My Knights of the Round Table

Cu Chulainn glanced at her.

He felt helpless to his mother who was obsessed with Arthur.

But it's my own mother.

He wanted to get rid of Arthur sooner so his mother wouldn't be so stubborn, but he knew he'd have to wait until he hit Camelot at least, and that wouldn't even get rid of him.

This was, after all, the time of King Arthur.

If King Arthur is resolved in this era, it is estimated that no one can stop him.

King Arthur himself would not let him kill easily.

He had been feeling that he was holding back that day.

He was worried that there were other heroic spirits hiding in the dark, just like the Arjuna he saw that day, as if he had kept his hand waiting for his full strength.

"Is there really nothing you can do about Finn's journey?"

Dektel frowned and asked his child.

She doesn't know anything about war, let alone duels between heroic spirits. Apart from blindly believing that no one can defeat her child, she doesn't know the difference in strength between heroic spirits.

"Finn and Diarmuid can't beat him together. I guess Diarmuid's treasure made Arthur have scruples and let them go."

Cu Chulainn said flatly.

Dektel frowned, and asked unwillingly, "The betrayed witch?"

"If she was an adult, even I would have a headache, but she is just a little girl, and the level of healing is good."

Dektel bit her lip tightly.

Cu Chulainn just watched.

To be honest, he prefers to let Arthur quickly gather the heroic spirits to find him.

That would save him the trouble of catching the eel-like Arthur.

I don't know whether it was affected by his mother Dektel's nagging every day, or he was stimulated by his own corpse and death stories in this world. He has been waiting for the decisive battle with Arthur in his heart.

"No, you can't let him go so smoothly."

Dektel frowned tightly, she didn't have the patience of her own son.

Even, she thinks about the pain of the past every day.

Letting the culprit who killed her own child live in this world for a day is a kind of torture to her.

"My Setant, how long will it take for the northern troops to settle down?"

"She's doing a good job, and she can hit the destination in a few days."

"Then don't go on, let her go directly to her father, okay?"

Cu Chulainn was slightly taken aback.

It wasn't because she suddenly changed her decision, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that it was more in line with his mother's behavior to let her meet him in the final battle.

He was indifferent to those things.

A duel between father and daughter?

When the father saw his grown-up daughter turned into a killing machine and had to kill her, he fought with himself in grief and anger?

Thinking of this, Cu Chulainn only felt a chill.

He is obsessed with fighting and killing, and Arthur is his most important opponent in this world.

What he was looking forward to was the final decisive battle between himself and him, allowing the other heroic spirits to fight to their heart's content, a one-on-one decisive battle between himself and him without being disturbed by outsiders until one of them died.

He doesn't want to have a showdown with a guy who is only angry and loses his mind.

"can."

It just so happens that you don't need to see that scene, Cu Chulainn simply responded.

Dektel laughed happily and gave the order.

"Let the northern army send her to lead a team to hold him back, let that one lead that one out of here, go find him, and finish him off."

Cu Chulainn frowned.

She and that one are existences with the same specifications as Artemis.

He didn't care too much, but the two people's original decision was to suddenly release and defeat them when Arthur led the heroic spirits to attack confidently.

But seeing his mother's slightly crazy smile, he didn't say much.

"can."

"Release Assassin, let Finn and the others cooperate with Assassin to stop them at all costs, then let Mordred go to find her father, and let him get rid of him when he understands my original feelings."

Thinking of the scene that will happen in the near future, Dektel smiled happily.

Chapter 362 Brother Fifty-Eight The Strange Fog

Cu Chulainn glanced at his mother, wanted to say something but still didn't say it.

During the match that day, he knew that Arthur must be hiding something.

His intuition told him that the hole card he hid was terrifying, so terrifying that even if the legendary hero who passed the twelve trials and even surpassed the gods went there, he might be killed twelve times in a row.

If it was the original self, he would definitely tell her.

But Cu Chulainn just glanced at his mad mother.

fair enough.

Just to see what his hole cards are, then we will have a real one-on-one decisive battle with him.

He no longer looked at his smiling mother, but at the dark doorway.

I hope you won't disappoint me, Arthur.

Let me see your hole cards, your confidence.

……

Arthur stood on a towering hill, the wind blowing wantonly on his fluffy blond hair.

This is the tallest mountain in the vicinity.

In the distance, a long dragon made up of people can be seen, marching forward on the plain.

Almost all the living people left in the city came.

Mainly it was Count Pokel's consent.

He brought many knights and soldiers who followed him, and the remaining soldiers who wanted to stay had nothing to do-their number was not enough to support the city, so they had to follow.

So in this way, no matter whether the person is willing to go with him or not, everyone has to leave with him in order to survive.

It's time to rest after midnight of the trip.

Arthur stood on the mountain and checked his surroundings.

It was mostly woods, and Robin Hood was not too worried when he checked in there.

Although Robin Hood's strength as a heroic spirit is not enough at the current stage, he is first-rate in both concealment and detection abilities in the forest.Any disturbance in the forest cannot escape his ears.

He is responsible for observing the open field in the distance.

After looking at it for a while, Arthur didn't find anything unusual, so he simply picked a big rock and sat him on it, and when he was annoyed by the wind, he put a wind barrier to block it.

After watching for a while, he leaned against the rock wall and looked up at the moon in the sky.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, exuding brilliance.

In the past, there was always a warm feeling when looking at it. Occasionally, the goddess of the moon that I thought of was also a noble and cool beauty. Now when I think of Artemis, the image is quite suitable, but the clingy appearance makes him uncomfortable when looking at the moon again. a feeling of.

"It's probably because the breasts are too big."

The moon reached the top unconsciously.

A faint mist filled the forest and plain at some point.

Arthur, who hadn't felt anything strange before, glanced at it in a daze, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Ireland is surrounded by the sea and there is plenty of moisture in the air.

In such an environment, it is not normal for the fog to rise early at midnight, but it does not make Arthur, who is half asleep, feel strange, but it is not normal for him to be unable to see through this thick fog.

"Heroic Spirit?"

Arthur sat up from the rock and took another careful look.

A dense white fog was born at midnight.

It was even thicker than the thickest fog in the morning, making it impossible for him to see through it, and he could even feel the activation of magic around him.

"problem occurs."

Arthur no longer hesitated, and jumped from the mountain hundreds of meters high.

At a height of several hundred meters, without any buffer, it hit the ground hard.

'Boom! '

The foothold had sunk and cracked so that no original traces could be seen, and the surrounding ground also trembled violently as he landed, and the aftermath spread far away.

The loud noise was even heard by large troops several miles away.

And Arthur fell from a height of hundreds of meters without any defense, but he jumped out of the pit as if nothing happened, and ran towards the camp.

……

A thick fog filled the camp.

Traveling at night, just after the war, they only rested for half a day and continued to travel for several hours without rest. After finally stopping, everyone seized the time to rest.