Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

And this distance is precisely the weapon that guns can play the best role in. It can not only take advantage of the attack distance, but also maintain incomparable flexibility.

Keng!Keng!Keng!Keng!

Lancelot relied on unparalleled martial arts to deal with the stormy spear thrusts.

Scathach was also marveling at Lancelot's sword skills, and her smile grew thicker. Compared with her incompetent disciples, the "sandbag" in front of her was much more advantageous.

"However, this body is really interesting. The spirit foundation does not limit the skills of the previous life at all. Although the strength is insufficient, it can maximize the ability before birth. The master really created something interesting."

The two figures passed through the valley at high speed, and no matter how much Lancelot struggled, he could not escape Scathach's pursuit.

Hall shook his head speechlessly, and was not in a hurry to stop it. When Lancelot realized that there was no chance of winning, it was almost the time for them to retreat.

On the other hand, under the suppression of Arash's archery skills, Mordred can't do anything except incompetent and furious.

Arash can use magic power to generate arrows infinitely, constantly harassing beyond Mordred's attack range. Although he can't break through the defense because of the distance, Mordred can't do anything.

"rat!"

"Come out and fight upright! What kind of heroic spirit is hiding in the dark and shooting arrows!"

"Bastard!"

"Kill you! I must kill you!"

Mordred's angry roar echoed in the valley, and her brief carelessness also caused her body to be hit directly by the arrow, knocking her away several meters away.

Mordred put on the helmet, and his whole body was covered with heavy armor. He stood up as if nothing had happened, and suddenly grabbed an incoming arrow with his right hand and broke it.

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On another hill, two black figures stood high above overlooking the battlefield, their black cloaks fluttering in the wind.

Hassan the cursed wrist said solemnly: "Now you understand, Hassan Baimao, that magician is not our enemy."

"Hmph, maybe he is acting. Magicians are heretics that are rejected by our beliefs. They must have some purpose in contacting us."

"I used to think the same way, but even if it is the power of the evil god, as long as it can help me protect the East Village and fulfill the responsibilities of the sect, then I will not hesitate to be with the demon god. That magician has already been to the spiritual temple once. The identity of the living has been determined by the First Lord."

"You met the first generation lord!?" Baimao Hassan was stunned, not surprised that Hassan met the first generation, but surprised that he could come back alive after facing the first generation.

"The first generation spared my life. Don't you understand? There can only be one Hassan in an era. The era of Hassan's coexistence shows that this place is facing a major crisis. Even if I abandon the dignity of the assassin, I have to complete It is the duty of the Assassin Order to protect this land and its people."

Curse-wrist Hassan slowed down his tone and persuaded: "The West Village is facing the problem of food shortage, so a large number of villagers left to participate in the ceremony of the Lion King's blasphemy. There are still some leftovers in the East Village. It is also thanks to the help of His Excellency the Magician."

Hundred-faced Hassan struggled, and finally nodded: "I understand, but don't get me wrong, I don't trust the heretical magician, but I trust you, Hassan, who occupied the holy place, blasphemed our gods, and tried to use the law The Lion King, who is above our god, is the greatest enemy."

"Then, let's act too. The Knights of the Round Table will be handed over to Lord Magician and Arash, and we will deal with the remaining soldiers."

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On the watchtower, Hall immediately noticed Hassan joining the battlefield, a total of 11 people.

The black shadow is elegant and agile, sweeping away the scattered solemn knights.

"One is the curse wrist, and the other ten are Baimao's clones. I remember that Baimao is the guardian of the West Village. So the curse wrist met Arash on the way to visit the West Village?"

Hundreds of faces...

Hall couldn't hide the smile on his face. The memory of the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City was still vivid in his mind. Hall used Kotomine Kirei's life to blackmail Kotomine Rimasa into ordering Hazan to commit suicide.

Hassan, the man with many faces in this world, probably doesn't have this memory, even if he sees the similar faces of Hall and Matou Shinji, he can only have a sense of déjà vu.

It's almost time.

Hall's magic eyes stared at the valley where Mordred was, and used his eyes to create magic singularities for magic rituals, locking the space coordinates.

