My Knights of the Round Table

However, because of being too tired and weak to the extreme, it will take a few days to recover to the peak state.

After seeing Cu Chulainn's strength, he knew that he had no time to waste.

Playing with Artemis for a day and two nights already made him feel deeply guilty.

I used to think that I was very strong, but I didn't meet anyone with comparable strength. Both the Dragon Witch and Lucius were able to handle the situation, so I didn't have the motivation to improve.

This also allowed him and Artoria to stay in Camelot for half a year.

Anyway, his blood and weapons are slowly improving his body according to the passage of time. The longer he lives, the better he can integrate with the Holy Spear and Holy Sword and his own blood, and the stronger he will be.

Even if it is promoted to the realm of Rungomigniad by the holy sword and holy spear, it is not impossible to be even more powerful.

But that takes time.

But now he finds that the conditions to wait for time to become stronger are no longer realistic.

The out-of-spec ones produced by Morgan from another world are not included. The span from the Dragon Witch to the berserk Cu Chulainn is already so large. He doesn't believe in the next Holy Grail call What comes out will be weak there.

If he is still like this, he can only rely on the heroic spirits not summoned by the enemy to resist the opponent.

But no matter what, I still have enough strength to feel at ease.

Since there is not much physical advantage, it can only rely on Eskaha and his like to use marksmanship to achieve the ultimate and even reach the realm of killing gods with the body.

He doesn't seek the realm of Daskaha, but barely reaches the edge so that he won't be unable to deal with the mad Cu Chulainn.

"Let's go outside after this time."

After finalizing the matter after resolving the Irish issue, Arthur felt much more relaxed.

He did not continue to stay in the Kingdom of Shadows, nor did he return to the position where he entered the Kingdom of Shadows.

Although he knew that it was impossible for Cu Chulainn and his servants to stay there to guard, but after that battle, he never thought about meeting Cu Chulainn again in the near future.

Since he couldn't beat him, he was going to obediently listen to the plan that Mei Li told him to gather scattered followers.

There are many exits and entrances to the Land of Shadows, spread across the many forests of the Isle of Ireland.

This is also the way for countless human beings who have sought the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows to reach the Kingdom of Shadows in the past.

They either want to learn the supreme martial arts, or they are sick and seek medical treatment to save their lives, and some even just bet with other people, and some people just entered it by mistake, but without exception. The dead are the vast majority of them.

Few have managed to reach the Shadowlands.

But the extremely high death rate still can't stop the successive people, because as long as they enter and come out alive, they will all have some achievements without exception.

It's just that in recent years, since she finished teaching Cu Chulainn's group of apprentices, she began to close the gate of the Kingdom of Shadows, and no one could find him except him.

Even he couldn't find where Scathach was.

Arthur randomly found a forest where Ulster was connected to the outside world, left the Kingdom of Shadows, and entered a nearby city.

He originally wanted to find out if there were any Heroic Spirits of his own in the nearby cities.

After all, in his mind, the probability of heroic spirits appearing in cities close to the front line is much higher than in the safe area behind.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he got here, he found that the city had fallen.

There are destroyed buildings and burning ruins everywhere.

No trace of anyone alive.

Corpses are everywhere, and the bustling city has been reduced to ruins.

"So soon?"

Arthur was not surprised by this, and frowned slightly.

Those Celtic warriors who were created by unknown means are not afraid of death. They have almost no fear of humans. They only know how to advance and kill. Naturally, the native soldiers are not their opponents.

Even a few relatively powerful characters can only be consumed by the fearless charge of the Celtic warriors.

Even to put it bluntly, the previous Cu Chulainn could only escape.

There are too many Celtic warriors, and they don't know what death is, and their individual strength is not low.

Dozens of Celtic fighters could hold on with his strength, but if hundreds of Celtic fighters poured on one person, no one could hold on.

Unless he has range weapons, or he has almost infinite physical strength like Arthur, or he uses killing as the motivation for survival like the current Cu Chulainn.

What's more, they also have the help of heroic spirits.

But he didn't expect the speed of the opponent's advance to be so fast.

Originally thought that it would take months or even years to capture Ireland, but at this speed, if no one organizes, Cu Chulainn will be able to sort out the affairs of Ireland in a month or two.

Arthur walked over to a dead body.

