Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

"Please step back a little, otherwise you may be affected by my Noble Phantasm." Gawain kindly reminded the solemn knights behind him.

After the people evacuated, Gao Wen drew his sword.

hum~

The flames swayed and burned all the surrounding vegetation to ashes. The sun hung in the sky at noon, and the sun was so bright that it was annoying.

【Number of the Saint】

Skill level: EX

Gawain has a special physique. The so-called number of saints is the sacred number 3 with special meaning in Celtic mythology. For the three hours from [-] am to noon, and the three hours from [-] pm to [-] pm, Gawain can play Triple the strength.

The Nightless Blessing of the Lion King made the sun always hang over Gawain's head, thereby exerting the effect of [The Number of the Saint].

Because of Hall's magic, Gawain was not affected by the forest miasma, and he was in excellent condition.

"A hero of the people..."

"For sinners like me who have abandoned the knight's creed, it is like a natural enemy. I have dedicated everything to the king, even if I stand in front of the people."

"This sword is to pay homage to heroes like you."

"Then, become ashes."

Gawain threw the revolving victory sword towards the sky. When the long sword coincided with the sun, the concept of the sun in the revolving victory sword was triggered by the method of distance and near.

buzz~

The raging flames ignited and turned into a small sun hanging above Gawain's head. The ground under his feet melted in a very short time, and the huge base like a clock was unfolded.

Following Gao Wen's reminder, the solemn knights who retreated felt the terrible heat burning their armor, turning it red, and retreated one after another.

Hall unfolded the magic barrier to isolate the high temperature, the magic eye continued to operate, and the spiritual calculation ability extracted a large amount of magic power from the body, making Hall's face appear abnormally rosy.

The Magic Eye is analyzing Gawain's Noble Phantasm and the concept of the sun.

"Sure enough, since it is the sister sword of the vowed victory sword, it cannot be a weapon made by humans." Hall muttered, and the magic eye analyzed that the mysterious concept contained in the wheel-running victory sword was only slightly inferior to the holy spear of the Lion King. .

The rotating victory sword fell from mid-air, Gao Wen swung it out the moment he caught it, and Gao Wen's real name of the treasure: "Excalibur Galatine!"

Infinite flames waved from the blade, spreading forward like ripples, and countless flames erupted from the ground and intertwined with it, engulfing the forest in front of them.

The flames released by the revolving victory sword burned up all substances or magic concepts, be it forests or traps, together with the miasma contained in the air.

The burning fire basically has no effect on monsters like Knights of the Round Table and Serious Knights.

The army of solemn knights continued to advance, and about 10 minutes away, through the burning forest, the knights of the round table came to a towering giant tree.

The forest fire is still continuing, and there is an open space with a radius of tens of meters in front. In the center is a towering tree. The trunk requires at least five people to hug it. The lush branches and leaves spread out, blocking most of the sunlight in the air.

Although the distance was too far, it was true that the flames released by the rotating victory sword were blocked.

In front of the giant tree, a servant in a dark green cloak turned his back to the Knights of the Round Table and touched the giant tree.

"It doesn't look like the Robin Hood in FGO."

Hall didn't feel it at all, the magic eye had observed that the giant tree was the core of the forest.

The knights of the round table came to the clearing.

Needless to say, Tristan plucked the bowstring, and the invisible blade pierced the air with a piercing screech.

唰~唰唰~

The opponent was unable to evade, or had no intention of evading at all. One arm was cut off directly, and blood spilled on the ground.

"The legendary Knights of the Round Table are really powerful. They destroyed all the traps I carefully set up with one sword."

He turned around indifferently, with the hood covering his face, and said loudly to the Knights of the Round Table, "Then let me introduce myself first. Compared to you, I am just an unknown forest hunter, and my name is Locksley."

"The round table of the Lion King, my king has already known your purpose and asked me to give you advice. If you continue to move forward, you will be an enemy of our expeditionary force. Please think carefully."

The only answer he received was the scream of the invisible blade, which took away one of his legs.

In the eyes of the knights of the round table, he is just an ant blocking the way, and there is no need for negotiation.

The king's order is to kill the enemy without mercy.

Loxley bowed calmly, and smiled at the Knights of the Round Table and announced: "No need to say more, then this body, this name, this giant yew tree, this piece of Sherwood Forest, I offer the king's advice."

He raised his right hand, held the crossbow and aimed at the towering giant tree behind him.

An arrow shot out, and the arrow stably penetrated into the giant tree.