The body turned into a faint purple light and disappeared.

"Hall?"

Arash, who was concentrating on suppressing Mordred, also noticed Hall's disappearance. Just when he was wondering, the clairvoyant saw Hall appearing not far from Mordred.

However, Arash seemed to realize something when he saw this scene, and his expression suddenly changed: "Be careful!"

The reason why Hall chose to actively contact Mordred is entirely because of her character, irritable and impulsive, straightforward and self-willed, and a little provocation of words can yield useful information.

Just after completing the space transfer, Hall's pupils trembled suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw the red thunder penetrating into the sky.

Treasure!

"Hahaha, I finally caught you, I've been waiting for you, you bastard magician!" Mordred held up the cursed sword and laughed heartily.

Her character is just as Hall thought, a veritable battlefield beast.

However, beasts are not derogatory. They can run rampant on the battlefield. Apart from relying on strength, Mordred also has a keen sense of smell.

The situation was at a stalemate, and Mordred, who was suppressed, was furious on the surface, but in fact he was like a lurking beast, controlling the raging magic power in his body.

Just to wait for the chance of revenge!

Such a short distance does not give Hall any chance to perform defensive magic.

Mordred roared and poured boiling magic power into the shining king sword.

"Roar! Destroy my father's magic sword!"

"Clarent Blood Arthur"

bang~

The raging magic power converged into a torrent of thunder, forming a giant sword tens of meters long and slashing down.

A little careless.

Hall's face was gloomy, and the Noble Phantasm had released the real name. Under this turbulent torrent of magic power, the magic eye could not manipulate time or reverse cause and effect.

Hall even wondered if Mordred had seen through the truth of time manipulation and set up this ambush.

Regardless, a pretty good raid.

However, Hall is no second-rate magician.

Magicians are not terrible, but a prepared magician is definitely someone that no one wants to provoke.

As a top-notch magician, Hall had foreseen that he would be attacked by others with treasures, so he sealed the magic element spirit in a ring early on.

In the event of an emergency, a brief incantation or magic power can be used to stimulate the summoning of an elemental barrier that can block the power of the sword of sworn victory.

Of course, it doesn't mean that it can be completely resisted, facing the sword of vowed victory released by Saber, it can probably last for 3 seconds.

Hall raised his hand and chanted the incantation: "O etheric spirit, wake up."

The gray-white light shield spread out in front of him in an instant, blocking the crimson thunder, and the torrent of bright red magic power scattered like a collision with an indestructible boulder, melting the surrounding land like ten thousand birds chirping together.

Before Hall could breathe, he heard Mordred's proud cry: "I'm not stupid enough to be defeated by the same move a second time."

what! ?

Hall was stunned when he saw the gray ether element crystals in front of him rapidly disintegrating, and the bright red magic power shrinking rapidly, shrinking from the size that could submerge a car to the thickness of a bucket.

Reduced damage range and enhanced penetration.

Although not as Lancelot, the principle is the same.

Could it be that Mordred, this guy, specially learned how to deal with the enchantment in order to target himself.

Click!

The contaminated King Sword pierced through the ether barrier, and the red thunder light reflected Mordred's murderous side face.

"Your head, I accept it!"

"Not necessarily!"

Inherent time control!Ten times faster!

Hall's eyes trembled, and the surging magic power hit his heart, and his body felt the pain of being unable to breathe for a moment. Since the flow of time in the outside world could not be stopped, he activated the time magic that acts on the body.

Dreams come true!

Hall's hands pulled out two thin swords from the void, and quickly met the falling king sword.

boom!

The two swords made in fantasy were shattered by the king sword entwined with evil magic. Hall's body was knocked out, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mordred missed the best moment and it was his turn.

The killing intent and pride on Mordred's face turned into astonishment. She never thought that Hall, a magician, could use swordsmanship against her.

Hall never showed his sword skills when fighting her, and neither did he when he was with the Round Table.

"asshole!"

Mordred roared and wanted to pursue, three arrows swished down, hit her armor and knocked her into the air, rolling to the ground in embarrassment.

