My Knights of the Round Table

Not a single sound came out.

The white mist was dyed blood.

The strong smell of blood drifted to the tip of Arthur's nose along with the mist. He sniffed and looked at the mist field that he could step into in front of him.

The stupid hair on the top of the head has already felt the danger and stood up.

He could feel that this was a more dangerous situation than Finn and Diarmuid joining forces.

The eyes have turned into the other party's comprehension.

"Assassin."

Each servant has his own way of fighting, and the job introduction will divide their relationship more clearly.

Assassin's weird fighting style can annoy him.

But this one...

The huge dense fog is more difficult for many heroic spirits than any Assassin, but for him who holds the holy sword, it is just a matter of one sword.

"It will be easy if you can put the holy sword."

Arthur sighed.

"I can only think about it."

There are so many people inside, and he still needs to deal with those heroic spirits.

Even if they don't need them, they won't be able to fight with the holy sword.

The right hand was entwined with Qingfeng, and the holy sword surrounded by the enchantment of the King of Wind appeared in his hand.

"here we go."

Arthur stepped into the fog.

……

On the other hand, Arash's position.

He was frowning in the thick fog.

Lying in front of him was a child whose heart had been pierced by his arrow, and was slowly turning into a golden spot of light and disappearing into the mist.

His unique way of disappearing reveals his identity.

Assassin.

It's just that Arash, who had killed the follower, didn't look well. He frowned and looked around vigilantly with his bow in hand.

This was already the seventh person he had killed.

From the first little girl at the beginning to the seventh little boy now, the seven of them are all young children without exception, and the only difference that frightens him is that the other party is getting stronger and stronger.

As the smell of blood in the thick fog intensified, it became stronger and stronger.

"hateful!"

Arash held the bow tightly and looked solemn.

The current situation does not know how to solve the other party.

The opponent is obviously a servant with multiple clones.

What's cunning is that the opponent is good at taking advantage of this and has been sending clones to entangle him, while his own body hunts and kills ordinary people who cannot resist by using the terrain in the dense fog.

His ability, his Noble Phantasm simply cannot cope with this situation.

As long as the other party doesn't come out, then he can't beat her.

Using the treasure can completely destroy it, but not to mention the huge side effects, if he uses the treasure to kill Assassin, all the people in the mist will be buried with him.

What is the value of that?

Sweet laughter like silver bells rang out from all over the riddle, like a stereo sound effect from all around.

"It's your turn!"

It was the girl's sweet voice, innocent and innocent, without any sense of murderer.

Without even thinking about it, Arash threw a bow towards the right, and the bow and arrow condensed by magic power shot straight into the white fog instantly like a shooting star.

'Bah! '

There was the sound of sharp objects colliding in the dense fog.

Arash fired several more bows.

The sound of arrows leaving the bow was heard one after another.

The speed at which he bent his bow was like a phantom, shooting dozens of arrows almost instantly.

This is a different attack method from Tristan.

Tristan's bow is a strange musical instrument, and her attack method is more gorgeous, weird and powerful than the simple and unpretentious one that focuses on quantity. The sound of the piano in the attack will also unconsciously affect the enemy.

This is related to the era and country in which the two lived.

Arash lived in a period of constant war.

It was a sixty-year war between ancient Persia and ancient Turan.

Arash, at that time was the most powerful assistant beside King Manucheher, the first archer of ancient Persia at that time, and the leader of the most elite archers of King Manucheher.

Compared with the number of Camelot Wars or the Irish Civil War, the number of fighters was exponentially multiplied.

Arash's bow shines on the battlefield.

To deal with a large number of ordinary fighters, the speed and quantity of arrows are more needed than power.

Tristan is a mighty knight.

What she needs is to deal with powerful enemies, and low-end fighters seldom deal with them personally. They simply destroy the opponent's morale and let their knights clean up the battlefield.

This has a lot to do with Meili's guidance to her.

Of course, although the usage of the bow is different from the focus, it would be ridiculous to say that one is inferior to the other, but Tristan is more suitable for small-scale battles and Arash is suitable for legion duels.

At least the current Tristan is not enough to say that she has the strength to beat Arash.

But there is no doubt that Arash was powerless at this time.

As the first bow was blocked by the opponent, Assassin quickly changed his position, and the tenth bow behind him fell into the open space behind without blocking.

Arash clenched his bow, but became quiet instead.

The little girl didn't continue to speak.

There was an eerie silence all around.

Arash quietly felt the flow of air around him, closed his eyes and moved his ears slightly.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, turned around and drew several bows.

'Bah! '

'Bah! '

The sound of the bow and arrow being blocked appeared one after another.

Apparently she was identified.

Arash did not relax at all, holding the bow vigilantly, did not continue to repeat the previous action and stared at the fog with his eyes open to see through it.

"cut."

The little girl snorted unhappily.

The terrifying murderous intent and bloody consciousness instantly enveloped Arash's heart.

Without even thinking about it, he shot several arrows to the right.

There was no sound of any weapons clashing, not even a dodge.

The threat of death enveloped Arash's heart instantly.

"I'm behind you."

A sweet female voice sounded behind him with laughter.

The girl appeared in mid-air behind him, jumping in mid-air, holding a dagger and stabbing the back of his neck with an innocent smile.

Archer being approached by Assassin?

The girl's eyes are full of confidence and a happy smile.

The man with his back to her was just another prey she killed, with a little bit of ability to resist.

lore.

It's just that the moment she lowered the dagger, the man holding the bow turned around very quickly.

The bow in his hand disappeared into the mist, and he turned around unarmed.

"Ugh?"

The girl was puzzled and looked at him in astonishment.

Archer doesn't hold a bow?

Could it be that he knew he was doomed and decided to give up and wait for death?Or is there still room for Archer to struggle after being approached by Assassin?

The ending of everything was clearly doomed when the mist was born and he was in it.

Chapter 367 Chapter 63 The Dispersed Fog

Everything after that is Assassin's personal playtime.

Everything in the dense fog is her prey.