hero?it must be me

The sound of metal and iron colliding was mixed with Sanzang's scream.

"Miss Sanzang!"

"Wow... I'm fine! Matthew, look ahead!"

Sanzang, who staggered a few steps, yelled vigorously after blocking the vicious blow for Mash with his Zen stick.

At the same time, Bedivere, holding a spear, stepped in, finally bringing Tristan into his effective attack range.

When it comes to sword skills and spear skills, Bedivere's sword skills are better than his spear skills.

But facing Tristan, he still chose to pick up a three-meter-long spear.

the reason is simple.

With only the sword, even if he fights side by side with everyone, it will be difficult for him to break through to the distance where he can touch Tristan with the blade!

"Drink!"

Without hesitation, Bedivere aimed a shot at Tristan's one arm.

He was not confident that he could stab Tristan in the eye socket or mouth, not because his spear skills were not good enough, but because his opponent was Tristan, who had received the blessing of the Lion King.

If he couldn't hit the eye socket or the mouth, then even if he hit the spear by chance, it would definitely not be able to pierce Tristan's skull.

Superficial flesh wounds cannot affect Tristan, and Bedivere knows this very well.

So instead of attacking a part that has little effect, it is better to attack Tristan's only remaining arm, forcing him to stop playing the demon string, and even make him have to abandon the demon string in his hand!

Sure enough, in the face of Bedivere's attack, Tristan immediately raised his single arm that plucked the string, and grabbed the gun head.

The one-armed bad influence on Tristan is great.

The most basic thing is to almost abolish his high-speed combat ability.

When his limbs are sound, he can move at high speed while playing the demon string, giving full play to the advantages of high agility.

But now, with one arm, if he wanted to pluck the string, he had to temporarily stabilize the demon string in his hand.

Although his legs are still there, he can still dodge and shuttle with ease in the face of an attack, but he can no longer use such tactics as A and flying a kite.

This is also an important reason why Matthew and the others are able to share equal shares with Tristan under the joint efforts of the others.

Unable to attack while moving, it became extremely difficult for Tristan to break through Mash's shield.

And Bedivere and Jing Mi seized the opportunity to attack from time to time, which also made Tristan have to be distracted to deal with it.

but--

"Squeak."

With a tooth-piercing sound, the metal wall was unscrewed from the barrel of the gun.

But Bedivere was not bent by this force, because he had already released the gun barrel ahead of time.

This is not the first time such a scene has been staged. After being rescued by Jing Mi once, Bedivere will naturally not make the same mistake again.

Having lost his spear, Bedivere immediately pulled out the battle sword that he had carried behind his back early, and continued to chop at Tristan's one arm.

But this time, Tristan didn't take it hard.

He picked up the Yaoxian, stepped back, and at the same time dodged the three poisonous darts aimed at the neck from Jing Mi who didn't know where.

With this step back, Bedivere opened up a distance that was difficult for Bedivere to catch up in the first place.

Fortunately, having one arm slowed Tristan's plucking.

When he plucked the demon string again, Matthew had already seized the opportunity to rush forward, blocking another round of sonic blades with his shield.

"You don't even have a decent treasure, how can you hurt me? Maybe it's not that you don't respond to the king's call, but that you are not qualified to be summoned by the king, Sir Bedivere, ah...it's sad .”

Tristan said so, but there was a faint smile on his face.

"The toxin didn't work."

Tranquility quietly appeared beside Lixiang: "It may also be the first poison dart that hit him, and the poison contained is not enough."

"I'm afraid it's not that the poison is not enough, but that the poison itself can't work on him."

While harassing Tristan's actions with various types of magic bullets, Da Vinci beside Lixiang said: "It stands to reason that Tristan should not only be resistant to toxins, but toxins should also be his weakness, but now Judging from this situation, we can only attribute this unreasonableness to the blessing of the Lion King."

"At this point, Lixiang, what do you decide to do?"

"..."

Li Xiang, who was paying attention to the battlefield, subconsciously turned to Bedivere.

It was as if he had noticed Lixiang's thoughts, or maybe he had already made a decision himself.

When Lixiang looked over, he met Bedivere's gaze directly.

Their eyes met, and after a moment of silence, Lixiang nodded.

Bedivere looked back.

His right arm, which was like a work of art, clenched into a fist.