At this moment, she understood that winning or losing was a foregone conclusion.

Chapter 331 Iron Age

Hall raised his hand to signal Arash to stop shooting.

"I just left the Holy City for a while, is the Lion King so afraid that I will become a hindrance to the Holy City?" Hall lifted his chin slightly, looked at the rebellious knight Mordred with a half-smile, and his words contained disdain for the Lion King , full of provocative meaning.

If asked directly, Mordred would not answer no matter how stupid he was.

But when it comes to the Lion King, even verbal disrespect is a great stimulus to Chef Wang. In principle, all Chef Wang’s Knights of the Round Table will not have any disrespect. If others slander the Lion King, as a Knight of the Round Table, they will be washed clear obligation.

Mordred couldn't defeat Hall, and when faced with Hall's provocation, which was like throwing dirty water on the Lion King, he suddenly became furious: "You bastard who gets carried away! My father has no interest in you at all. Leave the Holy City and become a member of the Round Table like us." The enemy has already sealed your fate."

Sure enough, it has nothing to do with The Lion King.

Hall smiled indifferently: "It's just you and Lancelot? Attacking the mountains is the arbitrary decision of your Knights of the Round Table, so I can understand."

click ~ click ~

The armor covering Mordred's head fell off, and the bright red cursed magic power overflowed the armor again. Mordred smiled grimly: "Stop talking nonsense, only one of us can leave here today."

Hall shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in you. You can say whatever you want. I look forward to our next meeting."

After speaking, Hall's body gradually faded and disappeared.

"and many more···"

Keng!Keng!Keng!Keng!

Mordred rushed forward to prevent Hall from leaving, but the arrow he fired accurately targeted her head, and she was forced to defeat it with the arrows from the broad sword blade.

Until Hall's figure completely disappeared, Mordred roared angrily: "You bastard! Next time, next time I will cut off your head!"

After confirming this information, there was no value in continuing to contact Mordred, so Hall used space to transfer back to the watchtower in East Village.

"So that's what it is. It is worthy of the Iron Age Gauge. It is thoughtful and calculated to such an extent."

Hall was not as relaxed as he appeared. The Round Table's attack on the East Village was not the order of the Lion King, but the decision of the Knights of the Round Table. At first glance, the situation was not irreversible, but in fact there was something more fishy inside.

Generally speaking, when the Lion King did not give orders, most of the trivial matters were handled by the Lion King's secretary, Aggraven.

In this way, it can be understood that Agravin sent Lancelot and Mordred to attack the East Village.

First of all, the two Knights of the Round Table who came to crusade against the East Village have one thing in common, they are the most famous youngsters of the Knights of the Round Table who led to the collapse of Britain.

Needless to say, Lancelot was the one who reported the unclean relationship between Lancelot and Queen Guinevere. When he led the knights to capture Lancelot, he took away his weapon and killed him with a sword.

Here is the beginning of the split of the Knights of the Round Table.

Mordred, who usurped the throne and murdered his father, personally destroyed Britain protected by the king, and ruined Agravin's lifelong ideals.

However, these are the stories of the heroic spirits during their lifetimes. Even if Agguiwen has a grudge against the two of them, he will never abuse his power. This is the fundamental reason why Agguiwen maintains the round table.

"Aggie, I am afraid that Lancelot and Mordred are also regarded as the cause of instability in the round table, so they are sent here... to test." Hall narrowed his eyes, his thoughts were beating, and he thought about Aggie. The intention of the text.

Tentative.

A very complicated calculation, related to the fate of the Lion King he is loyal to and the world, is a dangerous decision like walking a tightrope.

Test whether Hall is in the East Village, test the relationship between Hall and the people of the mountain, test Hall's current attitude towards the round table, and test Hall's ability.

This time the Holy Capital sent troops to crusade against East Village, which is also an attitude for the world to see.

There are three major forces in this world.

The first force is naturally the Lion King who suppresses the Holy Land and sits on the throne of the Pure White City.

The second power is the Sun King who summoned the land of Egypt to this world.