Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

Arash nodded, and together they came to the highest point of the mountain on the side of the East Village. There was a watchtower here, and there was a hut next to it, where some firewood was placed. If it was invaded or needed support, it would be lit as a signal.

Arash stared at the mountains in the distance, activated clairvoyance, and said solemnly: "How could this be...they are not simple guys, those soldiers are not human at all, and there are two powerful magic reactions."

"That's the Lion King's army."

Hall also used the magic eye's far-sighted ability to see two armies in different formations. Hall spent some time with the Knights of the Round Table and knew their identities without identifying the flags.

The armies led by Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, and Mordred, the Rebellious Knight, numbered in the thousands.

The steep mountain road is not a problem for the followers at all, so they marched extremely fast, and it would take about an hour to climb over several mountains to come here.

"I've been seen all over." Hall touched his face, thinking that he had already shown enough strength to deal with the Demon God Pillar in the Holy Land.

Don't they know they are here?Then why did they attack Higashi Village again?Is it some kind of temptation?Or is there another purpose?

Arash was stunned: "Hall, what are you talking about? The other party has dispatched an army! This is the first time I have seen an army of that size. Even if the country is the opponent, it can be easily defeated."

Scathach pinched his chin, excited: "They are all good opponents, Master, can I attack now? It's better to make a quick decision. If they continue to move forward, the battlefield will also affect the village."

"Arash, can you see that red Saber?"

"can."

"She's handed over to you to contain her, Scathach, you go deal with Lancelot."

"It can only be this way."

"no problem."

Scathach readily agreed, and stretched out his hand, the bright red magic power weaved a cursed magic gun, and he jumped and disappeared in place.

As for Arash, he was not in a hurry to attack, and stared into the distance, unfurling his bow and arrows, with a calm momentum.

As a great hero in ancient Persian legends, Arash's arrows can divide the country, and the range is considered to be the furthest among all Archer class servants.

The Nuclear Bomb Sword Immortal is not worth mentioning in front of him, the real Archer.

Well···

Hall glanced at Arash's ordinary and familiar archery posture without leaving any trace, and was a little afraid that he would suddenly say: "Stella!"

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Mordred and Lancelot led the solemn knights on the mountain road.

Mordred looked around at the barren mountains, and couldn't help complaining: "It's really a bad enough place. You can't see anything but mountains. Is there really a village?"

Lancelot stopped, spread out the map in his hand, and assured him: "This is the information that Sir Aggavel tortured from the people of the mountain, and there is no mistake."

Mordred sneered unscrupulously, "What a poor fellow, I heard that the torture technique of the Iron Age Gauge can make hippos speak human language, hahaha, is it true?"

"If you are interested, you can ask for a try when you go back."

Lancelot put away the map and continued to move forward. Before taking a few steps, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the sky.

"what happened?"

"Strong magical reaction!"

"Enemy attack!" The solemn knight shouted.

late!

Lancelot was horrified and held the long sword at his waist. There was a terrifying aura in the strong magic reaction in the sky.

呲味味~

In the sky, bright red thunders roamed and spread, and each thunder was almost a materialized curse magic power.

Like a star of death hanging in the sky, the solemn knight who witnessed this bright red light lost his language and felt the infinitely closer distance with death.

"Well then, say hello."

Scathach smiled slightly and held up the bright red magic spear. The magic power of the curse on the tip of the spear gathered and compressed like a whirlpool. The tearing curse swallowed up the magic power of the atmosphere and aimed it at the solemn knight army led by the Knights of the Round Table below. .

The so-called gun, in addition to being used as a melee weapon, can also be used as a javelin.

Cu Chulainn's Noble Phantasm of Ireland's Son of Light is just the tip of the iceberg of spear skills learned from her.

"Don't die so easily."

"Gáe Bolg Alternative (Gáe Bolg Alternative)"

The magic gun that condensed the cursed magic power seemed to be stretched to the limit and rebounded. The loud noise of the cannonballs echoed in the mountains, like falling stars. The magic gun that swept everything suddenly sank into the solemn knight army, bursting out with a dazzling white light.

"what happened!"

"Noble Phantasm Attack! It's a Servant!"

"Run away!"

"It's too late! Start defending!"

rumbling~

Landslides and ground cracks, the ground near the red light and the solemn knight were all annihilated by the cursed magic power. Beyond the bull's-eye, the torrent of magic power melted the mountains, and the solemn knight and the rocks were blown away together.

The entire mountain where the Suzheng knight army was located was cut off, leaving a large crater smashed by meteorites.

Scathach fell to the ground lightly, his crimson eyes were full of smiles and stared at the dust in the sky.

shuh~ shuh~ shuh~

The bright red light broke through the dust and fog and returned to her hand, which was the cursed magic gun.

Scathach held a beautiful spear, but seemed dissatisfied and said to himself: "I haven't used my full strength, so I shouldn't just leave the stage so easily."

In the smoke and dust, a figure stepped out, accelerated suddenly, and slashed at Skaha with a flickering sword light.

Keng!Keng!Keng!

After several confrontations, Scathach held the trembling magic gun and stepped back, the smile on his lips getting stronger.

Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, stepped out intact, raised the unbroken light of the lake and pointed it at Scathach, and declared coldly: "I am Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table. Tell me your name. I am a hero of that era!"

"He is indeed an excellent knight who can withstand this shot, and he should be respected." Scatha smiled softly: "The ruler of the kingdom of shadows, Scatha, came to stop the lion at the order of the master. The King's Round Table."