The luxuriant branches and leaves of the giant tree withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body also turned into a blue-purple miasma and drifted away.

Hall stared at the changes in front of him, blood flowed out from the eye sockets of the magic eye, and bursts of severe pain penetrated into Hall's head, indicating that this area is undergoing tremendous changes, not superficially, but in-depth changes in the specifications that constitute the world. This then affects Hall's magic eye.

The yew tree, a sacred tree in Celtic and Norse mythology, is often regarded as the door to the underworld. If the yew tree is used to make bows and arrows, it is a ritual that integrates with the forest.

According to legend, Robin Hood used a bow and arrow to determine his burial place before his death, and the arrow hit a yew tree.

Hall instantly understood Robin Hood's intentions.

A Noble Phantasm activated by sacrificing the spiritual base, another great hero of Persia

In turn, I felt a headache again, because the power of self-explosive Noble Phantasms is often appalling.

Sensing the change in the surrounding environment, Tristan murmured to himself, "We should have killed him right from the start."

Hall shook his head and said, "It's meaningless to stop him. The prerequisite for the activation of this treasure is probably that the arrow hits the giant tree, or his death. That's why he behaved so calmly."

"I have a bad feeling." Gareth tensed his face.

This Flag stands really timely.

As if to confirm Gareth's Flag, the fire that burned the forest was gradually extinguished, and the daylight was also dimmed. A chill spread in the air, slowly condensing into frost.

Hall didn't dare to be careless, the servants summoned by the Lionheart King should be at least top-notch.

The Lionheart King is stronger than the Knights of the Round Table. Even if there are few enemies in the setting, he can kill at least two or three Knights of the Round Table. Thanks to Gareth's suicide attack, he barely died with them.

You must know that the knights of the round table are all first-class servants. After receiving the blessing of the Lion King, their strength is already very close to the TOP level.

To be able to fight multiple round tables, the strength of the Lionheart King is at least at the level of the hero king Gilgamesh.

After all, it is very likely that the Lionheart King was not used to deal with the Lion King in the first place. His enemy was Pharaoh Ozymandias, one of the three golden targets who took the Holy Grail of the Crusades.

Chapter 3 The Gate of the Underworld

"What happened?" Gareth asked tremblingly, hiding behind his brother Gawain and observing the surroundings, frightened by the changes in the forest like a frightened rabbit.

Gao Wen frowned: "The king's blessing has disappeared."

He can't feel the effect of [Holy One's Number].

Hall shook his head: "It's not disappeared, it's covered. This is the true face of this forest, a foreign world covering the surface of the world. The blessing of [Nightless] also has a similar effect. The world is overlapped, so there is only Nightless. The blessing fails."

Lancelot nodded solemnly: "Yes, I can still feel the king's blessing."

The gradually decaying forest gradually changed, and the soft rustling sound reached everyone's ears.

"What is that!" Gareth took a step back in fright. Although she was a Knight of the Round Table and was not afraid of killing enemies on the battlefield, she was as afraid of unknown things and bugs as all women.

Hall searched for his reputation, his eyes narrowed involuntarily, with a strange light.

Countless vines swam on the ground like poisonous snakes, gathered at the place where Loxley disappeared just now, and once again formed a human-shaped body, with vines as body and leaves as clothes, full of decay and death.

Loxley bowed to the Knights of the Round Table with a hoarse voice: "Welcome all of you from the Round Table to my grave, please allow me to pay my highest respect."

"It's sad. I heard that a hero who was used to rebel against the monarch? He was reduced to using such evil methods."

Tristan plucked the bowstring, the music sounded urgent, and the frantic invisible blades whipped up a storm, tearing the vine body of Loxri into pieces from all directions.

The smoke cleared, and Locksley's figure walked out intact, and he replied indifferently: "Do you know why I chose this place to set up a trap?"

Ka~ Kacha~ Kaka~

The forest surrounded by the breath of death suddenly undergoes changes. Human corpses crawl out of the ground, with strange red light shining in their eyes, thirsting for the souls of the living.

"Not long ago, there was a war here, maybe it can't be called a war, it's just a unilateral massacre of heretics by the expeditionary force."

"Women, the elderly, children, and even infants were all executed for insignificant crimes."

"Hatred, anger, despair, sadness, human evil and death still remain."

"This is the place closest to death (underworld), and the most suitable place to set traps."

