This is My Heroic Path

"Damn it, what the hell is this?!" Mordred raised his sword and was about to swing at the hands under the ground, but at this moment, an elf in the distance rushed up with a strange cry.

"Don't get in the way!"

With a swing of Mordred's great sword, he swept away the rushing elf, then raised his sword and slashed at the hands under the ground.

And at this moment, a black figure approached silently from behind in the shadows. He had been hiding in the shadows from the very beginning, hiding his aura until he seized the opportunity to show up.

unknown assassin.

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Assassin made a bayonet-like hand and stabbed towards Mordred's back, but Mordred's reaction was extremely fast, and he almost avoided the fatal blow by turning sideways, but at this moment, the ground Grabbing Mordred's hands suddenly, Mordred staggered and sat on the ground.

Several elves in the shadows took the opportunity to pounce on Mordred, and Arturia turned her head suddenly and shouted: "Modred!"

"Hey, it's not a good habit to be distracted in battle, The Lion King!"

Garm sneered and blocked Artoria's way.

"Get out of the way!" Artoria said coldly.

"Don't worry, I haven't fought you enough yet, besides, the Mordred in your mouth has probably been eaten away by the elves by now." Garm tried to anger the Lion King with words, but he did succeed. When Liya pulled out the holy spear, he knew that he had really angered her.

Because, unless it is absolutely necessary, the Lion King will never use this weapon. She does not want her personality to be completely affected and deified.

"Come on, Lion King, pour out your anger on me as much as you want!" Garm opened his hands, "Avenge your subordinates, and rush to her side before her corpse is eaten by the elves .”

Looking at Artoria whose aura seemed to be becoming more and more terrifying, Garm snorted coldly: "Come on, blast us all to pieces, but after that you will bear the wrath of the God King. Under the leadership of Ding, come to this world again! The age of the gods will come again, and Britain will also come to an end—"

Arturia's hand holding the holy spear quietly tightened a little bit, and the anger in her chest became more and more irresistible.

However, in the next second, before the holy spear in her hand was raised, a violent bombing sound resounded through the sky, accompanied by a burst of golden light shooting down from midair, Artoria turned her head suddenly to look, what would The elves tightly surrounded by Mordred were shot through abruptly.

"I've never heard such a strange request."

With the sound coming from mid-air, the two sides who had just fought stopped their attacks. Garm's face changed slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the attack.

"Who?!" he yelled.

What answered him was another weapon thrown from the sky, which accurately shot through the elves attacking Mordred.

"Where?!" Garm suddenly turned his head to look. In the midair, a boy in a black robe sat on a disguised eight-legged horse, looking down at the people below.

"Did I make you look up, bastard!"

Countless halos of light bloomed behind An Zhiyu like fireworks, illuminating the night, those weapons were precisely aimed at the Nordic army, and then burst out.

Even though the soldiers narrowly avoided these weapons, they were still hit by the power of "cause and effect".

The assassin who was secretly hiding in the shadows was also unable to dodge, even if he avoided it, he would still be hit, not to mention that An Zhiyu's eyes had already seen through his actions.

"Who are you?!" Garm yelled, his eyes full of horror.

"Hahahahaha, how dare a humble worm ask for my king's name? Forget it, go back and tell Odin that you can call me Gilgamesh!" An Zhiyu said.

"Those who have nothing to do advise you to leave as soon as possible, no one can bear the wrath of the god king!" Garm said angrily.

"God King?" An Zhiyu laughed.

"Is he worthy?"

The weapons in mid-air crashed down from the circle of light, like a thousand arrows being fired.

An Zhiyu felt that he could finally understand Gilgamesh's feelings.

It feels so good to curse.

……

The Nordic army withdrew in embarrassment. This new servant has an unknown combat power. The weapons seem to be inexhaustible, and the most surprising thing is that these weapons cannot be dodged.

If it continues like this, I'm afraid the damage will be very serious.

And An Zhiyu, after confirming that Mordred's injuries were fine, was planning to go back to his room and continue to be "confined," but was dragged into his room by Artoria without saying a word.

The other round table knights didn't even dare to say a word, just watched An Zhiyu being brought into the room by Artoria, and then they went to count the number of casualties this time.

"Lily... what are you doing?"

An Zhiyu was brought into Artoria's room by Artoria. He stood in the corner and looked at Arturia who was taking off her cloak, and couldn't help asking strangely.

Without saying a word, Artoria walked up to An Zhiyu, and pressed against the wall behind him.

An Zhiyu blinked, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

Just a moment ago he was still fighting on the battlefield, but now he was held in a corner by the lion king "Bidong", his face was full of bewilderment.

But An Zhiyu felt that he should have done nothing wrong.

He is a follower, isn't it normal for a follower to protect his master?What's more, it was his own daughter who was in danger.

"Are you really An Zhiyu? Why have you never seen you use that ability before?" Arturia asked, staring into An Zhiyu's eyes.

It turned out to be asking this.

An Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, "The situation is quite special, and it's complicated...but you should know better than me whether I am An Zhiyu or not."

He reported the name of Gilgamesh to those people earlier, for the sake of safety. From the observation just now, there may be a guy pretending to be Odin in the Nordic country today. Until it is clear, it is better to hide your identity and it is safer.