Bindu exited.
But Tristan didn't quit.
Just like Mordred and Gareth at that time, huge and oppressive magic suddenly burst out from Tristan's remains, wrapping up the entire Tristan, as always, like a huge white
cocoon.
But what comes out of the cocoon is not a butterfly.
But...
Breathing black air, waving his wings, he picked up the longbow that belonged to Tristan——
monster.
"Roar--"
The monster that could still barely be called "Tristan" let out a roar and drew the bowstring of the longbow. The end of the target... was Bedivere.
call out--
Ping!
Relying on intuition, Bedivere blocked the two arrows and looked at Tristan angrily.
Lancelot became anxious.
Even if Gareth has already become a humble king, now Tristan has also been killed by Bindu.
Although the combat effectiveness of the Knights of the Round Table who have transformed into the body of a humble king is very different from the original, but——
They fight only by instinct.
Although leaving the battle to instinct will play a great role, but——
That white armor, and that shield!
Everything has appeared in his eyes.
Is it possible that now...?
...No, now is not the time.
No, I should say...
Not now anyway!
Gotta withdraw!
Otherwise, you will only have two endings left!
boom!!!
Roaring magic power erupted from the light of the Indestructible Lake, forcing the Storm King back, and then kicked the head of Hassan the Cursed Arm who came to support. Lancelot did not hesitate to fight, and moved in the direction of Tristan.
He ran over.
Gotta take these two bastards away...!
"Stop! Tristan!"
call out--
"Um!?"
Ping!
After blocking Tristan's arrow, Lancelot's mood sank slightly.
Was it a miss?
......still?
Now I can't care about so much anymore.
His running speed was very fast, certainly not as fast as Bindu's, but it was definitely not slow either.
Bedivere was fighting hard against Tristan, but the function of his right arm had not yet fully returned to its previous state, and the resistance was very difficult. Several wounds had appeared on his body, and his defense was on the verge of collapse.
And the person who saved Bedivere at this time was——
Bang!
Tristan's attention was almost entirely focused on Bedivere alone. The arrow he just shot at Lancelot must have just slipped, so after Lancelot ran with all his strength -
Kicked Tristan on the back of the head.
The body of the king who has never returned to the king is uncontrollable. There is only one person who can control the body of the king.
That's The Lion King.
Even the huge body of King Bei is only a part of the Lion King.
Tristan was kicked out by Lancelot and knocked unconscious. He hugged Tristan. Lancelot shouted in the direction of Gareth: "Gareth, retreat!"
Then under Bedivere's angry gaze, he grabbed the wings of a flying dragon that had not yet been killed, turned over and sat on the back of the flying dragon, and fled quickly towards the distance.
After receiving the signal from Lancelot's order, Gareth quickly broke away from the fight with Liao Ye, flapped his wings, chased after Lancelot, and left quickly.
As for the remaining dragon knights, Lancelot did not take them away, but just let them continue to destroy the East Village.
Anyway...the villagers have already evacuated, right?
Lancelot looked back, took a deep breath, and felt a little heavy.
Bindu...Tristan...
besides......
When I return to the Holy Capital, I will be criticized by Agguiwen again.
...
The remaining group of people who rushed back to the East Village joined the team that cleared the flying dragon.
There are many flying dragons, very many.
It was more than the combined number of flying dragons that Gareth brought when he invaded the East Village and when Mordred invaded the West Village.
It seems that the Lion King has recognized their threat and sent three Knights of the Round Table, one of whom is the Knight of the Round Table who has transformed into a humble king, wanting to completely wipe out the East Village.
Coincidentally, the East Village also fell into a relatively empty scene, and several fighting forces, including Anno, went to Azrael Temple.
but......
Unexpectedly, Bindu tried his best to break the spirit base and killed Tristan with the blessing of the Lion King.
According to normal understanding, the knight who was the first to kill the dragon on the hill of Camlan and the first to be killed by the dragon was not considered strong.
But... whether it is strong or not always depends on the height of a person's heart.
Annuo sighed and pulled out the chalk hanging on his waist.
And above the chalk, a dazzling silvery white light has appeared.
If the village hadn't been here, with my current anger, I would have really wanted to free my own Noble Phantasm...
Annuo's eyes were filled with sadness and anger.
Kill innocent people and kill your companions.
Is this really... still a Knight of the Round Table?
He wished he could go to the Holy Capital right now, drag the aloof Lion King down from the throne, and ask her why she did this.
But Annuo knew that... was unrealistic.
Because this is The Lion King, not Artoria.
Previously in Azrael's temple, the Mountain Master had made it clear.
The undead Arturia...has fallen into the state of a god.
Fallen...became a god.
Annuo is not a person who likes to be wordy, he is just rigorous enough.
He knew who the Old Man of the Mountain was, and he also knew that the Old Man of the Mountain who always stood on the top of the mountain at this singularity must have learned more information than he did. Those words spoken in front of him were definitely not unintentional.
To be continued...