My Knights of the Round Table

Suddenly, a familiar and disgusting voice came from behind her.

Artemis' smiling face froze.

She turned back stiffly.

The bearded, brown-haired man was crawling out of the ground, his lower body was still stuck in the mud, his head was full of dust and mud, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Embarrassed, but still alive.

As his body was completely separated from the soil, Artemis could see that he had many wounds on his body, his expression was not healthy or even pale, obviously he had suffered serious injuries.

Artemis didn't know how badly he had been injured, it looked serious.

But definitely better than if she used up all her magic power.

Artemis opened his mouth, endless exhaustion welling up in his heart again.

If she was given a chance, she really wanted to go back to Mount Olympus, and then meet those half-human, half-god heroes, and kill as many as she saw.

This is disgusting.

"Looks like I won."

The brown-haired man saw Artemis's pale face and nearly collapsed footsteps that could not even stand, touched his head and smiled awkwardly, lowered his head thinking, but mumbled unconsciously.

"To be honest, uncle, I really don't want to win. It's so difficult to win or not. It's better to just die. Why did you try to hide just now, but that's too scary, and there's no way to hide subconsciously."

"But what to do now in this situation."

Artemis' complexion was getting worse and worse, and in the end he even got an abnormal blush.

She was about to die of anger at this talk.

Are you humiliating me?

The man with brown hair touched his head and thought hard for a long time, but in the end he could only hold the gun in his arms.

"After all, we are not in the same camp, my lord goddess, I am offended."

Artemis gritted her teeth and looked at him viciously, as if to remember his appearance.

Don't let me see you again!

Everyone knows what she wanted to say but gritted her teeth and didn't say it.

The brown-haired man could only keep out of sight and out of mind, and didn't pay attention to her face, holding the gun and walking towards her.

"Goodbye, Lady Goddess."

He walked up to her, raised his gun and stabbed at her.

Artemis looked at him coldly, watching the whereabouts of the gun without blinking.

At this moment, the sound of the arrow leaving the string came from a distance.

Chapter 341 Chapter 37 Run!

As soon as he heard the sound of the bow and arrow leaving the string, the uncle tacitly retracted the gun but did not retreat but only tilted his body.

'Snapped! '

A bow and arrow was precisely inserted into the uncle's arm, and the uncle was only satisfied after being shot by the bow and arrow and fled to a position far away from Artemis.

Then, a beautiful girl with green hair and cat ears appeared from the forest.

She first looked at Artemis, with some confusion in her eyes, as if she was guessing who this woman with her familiar aura was.He quickly stared at the man who looked like an uncle vigilantly.

The uncle failed to kill but was injured without any distress, but heaved a sigh of relief.

Letting the beautiful girl with green hair and cat ears walk up to Artemis, she looked at her curiously.

"You know her?"

The green-haired cat-eared girl looked at him coldly and raised her bow.

This reminded him of the appearance of Artemis just now.

It has to be said that when Arthur was not present, Artemis' indifferent appearance was exactly the same as that of the green-haired cat-eared girl.

The uncle was not annoyed, and continued to speak in a familiar tone when he was familiar with such a situation.

"How do you know she is with you? What if we are? There is no birthmark, uncle, do I look like a bad guy?"

As he spoke, he touched his face in distress.

The unshaven face made him nod his head there, but then shook his head quickly.

"It's time to clean up the beard. No, the beard is the symbol of my manhood and identity. But now the little girl regards me as a bad person. Although I was originally a bad person, even if I am an uncle, I will be sad."

The uncle's soliloquy made Atalanta understand why the white-haired woman behind her wanted to release that powerful Noble Phantasm despite her injured body.

He glanced at the white-haired woman behind him.

Her face was pale and her body was exhausted, and she was almost unable to stand still, while the black and red light from the wound on her shoulder was in full bloom, spreading towards other important parts of her body.

"You should rest first." Atalanta looked at her worried eyes and said again, "My name is Atalanta. I am not a heroic spirit of Ulsterfang."

To Atalanta's relief, Artemis completely fell on her body after hearing the second half of her words.

