Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

Before the Round Table Expeditionary Force could take a breath from the trap set by Robin Hood, they encountered the enemy again.

It was an army of living people, formed into a dense mass of black people, and its number was at least several times that of the solemn knights.

Hall activated the far-sighted ability of the magic eye and saw that most of the soldiers were wearing white robes and chainmail. The army's flags and cloaks had cross patterns painted on them.

Hall's eyes froze. They should be the famous Crusades in history.

Long before the Lion King came to this world, the Crusade was absorbed by the Lionheart.

Chapter 3 Humanoid Gundam

In the barren wasteland, the two armies faced off, thousands of meters apart.

The Crusaders occupy a favorable high ground, as if anticipating the arrival of the Round Table Expeditionary Army and waited here. At the end of Hall's vision, there are rows of cavalry standing on the high ground.

On the side of the knights of the round table, the huge solemn knights lined up neatly, and it was cold and chilling.

Number and terrain are the overwhelming advantages of the Crusaders.

It's a pity that the enemies of the Crusaders are the Knights of the Round Table from the Age of Gods, and each of them can be regarded as a humanoid Gundam.

Hall could already foresee what would happen next, and silently mourned for the poor crusader.

Among other things, Hall is very curious about how a mortal body can hurt the iron cans of the solemn knights. Hall tested the hardness of the armor of the solemn knights when he was idle and bored, let alone cutting with swords. Even if you find a submachine gun from modern times, it may not be able to break through the defense.

The blacksmithing technology of the round table is much stronger than that of modern times.

If the knights of the round table are prototypes, the tens of thousands of solemn knights are mass-produced Gundams.

Huh?

Hall's magic eye continued to observe the crusaders, and his eyes were somewhat surprised, and he found that the crusaders were not unprepared.

Strips of faint white light enveloped the crusaders' bodies. It was an enhanced magic based on the church's magic foundation. The magic eye quickly analyzed the effect of the magic.

This is not surprising, the church can compete with the Magic Association, and has been hunting down heretic magicians and blood-sucking species since the beginning of modern times. In a sense, the church that operates in the name of God belongs to human orthodoxy. .

In the Middle Ages, the power of theocracy was greater than that of kings, and the Crusaders were composed of church soldiers.

"This is... no wonder it's like this, I'm not a human anymore."

The analysis of the magic eye had results, and Hall's face looked a little ugly. It was not a clever magic. The effect was quite useful, but it was also quite cruel.

"Hmph, this place deserves to be praised as a medieval church." Hall curled his lips and raised a mocking smile.

The magic performed through the church base can temporarily strengthen the physical fitness of the soldiers, while transforming the spirit and weakening the soldiers' fear.

The effect may be more significant than Mordred's Blessing of Rampage.

The church's magic is more about efficiency than the effect of magic, but the strengthening effect of magic cannot be unreasonable. The strengthening magic of the church is all exerted by squeezing the vitality of the soldier Xiaoyuan.

There are countless examples in modern magic textbooks that prove the consequences of over-exploitation of small sources. Even if these crusaders survive on the battlefield, their bodies will completely collapse within a few months.

The church doesn't care about the lives of soldiers, and soldiers don't care either. Their bodies and minds are dedicated to the Lord, and death may be regarded as a spiritual relief for them.

And Hall has to admit that this is a very effective method, because even a soldier who has only a few months to live will live longer than this world.

In this way, the medieval army does not seem so weak.

The Knights of the Round Table have already started a pre-war meeting, chaired by Agguiwen, and their opinions are quite simple and unified.

Lancelot led the swordsmen to charge, Gawain led the spearmen to attack from the side, Tristan led the archers to cover the rear, and Gareth led a small number of swordsmen and spearmen to guard the archers. This was quite a rough strategy, even in Huo I also seem to be inclined to be conservative.

With the strength of the knights of the round table, leading the solemn knight A to the top will win, and he must engage in such a flashy thing.

Gao Wen led more than a thousand spearmen to prepare to set off first. He found Hall with a gentle and warm smile on his handsome face: "Mr. Hall, I know that it is impossible to help the round table unconditionally from your standpoint. If possible, I still want to I want to hear your opinion."

Hall glanced at him and reminded without concealment: "Although I don't know if there are followers on the other side, the soldiers of the Crusaders have been strengthened by church magic, so it is best not to treat them as ordinary humans, and it is best to pay attention To the accompanying church members, the church’s magic baptismal chant is one of the few magics that can cause harm to you.”

