This is the perfect Pillar Man, the perfect ultimate creature.

It was originally a beautiful holy sword that shone with a silver-white glow, but because it was stolen by Mordred and stained with the king's blood due to his betrayal of the king, the shape of the sword had long been distorted into an ugly shape.

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father. This is a rebellion against my magnificent father!"

The scarlet thunder, like a roaring dragon, rushed straight into the sky.

In just a moment, the red thunder collided with the arrow in the air, and then they were in a stalemate.

However, this stalemate only lasted for a few seconds, and the red thunder fell into decline, while the magic power on the arrow did not seem to have diminished at all.

This was the arrow that cost Arash his life, so it is impossible for him to be defeated so easily!

Even if it was a blow from the Lion King's holy spear, Arash's arrow was enough to rival it.

"Damn it!" Mordred's expression was very ugly.

Although she had expected this, she still felt heavy-hearted when she saw that the magic power on the arrow had hardly diminished.

"Don't underestimate me. If one attack doesn't work, try a second one! If the second attack doesn't work, try a third one! Although I don't know who you are, I don't believe that you can use this level of attack unlimitedly!" Mordred looked crazy.

The blessing of the Holy Grail she holds allows her to squeeze her body to gain more magic power, allowing her to use the Noble Phantasm without limit... although the price is that every use will accelerate the collapse of her body.

To be honest, this is not a good blessing. It is more like using her like a prop.

But she didn't think so.

This was a blessing from her father, who needed her to spend her life hunting down her enemies.

For her, a naughty child who longs for fatherly love, this is the best blessing.

In that case, she has nothing to hesitate about.

"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

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After throwing more than a dozen treasures in a row, the arrow was finally defeated. Mordred leaned on the sword, gasping for breath, with beads of sweat falling down.

Throwing out so many treasures in one breath was like conducting more than a dozen tubes at once, making her face look extremely haggard and her legs trembling.

However, even so, she still had an excited smile on her face.

“Hahahaha! Now you’ve seen how powerful I, Mordred, am!”

Suddenly, the smile on her face froze.

That huge magical power...is coming again.

Knight of Rectification: "Sir Mordred, the enemy is attacking again."

"You don't have to tell me. I can see it."

"What about us?"

"Of course I'm running for my life, you idiots! Do you still expect me to continue releasing my Noble Phantasms?"

There's no magic left, not even a drop!

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Finally, the arrow fell.

The roar of the explosion was like the roar of a dragon. A powerful shock wave swept over, throwing everything around into chaos, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The blazing flames rolled in the sky, gradually forming a hearty smiling face - Arash.

Mordred, who had barely escaped death, saw that smiling face and was so angry that her mouth almost twisted.

Damn bastard! He even made such a smiley face to mock her.

If you don't take revenge, you're not a good kid! Just wait, she will come back again!

Just as she was still uttering harsh words in her heart, another arrow came at her.

Her face suddenly changed. Damn, this thing has not cooled down? !

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"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru seemed to be having a great time, bombing non-stop. God knows how many heroes she has sent away.

"Ah, Mr. Arash died again. How inhumane." Mashu murmured with blank eyes.

"Well, under this kind of high-intensity bombing, all the enemies should have been killed, right?" Dr. Roman said through the communication.

"Ah? Are you done dying?" Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped and smacked his lips, as if he was still a little unsatisfied.

Roman: "..."

Mr. Arash is willing to do this in order to save the people of this land, not to be your toy!

277. Is Gaetia also your wife?

The group got out of the car and walked into the village. They found that the villagers were fine except for being a little frightened by the previous explosion. There was not even any damage at all.

Outside the village, Arash, who had the ability to see far away, looked around for a long time but did not see the Knight of Justice. It was obvious that he had run away.

"I didn't expect that I could actually save the villagers before they were massacred. This is really great." Hassan of the Hundred Faces exhaled fiercely: "Thank you, Lord Kaz."

"It's just a small thing, a small thing. I feel very happy after such a transformation. It's like putting on a brand new pair of panties on the first day of the new year."

Kaz looked at the ultimate weapon over there, feeling completely satisfied.

He finally realized the real version of "Infinite Stella"!

"Gudako, isn't this amazing?"

"Awesome, awesome! You're worthy of being Uncle Kaz. Every move he makes is the pinnacle of weapons." Ritsuka Fujimaru nodded vigorously.

This weapon is not only powerful, but also addictive.

Once you press the button to fire, you can't stop it.

And the powerful "Stella" sounds particularly exciting, and the more you listen to it, the more you want to listen to it.

This set of ultimate weapons has no shortcomings except that it is a bit feeble.

"As long as you are satisfied, I don't ask for much in return, just give me some points." Kaz stretched out his thumb and index finger and rubbed them for a few times, then thought of something and added: "Oh, yes, and next time you fight to the Grand Time Temple, you must call me."

"No problem." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded. "I don't have many points now, I will transfer them all to you first, and give you the rest after you sign in. But, Uncle Kaz, why are you going to the Grand Temple of Time? It can't be possible... Goetia is also your wife, right?"