The knights of the round table were obviously not interested in listening to his explanation. The solemn knights formed a formation, and shot arrows from their longbows to shatter the corpses. Lancelot stepped forward holding his sword. The sword body was covered with a light blue light, which was the height of magic power. The concentrated vision sacrifices destructive power and killing range in exchange for absolute accuracy and penetration.

The difference is like a cold weapon and a cutting machine.

Hall was amazed at Lancelot's exquisite control of magic power, and estimated that even the magic barrier he had arranged would be like paper in front of Lancelot's treasure.

Hall quickly formulated methods and magic to deal with Lancelot's Noble Phantasm. Although they may not be used, there is always nothing wrong with taking precautions.

"Then let me learn the martial arts of the Knights of the Round Table." Locksley responded sullenly, pointing at Lancelot's location.

Hula la la~

The slender vines curled up like poisonous snakes, intertwined into huge waves and rushed towards Lancelot. The terrifying death beast opened its mouth and was about to swallow its prey in one gulp.

Lancelot didn't stop at one step, and didn't waver at all, raising the indestructible lake light and leaving a blue afterimage.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

With a crisp sound, all the vines were cut off by Lancelot. The swiftness of the movement was beyond human imagination. What moved Hall even more was the precision of his movements. Almost every sword was in line with Hall's magic eye spirit. The best counterattack method calculated by the sub-calculus function.

Lancelot moved neatly, his body calmly walked through the defensive net made up of countless vines, and the dazzling sword light was like a meat grinder, chopping up all the incoming vines until he came in front of Locksley, full of blood. He looked at the vine man in front of him with displeasure.

He knew that even if he cut off the head of the vine man in front of him, he probably wouldn't be able to eliminate him.

Swish swish!

In just one second, Lancelot swung dozens of swords, the afterglow flickered, and the blue sword light crushed Locksley's body into pieces.

Lancelot, the strongest Knight of the Round Table in Britain, was able to drag him through the evening even under the pursuit of Triple Gawain, until the effect of the [Saint's Number] disappeared and he was seriously injured.

Hall didn't rest either. The magic eye analyzed the operation of the alien world. As Hall expected, the huge yew tree was the core of the alien world at that moment.

The Rocksley spirit base that was beheaded by Lancelot merged into the giant tree, and then regenerated.

"Interesting, even a servant of the Caster class may not be able to create such a perfect alien world, even surpassing the level of a temple."

This place combines the concepts of the forest and the underworld, endowing the forest with life, endowing the forest with death, and evolving into a state similar to a dead body.

This is a dead world, a dead forest, so there is no death itself, no concept of death, no matter how many times it is destroyed, it can be reborn.

The core of maintaining this world is the giant yew tree that is rooted here and nourished from the resentment and death of the countless dead buried here.

This is a trap treasure that is ingenious enough to amaze a magician of Hall's level, and it is also a sublimation of the death deeds in the legend of the folk hero named Robin Hood.

To this world, the Knights of the Round Table belong to the invaders, and Robin Hood's deeds originated from his resistance to the invaders.

The reenactment of historical legends, the right time, the right place, and the people are all standing on the side of Robin Hood and on the side of Locksley.

"Mr. Huoer, have you seen anything?" Gawain asked calmly. He had been observing Hall. The knights of the round table present were basically not good at dealing with magicians or similar enemies. The only one they could rely on was Hall. A magician recognized by the king.

Hall's magic eye always gave him an uncomfortable feeling, as if all secrets could not be hidden under Hall's magic eye.

Hall shrugged: "The core of this world is the giant yew tree, which symbolizes the gate of the underworld, and the dead bodies here are all resurrected because the gate of the underworld is opened."

"Is it enough to destroy the yew tree?"

"You can't say that. This is the underworld, and there is no concept of death... Anyway, if you can do it, I will find a way to seal it later."

During the conversation, sudden changes occurred.

More vines gushed out from the ground, and they were not in a hurry to attack Lancelot, gathering into familiar figures of the Knights of the Round Table one after another.

At this moment, Agguiwen, who had been observing the situation, couldn't keep calm, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his gloomy expression became even colder.

Gareth covered his mouth and took a step back, exclaiming in disbelief: "Gareth!"

Tristan sighed: "It's really sad that our former colleagues at the round table have fallen to this."

The vines are all compatriots killed by their own hands not long ago.

I don't know if I have a cold or something, but I felt dizzy when I woke up this morning.

His mind was blank, and he managed to squeeze out some thoughts after taking a hot bath.

So I'm sorry, I'm taking a day off today, and I'll make an update for now.