"Are you singing the baptism chant... Thank you, I will pay attention." Gao Wen thanked with a smile.

Baptismal chanting is a magic recognized by the church. It is based on the basis of doctrine and can be activated regardless of the region. Its effect is essentially different from ordinary magic. It is an extremely powerful anti-spiritual magic. It can purify all spirits that the church regards as heretics and make them Back to where it should be.

For example, devils will be driven back to hell, the dead will return to the underworld, the souls of vampires will disappear, and followers will naturally return to the seat of heroes.

In the Fifth Holy Grail War, Zouken Matou died in Kotomine Kirei's baptism chant. The soul that had been distorted from its original appearance was no different from a vampire, and the effect of the baptism chant was directly purified and disappeared.

Gawain led the spearmen around to the rear and left. After a while, Lancelot led the swordmen to attack.

"The whole army charges! The enemy must be killed! Victory and glory to my king!"

"My king is all victorious!"

"My king is all victorious!"

"My king is all victorious!"

The roar of solemn knights resounded through the wilderness. They rode tall and heavily armored horses and charged in a neat row. The sound of heavy horseshoes was like thunder, and even the ground trembled slightly.

Although they were heavily armored, the cavalry charged faster than modern cars.

Gareth watched Lancelot go away, gripped his spear tightly, and swallowed: "Lord Lancelot is so serious, my brother is leaving, I have to work harder."

Seeing the appearance of the vitality girl knight, Hall was dumbfounded, stretched out his hand to stroke her short hair, and sighed: "Gareth, you can go too."

Gareth didn't care about Hall's intimate gestures, but rather liked it. It was like a pet dog being petted by its owner, and he could obviously feel high spirits.

Gareth has an innocent and enthusiastic personality, and he became familiar with Hall in just a few days.

Hall's words made Gareth a little confused: "Huh?"

"Follow up with Sir Lancelot's team and go out to kill the enemy."

"But I want to protect Lord Tristan's team."

"The opponent is not a powerful army. Even if you are alone, you will not be injured. I can take over your responsibilities. If an enemy rushes here, I will command your squad to attack them."

"But..." Gareth hesitated and turned to look at the indifferent and calm Agguiwen, only to get a cold look from the other side in response.

Hall patted the top of her head: "This is the path you chose, and you must face it yourself. It may not be a good thing, and you may regret it, but you must know what you chose."

"Yes, I understand!" Gareth nodded vigorously, and before setting off, he turned his head and stuck out his tongue at Hall: "That's right~ That's right, I feel that Mr. Hall is just like my elder brother, there is a feeling of reassurance."

After Gareth left, Agguiwen said meaningfully: "The next battle will be quite cruel, and there may not even be a moment of rest."

Yes, both body and soul.

Hall added in his mind.

Tristan closed his eyes and sighed pitifully: "I saw the shadow of myself in Gareth...those complicated feelings and superfluous thoughts will only hurt myself and the people around me in the end."

It is for this reason that he prayed to the Lion King for the blessing of reversal.

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In the next half hour, Hall saw the cruelty of medieval wars. The scene may not be as good as the battles in "No Game, No Life", which frequently wiped out the surface and exterminated the clan, but the level of blood is outrageous.

Just think about it, constantly throwing humans into a meat grinder and spreading the spouted minced meat on the battlefield is probably the scene that Hall sees with magic now.

Blood dyed the desert red and seeped into the soil. There were broken limbs and wailing soldiers everywhere.

Although the Crusader soldiers were enhanced by the magic of the Church, flesh and blood were no match for the Solemn Knights.

Round after round of golden arrows fell into the rear of the Crusaders, and huge roars were heard. The soldiers' bodies were blown away, and blood mixed with minced meat fell hundreds of meters away.

The vanguard of the Crusaders wanted to eliminate the Archers of the Round Table, but they were still unable to break through the team of sword soldiers led by Lancelot. After a round of charge, the sword soldiers lined up in a row, leaning on a giant shield like an iron gate. Anyone who tried to break through Soldiers will be crushed.

"Monsters! These are all monsters! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!" The soldier laughed wildly, and the next moment his body was cut in half by the knight's sword.

