Bindu's sudden attack caused a huge gap to appear in the Sovereign Knights' team. Fujimaru Ritsuka discovered this gap and shouted loudly, wanting to direct the refugees to escape in that direction.
But the refugees have already fallen into panic.
The cries, screams, and wailings drowned out Fujimaru Ritsuka's commanding voice with all his strength.
The sudden outbreak of battle, the roaring explosions, and the solemn knight who had drawn his sword and swung it at the people all frightened them.
Crowds of people were surging, trying frantically to escape from here, but what they got was a stampede and even greater casualties.
"Everyone——!!!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted anxiously again, but it didn't help at all.
"Ritsuka, use this!" Leonardo da Vinci took out something like a large trumpet from somewhere and handed it to Fujimaru Ritsuka with difficulty.
In this turbulent group of refugees, it is difficult to stand together all the time.
While Fujimaru Ritsuka and his party were fighting and trying hard to let the refugees who were being slaughtered by the Sovereign Knights escape, a battle broke out again on the city wall.
As soon as Annuo landed, a beam of light once again appeared on the holy spear and bombarded him. He gritted his teeth and raised the chalk suddenly. The light was split into two halves. On the two walls behind Annuo
Exploded.
"Although you are rebellious, the light of the Holy Chosen shows that you are worthy of being recycled, Annuo." The Lion King's attack range is very small, really very small. Even if this beam of light can cause a violent explosion, Annuo knows that this
To the Lion King in front of him, it was just a casual attack, not even a serious attack.
"...Have you really deteriorated...My king..." Annuo opened his mouth and asked sadly.
"Lia, you shouldn't be like this..." Annuo's hand holding the holy sword trembled slightly.
This person in front of me is so sad.
Artoria, it would be an understatement to say that Anno grew up watching her.
It was he who personally took over the newly born baby from King Uther, and secretly sent it to Knight Ector's home with Merlin. Whenever he was free, he would bring his son to visit with him.
She experienced the experience and life and death of the Fairy Realm, and then watched with her own eyes as she pulled out the sword that symbolized royal power after Uther's death.
She shouldn't be such a person...
Really...shouldn't...
"Didn't you make this yourself?" The Lion King's voice seemed to always be so cold.
The holy spear was still pointed at Annuo, and the Lion King's words also stunned Annuo.
He closed his eyes in pain and smiled with difficulty.
Then he said mockingly.
"Ah...yes, this is my guilt..."
"Then... let me atone for my sins now."
Ding--
boom!!!
Magic power burst out from Annuo's body, like the tide after an explosion, with a full sense of power and dazzling white light.
This is...Britain's White Knight.
He opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the Lion King with a sad smile in his eyes.
"Whether it's atonement... or loyalty, it's all here."
...
When Anno faced off against the Lion King, Bindu also faced off against Gawain.
Bindu didn't know when he had arrived on the city wall and stood opposite Gawain.
"Don't interfere in the duel between the king and Annoqing, Gawain...if you are really still a knight."
Bindu looked at Gawain with slightly cold eyes, and the slender straight sword was still stained with a few droplets of blood that would soon evaporate.
"You are no match for me, Bindu." Gawain's voice was colder than Bindu's, "You couldn't defeat me when I was young, and it's still the same now."
"You are no longer a Knight of the Round Table, but... you are running away like a bereaved dog and rebelling against the king's holy spear." Gawain pointed the Sword of Rotating Victory at Bindu, "Just like Anno
Same."
"...Do you really still think that is the king?" Bindu was silent for a moment and did not choose to take action immediately, but asked.
"Without a doubt." Gawain answered resolutely.
"Okay, then answer me, King, will you massacre unarmed ordinary people?" Bindu asked through gritted teeth, "Or are you just a foolish and loyal minister like Annuo Qing said?"
"Then I am the minister of Yu Zhong. Let this so-called 'Yu Zhong'... come and clean up those of you who have betrayed the king."
Before Bindu could take action, Gawain chose to take the initiative and slashed at Bindu with his sword.
But Bindu was much faster than Gawain. He turned his body slightly to one side, turned the sword in his hand, and stabbed Gawain's wrist.
Poof——
Gawain's wrist was undoubtedly stabbed by Bindu's sword. Gawain was not surprised at all, and he slashed sideways.
Bindu drew his sword quickly, and his body seemed to flicker as he stepped back, leaving Gawain's attack range in an instant.
"I am indeed not your opponent." Bindu, who had distanced himself, admitted this matter openly. He looked at Gawain with a slight joking in his eyes, "But guess what I can do to drag you down."
How long have you been here?"
Gawain's pupils narrowed slightly and he gritted his teeth.
He has never underestimated Bindu, because Bindu's speed is the most difficult to handle even among the round tables where all the heroes are standing side by side. No one is weak who can get on this table.
His super high mobility allows him to single-handedly and quickly support other battlefields, and harassment operations on the battlefield are always led by Bindu.
The swift knight is Bindu.
Bindu did not leave any space for Gawain to remain solemn, and took the initiative to attack.
...
"I said - stop everyone! Retreat to the southwest!!!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka put Da Vinci's big speaker in front of his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs.
I have to say that the sound was really loud, so loud that Annuo and Bindu could hear it clearly.
All the refugees were shocked by the sudden loud sound, and most of them stopped involuntarily. Only a small number of refugees who were desperate for their lives still wanted to sneak away through the gap.
When people have no center, they will always be eager for someone to come out and lead them.
"Go from the southwest, don't let the Solemn Knight kill more people! There is a hole cut by Mr. Bindu in the southwest!!!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted again at the top of her lungs.
Her efforts were not in vain.
After a brief stagnation, the refugees finally found the right direction and poured toward the southwest. Although it was not in an orderly manner, it was better than before like a swarm of headless flies.