Chapter 3 Thirty Despicable Knights of the Round Table

"Master... there is only one magician in this world who is still qualified to be the Master, and Mr. Hall really intends to hinder Shengba." Lancelot frowned in distress, becoming even more wary.

Skahamin said that the command of the master, it is natural that Hall contacted her through a contract to say so.

The purpose is to test.

Did the knights of the round table send troops to attack when they knew they were in the east village?

"The Knights of the Round Table know that they are in the East Village."

Hall knew it well, and Lancelot's reaction confirmed Hall's conjecture, and he contacted Scathach with his consciousness: "I will leave Lancelot to you, don't kill him."

"It's not a battle with death as a bet, are you punishing me?"

"I was serious."

You can't kill Lancelot here, otherwise you will completely push yourself to the opposite side of the round table, and Hall can't accurately grasp the attitude of the Lion King.

Even if there is an old relationship, once it is fully established that he is an obstacle to hindering the Holy Baptist, the Lion King will definitely bring down the Holy Judgment mercilessly.

Under the sanction, Hall himself could save his life, but he definitely didn't have the energy to protect East Village.

The second reason is that Lancelot was born a young man. In the future, when he encounters Mashu who has merged his spiritual power with his son Galahad, he will defect to the Chaldean side and become a helper in returning the Holy Sword.

Beside Hall, Archer Arash stared at the cut mountain with clairvoyant eyes, and said with lingering fear: "Is that a treasure? Terrible power."

"No, that level is not her Noble Phantasm, and those knights should be able to do it."

"Are they such formidable opponents? It seems that this battle will not be easy." Arash smiled bitterly and suddenly noticed something. He aimed his longbow in another direction and quickly plucked the bowstring. The rapid movements left several afterimages.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!

A series of ear-piercing screams sounded, and the bow and arrow condensed by magic power shot into the distance.

From the thick dust, a red figure jumped out quickly, and the direction was obviously the East Village.

boom! boom! boom!

The arrow, which was as powerful as a cannonball, accurately hit the red eye shadow in mid-air, knocking it into the air continuously.

"hateful!"

Mordred fell from the sky, adjusted her body and landed on the ground, the armor was entwined with thunderous red magic power, she looked angrily at the direction of the arrow, and could not find anything with her eyesight and magic perception.

If you can't lock the enemy, you can't release the Noble Phantasm's real name and blow the opponent away.

"Why are there so many annoying guys suddenly appearing, are you flies?" Mordred growled maniacally, swung the big sword in his hand like a club, and shot down the arrows that were aimed at her.

Keng!Keng!Keng!

The air shook violently, and every arrow shook her wrists.

"This guy's arrows are stronger than the bastard Cui, and the distance is also."

How to do?

If it's just these enemies, what the round table is really afraid of is Hall who hides behind, otherwise he wouldn't settle for second best and plan to destroy East Village.

This world does not need the existence of a second "sacred capital", so that more people will join the Holy Baptist.

retreat?

Mordred was filled with anger, and it was absolutely impossible to retreat easily.

"Hall, another knight has also moved, and the direction he was heading just now was towards the East Village."

Arash shot arrows without haste, maintaining a certain rhythm. As Archer, he occupies a high place, and he has an absolute terrain advantage. He only needs to keep shooting arrows to suppress Mordred.

"Don't let her climb over that mountain. Although she is a Saber, the range of the Noble Phantasm cannot be underestimated."

The distance of the light cannon is often several kilometers, more than ten kilometers.

"clear."

Arash nodded, concentrating.

Hall's magic eyes looked to the other side, and Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, had already started a contest with Scathach.

One side is the knight on the lake who possessed unparalleled martial arts in the era of the knight king, and even the knight king was proud of himself.

The other party is the queen who rules the land of shadows and kills the gods.

It's hard to break up after a fight.

No, Hall could see that Scathach didn't use all his strength, and responded to Lancelot's sword skills purely with martial arts. In a sense, her disciple's addiction was broken again. As long as she saw outstanding fighters, she couldn't bear it. Live to train each other.

Keng!Keng!

Lancelot forced Scathach back with a sword, and stepped forward quickly. The sword skills honed on the battlefield pointed to the vital points, and the flowing sword light covered a small amount of condensed magic power, strengthening the penetrating power.

"Successful!"

Lancelot aimed at Scathach's neck, and when he found an opening, he was about to kill it.

Suddenly, Lancelot's brows turned cold, and his body was shrouded in a terrifying sense of crisis. He immediately turned from offense to defense without thinking about it, and set up an indestructible lake.

Ding!

The spear blade from nowhere pierced the sword, and the bright red curse magic overflowed, breaking through the magic layer.

Lancelot felt a strong crisis, and knew that being stabbed by the magic spear, even if it was not a vital point, could cause fatal injuries.

This is the curse that this magic gun carries.

The magic spear staggered away from the sword and pierced Lancelot's left ear.

"So fast! So strong! I can't even see the trajectory of the gun. There is no doubt that she is the legendary queen in Celtic mythology!"

The ear-piercing whistling and cursed magic power irritated Lancelot's skin, and while dodging with a short body, the bright red magic spear swept past as he expected.

Swish!

Lancelot wanted to fight back with his sword, but the bright red streamer from the blade of the gun once again blocked all his action space.

"Oops!"

Lancelot suddenly realized that the gun and the sword have the advantage of the gun in terms of attack distance. He was caught in a dilemma by the opponent's superb spear skills.