There are also soldiers who chant teachings while fighting with solemn knights: "Demons from hell! Lord, all glory belongs to you, please guide us to the way of victory, I will hold a long sword, kiss the holy way, and clean the ground of evil deeds .”

"No need to be afraid, fight for the Lord! Fight for glory! Take back the land that belongs to us!"

"Soldiers! Soldiers!"

"Declaring—

As I kill, I also create; as I injure, I also save.

No one has to escape from my hand, no one does not have my eyes.

Return to the dust! "

The clergyman of the church opened the teaching and chanted the incantation. Hundreds of white pages flew out of the teaching in his hand, drowning a solemn knight not far away. , there was no sign of the solemn knight in place.

It disappeared from this world and returned to the seat where it should have been.

"Sure enough, heresy!" Seeing that the church's magical spells worked, the clergy were overjoyed and continued to chant the incantation before wiping off the sweat from their foreheads.

At this time, screams came from the side of the team of soldiers protecting him. Gawain led the spearmen to charge, rushing straight into the battlefield and dividing the Crusaders' formation.

"Damn it, these cunning demons!"

Witnessing the spearmen's charge, the cleric realized that he was the opponent's target, so he speeded up his chanting, and the look on his face became even more frenzied when another piece of book pages flew out.

"Lord, have mercy on all beings..."

"Sorry, I don't need your god's mercy."

The clergyman hadn't recovered from his joy when he heard a voice next to his ear, and his eyes twitched for a while.

what happened?

Doubts welled up in his mind, and he saw a familiar figure wearing a familiar clergy uniform, which belonged to his body, but he could no longer see the head.

A circle of fiery flames spread, burning all the teaching scriptures that flew out.

Gawain looked around, continuing to look for the figure of the priest.

Similar things happened in every corner of the battlefield. Hundreds of crusaders sacrificed to exchange for the disappearance of a solemn knight. The clergy who participated in the battle were regarded as the primary targets of elimination by Gawain and the spearmen.

Occasionally, they successfully performed baptism and chant to purify the solemn knights, and more often they were discovered by the solemn knights before chanting the teachings, and they were beheaded on the spot.

Gareth also rushed into the front of the battlefield, his eyes immediately looking for Lancelot's figure. His vigorous figure was soaked in blood, walking through the Crusaders like an evil ghost. No one could escape from his sword. survived.

"Lord Lancelot..."

Gareth was in a daze, she couldn't hear Lancelot's voice now, just like when she was beheaded by Lancelot that night.

All he could see with his eyes was hell, all he could smell with his nose was the sweet smell of blood, and his ears were filled with the sounds of battle and the screams of soldiers.

This is the battlefield.

Gareth bit his lower lip, his face was pale, and after a moment of hesitation, he charged into the crusaders with a gun and began to kill. Every time he swung his spear, he could shatter a crusader's body.

It was different from the battle she had fought in her lifetime, it was not a battle at all, but a massacre.

At this moment, she seemed to understand what kind of decision she had made.

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Hall created a wind elf to overlook the entire battlefield from the sky, and estimated the time it would take for the Round Table Expedition to destroy the Crusaders.

None of the crusaders could break out of the siege and come to Hall. Just as Hall thought at first, the knights of the round table won with a draw.

Hall shook his head: "This scene is like a modern army massacring an ancient army. The morale of all the crusaders is locked, which will only make the result worse."

Suddenly, Hall's eyes moved, and he looked up at the sky in surprise.

A light purple streamer passed through the battlefield and fell in the direction of Hall.

"Finally I can't hold it any longer, Lionheart's ring companion."

Hall squinted his eyes, the magic eye was filled with colorful light, and he felt that this purple stream of light was coming towards him.

Tristan felt the same abnormality, and plucked the bowstring with his fingers, the powerful invisible blade met the streamer, and when it was about to collide, the purple streamer twisted strangely, avoiding the invisible blade's attack.

"what?"

Tristan gasped in surprise.

dodge?

Hall's magic eye saw a completely different scene.

Klang Keng!

The invisible blade collided with the streamer and burst together.

This is the original reality, only rewritten by some force.

Karma Noble Phantasm!

Just like Cu Chulainn's Noble Phantasm [Spear Piercing Deaththorn], it reverses the cause and effect of things, and the moment the purple streamer shoots out, it creates the result of Hall being hit.

"interesting."