The blood from the corpse's wound had solidified, but there was still a perplexing bloody smell that could not be dispelled in the air. When he stepped on the blood that flowed from the corpse on the ground, it still felt slightly sticky.

"Not far."

Chapter 349 Chapter 45 The Green Archer

Fireworks all over the sky flashed in the night.

The bustling city was turned into ruins, and people's screams and wailing were everywhere.

Warriors in simple old Celtic attire are like robotic beasts hunting their 'citizens' everywhere.

This is not a city on the border, but it is also a city close to the border.

Because of the many kingdoms and the perennial wars, the border cities of any country in Ireland will generally arrange a large number of scouts.

After the first city was simply defeated, the city got news from the enemy. Although it was surprising that the well-prepared border city was destroyed in one day, it was not like the defense organized after underestimating the enemy's strength like last time. Much more effective than last time.

The enemy has already been attacking the city non-stop.

But with a complete organization, even if they were brave and endlessly attacked, they could only take down the area near the east city wall in one day.

"Hey, Archer, I can't stand it anymore!"

shouted the young man who covered himself under a dark green cloak.

In the firelight of the night, the young face under the cloak could be faintly seen, and the immature face was full of anxiety.

The front on the right is already crumbling.

This is the result of his joint efforts with that Archer.

Speaking of which, as an Archer, his behavior of calling another Archer was really strange, but only the other Archer could know that he was calling each other.

Even though he knew the other person's name, he didn't dare to call it.

He no longer knew that together with Archer, he had killed several servants just today, and that Assassin was sent by the Mad King to investigate the situation a few days ago.

This is already a brawl of multiple servants.

And according to the current news, the mad king of Ulster can still summon servants non-stop, as well as those beast soldiers who keep annoying them.

Once the real name is accidentally exposed, it will not be fun if you recruit servants with similar attributes.

He himself doesn't care, but the other Archer still needs to pay attention.

'Whoosh! '

A steady stream of bows and arrows shot from the red longbow.

Countless arrows rained down on the enemy, and every arrow took the life of at least one Celtic soldier.

He harvested the lives of his enemies almost by the passage of time.

But it was of no avail. If they were facing ordinary wars, the opponent's morale would have already collapsed at the speed of his killing, but they were facing mass-produced Celtic warriors produced by the Holy Grail. They only knew how to advance and kill.

The muscular man with black hair and slightly dark skin said hastily with a serious face.

"Leave it to me here, and you go help them."

Both of them are people who like to laugh and talk, but at this moment, facing this situation, neither of them can laugh, and neither of them can talk too much.

Every word you say takes up a lot of time.

If it weren't for the support of the two of them here, the defense here would have already collapsed.

"The heroic spirit of the opponent..."

"Just a few followers can't deal with me, you should pay attention to protect yourself."

The young man under the cloak hesitated for a while, but disappeared in place.

He's more of an Assassin than an Arhcer.

He is good at assassinating targets, especially in the forest. As long as he enters the forest, even the army will not be able to search and determine his location.

But in this way, he seemed extremely weak in the face of the frontal army.

When facing the enemy's scout Assassin a few days ago, he was able to block most of the opponent in the forest, but now he is still awake when facing the army.

The original plan was to let another Archer obstruct the enemy army. He looked for the enemy leader to assassinate, but he only saw endless crazy Celtic warriors along the way. It happened that another Archer was attacked by a local follower. Turn around to protect him.

He also understood the battle during this period of time.

Unless the person who made the Celtic warriors was killed, or the culprit Cu Chulainn was simply killed, they would continue to be fearless. This was an endless loop that had nothing to do with the commander.

And under such circumstances, it would be over if the other Archer died.

The dark green shadow kept moving through the crowd in the night, and every time it flashed, several Celtic warriors would fall down, and the killing efficiency was no less than that of Archer on the other side.

It's just that he himself knows that such a unit like himself can only last in seconds.

Moreover, this can only be done when the Celtic fighters have no brains.

But no matter what, the battlefield on the right barely held up.

"Hey, how are the civilians evacuating?"

After a short period of intensive killing, the soldiers on the right front re-stabilized the crumbling line of defense that had just been charged by the Celtic fighters.

Panting heavily, he retreated to the rear, and asked a soldier who seemed to be coming from the rear.