She still has the physical strength to hold a girl who is neither light nor heavy.

It's just that she was a little puzzled thinking that she just said a name, and the other party relaxed and closed her eyes.

does she know me

After thinking about it, she was relieved.

The opponent's Noble Phantasm is full of the breath of the moon goddess she believes in. It seems that the opponent should also be a believer in the moon goddess, but she has never seen her. The opponent should not be from her own era but from a later era.

After thinking about it, she looked at the other uncle vigilantly, with doubts in her eyes.

When he was talking to an unknown woman just now, he clearly had a very good chance to attack, as if he could only shoot an arrow from a distance before it was too late, he could have killed the white-haired woman quickly and then retreated, but he did Everyone stood there anxiously, endured that blow, and then fled far away.

"who are you?"

Atalanta looked at him coldly, his eyes full of doubts.

The uncle was thinking while talking, looking at Artemis in her arms full of helplessness from the corner of his eye.

"Uncle, my name... It's better not to say it, I am afraid of the vengeful goddess."

"goddess?"

Atalanta didn't turn her thoughts for a moment.

The uncle looked at Atalanta's appearance, recalled her arrow just now, and seemed to think of something interesting.

"You say your name first."

Atalanta just looked at him coldly.

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat, but just now you also know that I don't want to be your enemy, but there is no way to sit there, and I can only beat him honestly. But there is no need to be so vigilant, right? I still expect you to say something nice to me in front of the goddess."

Seeing that Atalanta was still full of vigilance, he gave away the gun in his arms as if surrendering, and raised the gun with both hands full of helplessness.

"Okay, uncle, my name is Hector, you don't have to pay attention to me. On the contrary, the goddess in your arms was stabbed by my master's gun. Just now, I didn't have any energy left to control the wound and used it all to hit me. If there is no doctor, I am afraid he will die, it is only a matter of time."

"By the way, the woman in your arms is called Artemis, do you know her?"

As if he was afraid that Atalanta would not be dedicated, or that he wanted to see some interesting pictures, Hector added another sentence.

"What did you say?"

Atalanta, who had been silent and cold-faced all this time, even when she heard that the other party was a great hero of the Trojan War, did not change her expression completely.

"That's right, it looks like your name is Atalanta, beauty." Hector smiled satisfied when he saw Atalanta's reaction, and saw the weight of Artemis in her arms getting heavier and heavier. The wound turned into a bitter face again, "The goddess is in your hands, don't let her die. Even if she dies, tell me how I did it, uncle, or I will be miserable when the time comes."

After all, he disappeared into the forest without looking back.

Atalanta was motionless.

Living in the forest, she listens carefully to the wind and grass in the forest.

After hearing Hector walking away without concealing it, she nervously looked at Artemis in her arms with a complicated expression.

Artemis.

She grew up in the forest, and her belief since she was a child is Artemis, the goddess of the moon.But as a mortal without the blood of any god, it is difficult to meet other gods who are lower than the main god, not to mention the main god he believes in.

She has never seen the moon goddess she believes in and gives her strength, and she has always wanted to see it.

See you now, but this situation...?

Artemis was lying in her arms, his eyes closed, apparently in a coma, his expression was painful as if he had been tortured, his pale lips were tightly pressed together, his bright and elegant temperament remained unchanged, but the wound on his shoulder was black. The red light is getting brighter and deeper.

Atalanta was troubled.

She is not a doctor herself. Although she has learned to bandage and treat minor injuries and even major wounds in the forest since she was a child, the main reason for Artemis' coma is obviously not due to external wounds, but the long-term wound on her shoulder. Healing curse.

"What should I do?" She gritted her teeth tightly.

Letting Lord Moon God whom she believed in die in her arms is not as satisfying as killing her, it is even more painful than killing a bunch of children in front of her.

But she really has nothing to do.

Just when she was at a loss, there was a loud noise and golden light from the forest, and then a man's voice came from the outer part of the forest.

"Run!"

Chapter 342 Chapter 38 Ass

"Run!"