In the eyes looking at Tristan, the determination burned even more vigorously.

"Matthew, cover please."

"Mr. Bedwell—"

Before Matthew could say more, Bedivere suddenly turned over, revealing his figure from behind the large shield.

Tristan had no particular reaction to this.

In his opinion, this time will not be much different from the previous few times.

But it was just using that kind of clumsy tactics to slow down Matthew's defensive pressure.

And when he saw Bedivere pull out a long spear thrown from behind again, charging towards him with a long spear in one hand and a long sword in the other, he was even more convinced that his judgment was correct.

(It’s okay, with the king’s blessing, let’s spend as much as we want. They will be the first to show their flaws due to exhaustion.)

With this in mind, Tristan raised his arm.

As if it was yesterday, once again, Tristan caught the spear that Bedivere had stabbed.

But then, to Tristan's surprise, Bedivere did not choose to slash with his sword, but threw the long sword towards his face.

There was a trace of uneasiness in his heart, but in the moment between the battles, Tristan didn't think about it, but naturally turned his head to avoid the long sword——

"Silver Arm!"

At this very moment, Bedivere, who was advancing instead of retreating, roared angrily.

His right arm, which seemed to be wearing a magnificent armor, suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light!

"Varied--"

Tristan finally realized something was wrong.

But this distance is too late!

"—cut it open!"

-

The brilliance gradually faded away.

On the back of the Great Temple, there is a circular gap with a diameter of more than ten meters.

Even if the flames disappeared, the outline of the gap was still expanding.

The special building material full of magic power and harder than industrial alloys is like boiled syrup at this moment, exuding billowing heat under the sunlight, dripping and spreading under the pull of gravity.

And looking out along the gap, in the vast desert, a beam of molten fire more than ten meters wide, rising from the Great Temple, went straight to the horizon at the end of the desert.

Even the farthest sandstorm is like a piece of sponge cake that has been cut in two, with the long road of molten fire as the boundary, clearly dividing it into two sides.

And at the source of all this, at the starting point of the long road of molten flames, a tall figure, bathed in sunlight and heat waves, slowly put away his right fist.

——When Nitocris, who couldn't hold back, broke into the Great Temple, she saw such a scene.

She didn't know what to say for a while.

Fortunately, someone spoke first and broke the silence.

"how?"

Zheng Qi asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

"...I didn't expect to be able to reach such a level."

In the Great Temple, the voice of Osmandis echoed.

"Is this what you call a solution?"

"The root of your immortality and regenerative ability is not so much the Holy Grail, but the connection between the Holy Grail and the Great Temple."

Zheng Qi said: "I don't understand magic and magic, but now that I'm aware of this, the solution is obvious."

"I just need to tear down this great temple."

No, no, how could it be possible to draw such a conclusion normally? !

—— Nitocris, who was listening, came back to her senses, and this thought came to her mind immediately.

"……Humph."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Laughter is unprecedented fun.

In the unrepaired Great Temple, the scattered radiance gathered the figure of Osmandis.

Standing together with Zheng Qi on the ground of the Great Temple, he put his hands on his hips, looked up to the sky and laughed.

"What never changes?"

"What immortal body?"

"What divine power?"

"If you don't like it, just smash it!"

"You did a good job! You did a good job! Hahahahahaha!"

"In order to reward you, I have good news and bad news, so I will give you the power to choose which one to listen to first!"

"..."

Zheng Qi looked at Osmandis with a happy face: "Let's tell the good news first."

"Yu decided to help you!"

"What about the bad news?"

"You can't take the Holy Grail back!"

"?"

"If you want to ask why—"

Osmandis said with a hearty face: "Just now, the Holy Grail has been smashed by your own hands!"

"...?"

[He is right. 】

Magic Code patted the back of Zheng Qi's head lightly with its tail a few times.

[The so-called holy grail is, in a sense, nothing more than a collection of huge magical powers. 】

"..."

Zheng Qi rubbed his eyebrows and sighed.

"That...although I still have some..."

Nitocris said in a low voice: "In this way, will we form an ally with Zheng Qi and Chaldea's group? Pharaoh Osmandis."

"It is enough to understand this, Nitocris!"

Osmandis nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, Zheng Qi, you have beautifully completed what the master of Chaldea entrusted to you."