Dimension: Beginning with Contract Bella and Orpheus / Dimensional Judgment Comes

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However, just when the beam of light was about to hit Diarmuid, seven cherry blossom shields opened on its side.

Seeing that his attack was resisted, Mordred frowned.

"Phew, I'm saved."

Diarmuid breathed out lightly.

It's not that he is cowardly.

How could a flintlock be able to stop a cannon, but it is still a cannon that can be adjusted at will.

"gae dearg"

Seizing the opportunity, Diarmuid threw the red spear in his hand!

"Humph."

Mordred snorted coldly.

The beam of light dissipated, directly splitting the demon-breaking red rose into the air.

"How many people are there, come out!"

Mordred glanced around and said loudly.

Many solemn knights walked slowly behind Mordred.

Quiet Hassan, who was hiding in the dark, looked puzzled.

Why did these people save her.

hum-

At this moment

A golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, and these lights gradually condensed into a beam of light.

"That is!"

Mordred's pupils shrank.

A dull voice sounded in the void.

"ex-calibur!"

Mordred, who came back to his senses, hastily raised the shining king sword Clarent in his hand.

Liberation treasure.

"Clarent blood arthur (rebellion against my magnificent father)!"

The red thunder condensed and turned into a red beam of light.

Facing the top, the sword of the oath came to welcome it heavily!

"These two people, without even saying hello, started talking to each other."

On the wheel of Kamui, Iskandar couldn't help shaking his head.

The attack stopped after 2 minutes.

Mordred looked at the man walking out of the dust seriously.

To be precise, it is the holy sword in the man's hand.

"Who are you, why is my king's holy sword in your hands!"

"Which holy sword are you talking about?"

The treasure of the king emerges.

Dozens of long swords emerged.

These are holy swords located in various myths.

Mordred: "..."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Looking at Mordred's face which became more and more ugly, Ling Yuan stopped and said.

"Mordred, we're here to fetch you."

"Pick me up? Where are you going?"

"Go to your mother."

Mordred: "..."

"Um, I didn't scold you, I meant to fuck you, bah, to King Arthur."

"King Arthur, so to speak, is really the father!"

"Let's go now!" Mordred took a step forward.

next second

He was stopped by two big swords.

Mordred frowned, looking at the solemn knights on both sides: "What are you going to do?"

These solemn knights were speechless, and slowly surrounded the crowd.

"Ah, Mordred, I am so sad that you have betrayed your oath again."

At this time, a sullen voice sounded.

A man with long red hair and closed eyes slowly walked over with a harp in hand.

Chapter 454 The Holy Lance Lungomiard

"Tristan, what are you doing here, this is my area of ​​responsibility."

Mordred frowned.

Obviously, she was very dissatisfied with Tristan's meddling.

"This should be me asking you, knight Mordred, if you want to betray the Lion King." Tristan said flatly with his eyes closed.

"I just want something to be confirmed!"

"Really? I am very sad, after all, you cannot escape the curse of fate." Tristan shook his head.

"Don't talk about this with me, there is only one king I want to serve and follow!"

"But you betrayed her."

"You guy, do you want to die?"

The helmet instantly covered his face, and Mordred, who was holding the great sword, was full of anger.

But in an instant, Xiao Mo's big sword was suppressed by two big swords.

"Go away!"

The irritable Xiao Mo hacked the two solemn knights to death with a single sword.

"Mordred, I'm very sad, you betrayed that one again." Tristan slowly opened his eyes, easily dodging Oh Mordred's attack.

(Because the cannibalism between the round tables was unsuccessful, so no self-destructive eyes.)

Because he regretted leaving the round table during his lifetime, this time he chose to fulfill his unfulfilled loyalty.

In order to let his sentimental self carry out the king's order without hesitation, he chose the blessing of "reversal", becoming a cold-blooded beast who abandoned his heart and only fought for the Lion King.

Blessing is not driven by one's own will.

So now he is an unquestionable enemy.

"Well, although I don't know what happened to you, but the Lion King is fake, right?" Iskandar touched his head and said.

"Om-"

Tristan looked at Iskandar, his slender index finger fluctuated, and the void vibrated

Iskandar's pupils shrank, and he slashed at the void with his sword.

Bah!

Sparks explode in the void.

"Hey, this little brother looks fair and clean, and has a very bad temper."

Iskandar blocked Tristan's attack.

Missing a hit, Tristan played the strings continuously.

Several vacuum arrows flew out.

Weber was so frightened that he hugged Iskandar's thigh tightly.

"An invisible attack? The little girl's subordinates are all monsters." Iskandar couldn't help but said.

Relying on the excellent skills of fighters and the instinct of bloody battles, Diarmuid and Iskandar kept waving the weapons in their hands.

Take Tristan's attacks one by one.

This made Tristan stop what he was doing.

"I see, do you think you have the power to resist the king?"

"I am very sad... Mordred, I will take you back to be judged by the king. Before that, please be quiet."

Immediately, several solemn knights rushed towards Xiao Mo.

"Bah!"

Suddenly, the void exploded

Several solemn knights who were about to approach Xiao Mo exploded on the spot, turning into light spots and dissipating.

Tristan raised his head, his gray eyes fixed.

Ling Yuan slowly loosened the bowstring of the bow-shaped ending sword.

"I think you don't seem to understand the current situation, Sir Tristan."

In the void, a golden halo appeared all over the sky.

Stretch out the A-level treasure from inside.

"May I ask you, sad knight Tristan, to accept King Arthur's trial?"

Tristan: "..."

laugh!

crackling sound

The Noble Phantasm shot out, killing more than a dozen solemn knights in an instant.

Looking at the treasures staggered beside him, Tristan slowly raised his head.

The tip of the sword of vowed victory was just one centimeter in front of his eyebrows.

Feeling the familiar breath coming from the holy sword, Tristan's pupils shrank: "excalibur..."

Finally, Tristan let go of the hand that was plucking the strings.

"It's good to understand."

Snapped

With a crisp snap of the fingers, the Golden City disappeared, and the sword of vowed victory aimed at Tristan's brow slowly sank into the King's Treasure.

"This is the end?"

"Xiao Mo, Tristan, let's go."

"Don't call me so close, we don't know each other well." Mordred said indifferently.

Although he said so, he still put away his weapon and followed.

Tristan followed silently.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you."

Ling Yuan, who was about to leave, paused and looked towards the dark corner.