictable, and laymen can't see any basis at all.

However, Arthur himself also has some archery skills, and he can still see a thing or two.

The green-haired cat-eared Arhcer's bow skill has reached the extreme level, and it seems that he is indistinguishable from Tristan, whose bow skills he knows are superb, and who can hold back Lancelot with just a bow.