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The periphery of the Tower of Ending.

In a block suspended in the air by the power released by the Holy Lance, Tristan Knight was fighting fiercely with the three Hassans.

The cold and dry skull mask and the black robe.

The number of old men in the mountains who surrounded only one knight of the round table exceeded one hundred.

One after another, the bone masked assassins rushed towards Tristan one after another.

Swah——

In just an instant, Tristan's shadowless arrow shot through Hassan who was approaching him.

No one knows how he does this, whether he hears or smells.

Or maybe after receiving the blessing of [Reversal], he actually found those clear eyes that surpassed everything.

"...I am very sad now."

Tristan closed his eyes tightly, and said to the three of them: "Do you...do you think you can win me with just 'such a small' quantity?

There is a high price to be paid for such rude thoughts.I'm very, very concerned about whether you guys can afford it.

Cut off the limbs, tear the internal organs, and leave only the head. Before that, please do your best not to die. "

"Maybe? We won't accept any mercy, handsome man." Hassan's face showed a sinister sneer under his mask.

Tranquil Hassan expressionless, murmured in a low voice: "Everything...is the master's intention. Please go to die."

Hassan, the cursed wrist, slowly unwrapped the bandage wrapped around the monster's wrist: "Tristan, only you... will never forgive.

I want to sacrifice your life to the souls of the dead! "

At the same time, the Baimao Hassans raised their short knives one after another: "Let me, Baimao, tell you that despising us as soldiers is the reason for your defeat!"

"..."

With a tense face, Tristan stretched out his slender, feminine fingers towards the bowstring [string].

A hundred shadows rushed towards him at the same time, the black robe was like wings, and its speed had obviously reached the speed of sound.

however--

Tristan's arrow speed is even higher than that.

The air blade, which cannot be caught by the naked eye, cuts through the air and rushes forward rapidly, splitting the incoming throwing knives and crushing a large number of enemies at the same time.

"Ugh-!"

"Uh!!"

"Cough ha—!!"

The screams were endless, embellishing the quiet streets of the Holy City.

A large amount of blood was splashed on the marble floor, and the bodies of the old people in the mountains were cut into pieces of flesh in mid-air and on the ground without exception.

After dozens of deaths, the Hassans gradually understood that what the bow knight shot was neither arrows nor blades, but threads.

Using the strings of a harp [Failnaught], Tristan flicks the air away by vibrating the strings, emitting a sharp vacuum.

Angle adjustment and arrow speed, most importantly reload speed is extraordinary.

No matter how fast a hero is, it is almost impossible to avoid them all.

It must be impossible to fight against if you don't use methods such as transferring your own body out of the range, or jumping in dimensions.

"……Humph."

The noble knight who became bloodthirsty due to the reversal, his smiling eyes are full of ferocity and cruelty.

The unilateral slaughter continues.

"...This is No.90. You have a hundred clones.

Looking at the way you are going to die, I thought there would be some kind of trump card or strategy... It's outrageous. "

While speaking, he lightly plucked the strings.

"Uh uh uh... ah!!!"

Hassan, a giant man who had sprinted about five meters in front of Tristan, was cut in half by the invisible blade.

On the other hand, Hassan the Cursed Wrist hid in a safe place in the fog, and shot the dagger at the knight without saying a word.

For an assassin, no matter how many kinsmen die in battle, they can maintain calm.

The throwing dagger that consumes Tristan's stamina is also an invisible arrow used to measure knights.

If the enemy is a huge enemy that cannot be defeated, then the victory will be decided by a one-hit kill.

For Curse Arm Hassan, the dagger is nothing more than a deployment before the real "kill".

Using the dagger to predict the bow's range and trajectory, while consuming the user's stamina.

Direct the battle to the best timing, and defeat it with the Noble Phantasm.

More than twenty short knives have been thrown, and without exception, they were cut into pieces when they were ten meters away from the Knights of the Round Table.

"That leaves ten people left. No, we have finally reached a number that can be counted with one hand.

As you can see, I was unharmed.What a waste of time. "

The leader of Baimao suddenly put his hands on his hips and chuckled softly: "Do you really think so?"

Rumbling--

The ceiling above Tristan's head suddenly shattered, and the thick purple liquid poured over his body like a waterfall.

"Hmm...!? Impossible, this is...!?"

Facing the onslaught from above, Tristan fell to his knees.

"...I am Quiet Hassan."

Jing Jing jumped down from the ceiling.

"This is the flower of poison that blooms at night, this area has been flooded with my poison.

You didn't suppress His Excellency Baimao, you were just played by His Excellency Baimao and His Excellency Cursed Wrist.

The two of them deliberately provoked this extreme battle in order to prevent you from noticing my disappearance and to gain time for me to set up poison traps. "

"poison……"

Tristan covered his face and let out a muffled sound.

"You said poison...you, treat me!"

"That's right, there is no blond Isolde here! Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table!"

Cursed Arm Hassan roared excitedly: "You, the undefeated archer, died of poisoning! Betrayed a woman, and was betrayed by that woman!

For a heroic spirit like you, poison is an irresistible destiny!

For a man who slaughtered a large number of mountain people and even wanted to kill his compatriots, this was a worthy ending! "

Quiet Hassan came to Tristan with a dagger in hand, looking down at him with emotionless purple eyes.

"The fate of the white hand [Isolde] is approaching you step by step. Take your life—"

The moment Quiet Hassan swung the dagger down, Tristan sighed quietly.

"Ahh... this is so sad."

With the relentless announcement, the air was split in two.

The invisible string cut Serenity Hassan's wrist and cut open her bone mask, and the pure face under the mask was full of shock.

"Hey?"

Got countered.

Tristan wasn't dying...it couldn't be.

After accepting Rhodes' magic power, the toxin that Serenity Hassan could prepare would not be impossible to poison even a dragon.

And this man should be more afraid of poison than anyone else.

Tristan rose slowly from the ground.

"The blessing [Gift] I have been given is [Reversal]. Although this is to make me a beast without confusion at all..."

"Could it be that……!"

"Yes, its characteristic is to reverse everything. So for me now, only poison is completely useless."

The Sons of Sorrow put their fingers on the strings.

"—Then, please die in peace, everyone."

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296 Chalk cracks, dark revival

On the outer wall of the Great Temple of King Osmandis, Mordred and Xuanzang Sanzang are about to decide the winner.

On one side is the murderous intent and hatred that break through the sky, and on the other side is the kindness that seems to wrap all the common people in the world with tenderness.

Xuanzang Sanzang's long black hair was blown up by a breeze from nowhere, and the golden light radiated from her feet.

The holy monk bowed with one hand and recited the mantra full of magic power calmly and sadly.

"If this exists, then that exists. If this arises, then that arises."

The eminent monk girl narrowed her eyes, and the memory that was accidentally lost when she came to the singularity gradually recovered.

I remembered the hardships when I climbed the Marble Mountains.

Nine nine 81 difficulties flashed back in my mind like a revolving lantern.

Keeping the palm shape of the hand, Xuanzang Sanzang silently recited the teachings of the Buddha in his heart.