Kill, be killed.
This is the normal state that exists on the battlefield.
All lives are equal. As long as the vital part is injured, it will be nothing more than death.
"Reaching the end, transcending the limits - O King of the beyond, witness the light!"
Lancelot stood in front of him with the light of the Indestructible Lake. Although he was injured, his eyes were still firm.
A dazzling blue light has appeared above the lake, and the target is directly ahead——
Percival was struck by a sword during the battle and was seriously injured. Now, he had no time to block.
There was a sharp light in the Storm King's eyes, his spear pointed forward, and he also wanted to release his Noble Phantasm and force Lancelot back.
Because everyone knew that if Lancelot's Noble Phantasm really struck Parcival's body, Percival would undoubtedly leave the game.
This is a disparate battle.
Not only is the disparity in combat effectiveness, there is also a psychological disparity.
but......
Why is there such anxiety in Lancelot's eyes?
The Storm King captured this keenly, and then——
"Drink——"
boom!!!
The Noble Phantasm was not released, but a very fast thrust driven by magic power was thrust towards Lancelot's face.
Lancelot had no choice. The blue light on the Indestructible Lake flickered on and off, and it was impossible not to release it.
"[All the shackles are broken...]——"
"Go away!!!"
boom!!!
An explosion-like sound erupted violently, and magic power roared out from the Storm King's spear, directly blowing back Lancelot's holy sword that was swinging downwards, and Lancelot's whole body was also blown away.
Flying backwards.
While problems were occurring on Lancelot's side, Tristan's side...
call out--
call out--
The sound of breaking through the sky sounded continuously, but the person who caused the sound of breaking through the sky was not one person.
Tristan's arrows were fired almost continuously, and the other almost invisible person was naturally Bindu.
However, although he was able to avoid Tristan's arrows, Bindu was already at a disadvantage.
It's not for other reasons.
But because of the blood of this place.
The rapid movement could not stop Bindu's pain, it could only make the blood from the wound spread all over the battlefield.
But Bindu was still running.
and--
Found an opportunity.
"A swordsman like an eagle..."
"I would like to present the praise of the king and his colleagues, the straight sword of extreme speed."
A drop of blood streaked across the long sword, and Bindu's eyes showed a bit of madness.
Will Tristan——
Block here!
"Watch carefully - your fall!"
Buzz——
boom!!!
What suddenly sounded in Tristan's ears was a violent sonic boom.
Blood flowed from Tristan's ears.
However, he also took this opportunity...
Found the right location.
"Painful timbre, sad tune..."
"It is my sorrow that cuts your flesh and blood."
Magic gathers.
Tristan's eyes were closed.
But the bowstring has been drawn.
call out--
Bindu happened to stop in front of him.
“[Failnaught]——!!!”
Boo hoo hoo——
Countless invisible arrows rushed towards Bindu. There was no gap between the arrows. If he wanted to avoid such a rain of arrows, Bindu had only one way, and that was to retreat.
.
With his speed, he can do it.
but......
But he didn't avoid it or retreat.
Let those arrows pierce his body and cut his spiritual core.
Tristan smiled like a victor.
But Bindu, who was standing opposite him, had the same smile.
"...Tristan, you are better than me, there is no doubt about it."
The thorn in Bindu's hand pointed forward, towards Tristan. His body was already split open, but he was still murmuring, and Tristan could just hear it.
"What?" Tristan looked at Bindu blankly.
"Everyone says that I can catch up with your arrow. This is not only an affirmation of me, but also an affirmation of you."
"But... we never made this legend come true, did we?"
Bindu had a smile on his face.
But the smile on Tristan's face has disappeared.
Killing intent...
There is no doubt that there is huge killing intent.
Bindu was shot through the spiritual core by him, but he still did not leave.
His spiritual core was reunited.
"This is based on the ability that I, as the first Knight of the Round Table to be shot down, hope to see Britain after my death."
"...After all, I can be considered a senior, so..."
"Goodbye, Tristan."
"[illusionary backstab]."
Buzz——
To be continued...