"..." Kaz was speechless: "What are you thinking about? I was thinking about watching you use this ultimate weapon to bomb Goetia."

Hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up.

Using a great hero to bombard Goetia non-stop? Why does it sound so beautiful?

At that time, she can even say a famous line - It’s time to go, Demon King, are the reserves of the Demon Pillars sufficient?

At this time, Hassan of the Hundred Faces and Hassan of the Cursed Arms had already pacified the villagers and were walking towards Kaz and the others.

"Although I've said it once before, I still want to say thank you so much this time. Although I have received your kindness, it would be too shameless to ask for anything more..."

Kaz: "Then don't say it."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces: "..."

You've left me speechless.

At a time like this, shouldn't you be very generous and just ask if anyone needs help?

Fortunately, Mashu was a good kid. She quickly asked, "Is there anything I can help you with, Miss Baimao?"

"Yes." Hassan the Hundred Faces nodded. "In the beginning, we didn't plan to ask you for help. We even thought that there was no other way and we could only let her die. But now, seeing the power of this ultimate weapon, I think she can still be saved."

"Who is she?" Mashu asked doubtfully.

"One of our Hassans, named Hassan of Tranquility." Hassan of the Cursed Arm added:

"To be honest, if other Hassans were caught, we wouldn't be so worried because they would commit suicide the moment they were caught. But Jingmi is still young and has a troublesome physique that prevents her from committing suicide."

"Although I believe that Silence will not betray us or reveal any information, there is no guarantee that the Knights of the Round Table will have some despicable magic that can get information from Silence... After all, Britain's magic legends are quite famous."

"I see. I think I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka clapped his hands and said, "We will definitely help you with this!"

She still remembered her duty, and formed a bond with the Heroic Spirits, and helped so much, so the bond must be full.

"Oh." Yu Ji sighed.

Why is there trouble again? She and Xiang Yu have only been enjoying their love affair for a few days.

Mash: "Where is Hassan the Serenity imprisoned?"

"It's the fortress of the Round Table. I'll draw a map for you later. The guards there are very strict. We have tried to break in with a small number of elite troops, but no one has returned so far." Bai Mao was in a very low mood when he said this.

"Then leave it to us!" Fujimaru Ritsuka patted his chest and promised.

"Okay, let's set off after dinner without further ado." Hassan Baimao was very excited when he saw Fujimaru Ritsuka agreed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Are you guys going too?"

Cursed Arm Hassan: "Ritsuka, although you are very powerful, don't underestimate us. We are very experienced in assassination and infiltration."

"No, no, no, I don't dislike you." Fujimaru Ritsuka waved his hand: "I mean, if you go with us, then there will be no one to protect the two villages. After all, Arash will have to go with us too."

"That's true. The village needs protection." Hassan of the Cursed Arm sighed, "Then I'll leave the task of saving Jingyi to you."

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Mordred led the dejected remnants of the army back to the camp.

I had originally planned to make some achievements and return to Camelot to ask for praise from my father.

As a result, not only did he fail to achieve any credit, he was also beaten like this.

How could she dare to go back to Camelot?

"Report, Sir Mordred. Sir Lancelot is here." An upright knight came to report.

"Huh?" Mordred looked unhappy: "Why did that traitor come to see me?"

Although she herself is a traitor, it does not mean that she cannot stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at another traitor.

Her logic was that she was King Arthur's only heir, so she could betray.

But Lancelot is not, so he cannot betray.

"Tsk! Where is that guy Lancelot?"

After thinking about it, she decided to go and see Lancelot. After all, they were both working under King Arthur now. Even for the sake of her father, she had to go and meet Lancelot.

"Please follow me, Sir Mordred."

The Knight of Rectification turned and led the way.

Mordred followed him, and soon he saw the cool guy in purple armor.

"Tsk, why did you come to me?" Mordred did not hide his dissatisfaction.

Lancelot seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of treatment, and didn't care at all. He said lightly:

"I was originally chasing after someone who escaped during the Holy Pulling Ceremony, but I didn't expect to meet you on the way."

"I never expected that the Knights of Justice, led by you, would suffer such heavy losses. What happened?"

278. I understand. This is self-destruction.

Hearing this question, Mordred's expression suddenly became serious: "Don't be afraid of what I am going to say."

Lancelot also sat up straight and said, "I am a Knight of the Round Table. I am not afraid. You say so."

"I just..." Mordred took a deep breath, as if recalling the humiliation before: "I was bombarded with arrows."

Lancelot made a tactical retreat: "What sword is it?"

"It's not a sword, it's an arrow that can be shot out!" Mordred emphasized, "Arrow! The same arrow that a Knight of the Archer class shoots. Do you understand?"

Lancelot looked back at his archer knight and nodded, "I see. Please continue."

"He shot arrows at me like crazy, saying that I was very strong. Who wouldn't know that? Then I used my treasure to fight him back, arrows one after another! And they exploded, exploded!"