Wan Yuli's 2d Travels

"Go up if you want, what's so much nonsense!"

"It's a tough mouth, but because of your courage, I'll treat you with a Noble Phantasm—the King of Execution!"

Vlad raised the spear high, but just as he was about to activate the Noble Phantasm, a more terrifying aura overwhelmed him.

The source of the momentum comes from the red Saber, who has been regarded as the last resort.

On the already empty battlefield, a certain man's voice echoed:

"By order, Saber repairs all wounds!"

"With the command spell, Saber must kill the black Lancer!"

"Instruct him with the Command Spell, Saber, activate the Noble Phantasm!"

Using three Command Spells at the same time, is the master of the red side crazy?

Vlad was a little stunned, but he reacted immediately, and countless iron stakes emerged from the ground and stabbed Mordred.

However, it was already too late, the rebellious knight smiled, it was like a beast, a fierce smile:

"ClarentBlood Arthur"

The red thunder that ended the legend of King Arthur and destroyed the prosperity of the kingdom, carrying endless hatred, engulfed Vlad.

Chapter 17 16. The End of Rebellion

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The red electric arc covered Vlad's body like maggots attached to bones. At this moment, Vlad could no longer maintain the majesty of the king... This can't be blamed on him, because no matter what hero he is, in Mordre What De sent out, in the face of the power comparable to natural disasters, will be dominated by the instinct of life to seek benefits and avoid harm - all he can do is reluctantly use a spear to protect the vitals, hoping to survive Mordred's strongest, Also the final blow.

Although there were dazzling thunder lights in front of him, Vlad could clearly feel that his body was disintegrating little by little under the stream of light, first his legs, then his waist, and then his arms...

Danny, Siegfried or Wan Yuri, what are they doing! ?

As long as, as long as one Command Spell is needed!

Free me from Mordred's Noble Phantasm, and I can still fight!

Or let Siegfried attack her, don't let her continue ah ah ah!

In a trance, Vlad's senses suddenly became clear, and he saw that the turbulent flow of thunder was coming to an end; he saw that Siegfried's sword protruded from Saber's chest; In vain, Lord's Danny gave orders to the Command Spell...

It turned out that they were not too slow... but I, was defeated too fast?

After thinking about this, Vlad felt relieved. He wanted to smile bitterly, but it seemed that he no longer had a mouth, which he could use to express his emotions.

The body became as light as a feather, and the consciousness disappeared at the speed of light. Vlad understood that in this Holy Grail War, his limit had come.

Obviously I haven't eliminated all the invaders, I haven't won the Holy Grail, I haven't recovered my reputation... I'm a little unwilling to leave the game like this.

But that's the magic of fate.

Returning to the land of Romania, fighting side by side with legendary heroes, even angels, obey my command...

Such a life can be described as no regrets.

My journey has come to an end, but everyone from Black, you still have a long way to go. In any case, you must...

Consciousness sank into darkness, and the existence named Vlad completely disappeared on the battlefield.

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At the same time, the road of another knight also came to an end.

Siegfried pulled the sword "Balmonger" out of Mordred's body, and the girl knight immediately fell forward in a pool of blood.

This is undoubtedly an unprecedented gaffe for Mordred, who considers himself a king, but at this moment, she has no extra energy to care about these trivial matters.

"Haha...hahaha," Mordred laughed loudly while casting contemptuous glances at the silent Black Swordsman:

"Your king, the one named Vlad, has been defeated by me, the rebellious knight Mordred!"

While laughing, blood poured out of Mordred's mouth - Siegfried's sword pierced the spiritual core, and she had reached the end of the force.

"Now that the three Command Spells have been used up, you are no longer saved."

Looking at Mordred who kept coughing up blood but still laughing, Siegfried was slightly moved:

"As a Saber class, I admire your tenacity, and I feel ashamed that I couldn't fight you fairly - so, before you die, if you have any requirements that are not excessive, I am willing to help you fulfill them."

"Cough... Haha, uncle, with such a serious expression, it seems like you are the one who is about to die."

Mordred tried his best to support his body with his long sword, but quickly gave up.The faint light dissipated from her, and it would not be long before she would follow in the footsteps of Archduke Vlad.

"Although I really want to fight with you, it seems impossible."

Siegfried frowned and said nothing.

"I always think it's a shameful thing to ask the enemy...cough...but I can't give up on that person."

Mordred, who simply lay on the ground, asked Siegfried:

"My Master is just a mercenary. Now that he loses his followers and runs out of Command Spells, he is no longer a threat to you... How, it's not difficult for you to protect him from this hell. Bar."

"...You have a good relationship with your Master."

"It's just that I don't want to owe him favors... Anyway, I killed another king this time. It seems that I was born with a character like a king... How about it? If you agree, please do it."

"Then, swear on my Siegfried's honor." Siegfried raised the sword "Balmonger" to his chest:

"I will definitely escort the Master of Red Saber to a safe place. If I violate this oath, I will no longer call myself a hero."

Then, he raised the sword above his head:

"Are you ready, Red Saber?"

"Ah, if you want to do it, hurry up, the trouble of being rambling is dead."

"Kingslayer, with the king."

Siegfried recited the eulogy softly.

Then, swing the sword and chop off.

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"If it goes on like this, that guy shouldn't be too far from self-destruction."

The red Archer Atalanta ran dexterously, and behind her, a monster as huge as a hill was uttering crazy words like dreaming from time to time, chasing after her.

"Even the human form can't be preserved... What kind of monster is this guy?"

Looking back quietly, Atalante found that his former colleague: Spartacus, had completely lost his rationality-although he was irrational at all, but now even the concept of him as a human being was lost. already blurred.

He had eight arms in all, three of which were boneless, hanging on one side like the arms of an octopus; two legs as thick as old tree trunks were now replaced by more, denser, centipede-like things ; the head is completely recessed into the neck, and the shoulders protrude outwards like a dinosaur head.

Now he is not so much a gladiator named Spartacus, but rather a carrier of the concept of "rebellion".

Under the constant "oppression" of Atalanta's arrows, the "rebellion" not only did not disappear, but instead grew stronger.

"Tsk..."

Hearing the wind from behind, Atalanta scurried to the side like a civet cat, without even looking at the opponent's air blow, the backhand fired three arrows in unison.

"caught you!"

The arrows of the archer's counterattack collided with the monster, making a sound of gold and iron clashing.The monster didn't care about it, instead it became more and more violent.

The boulder that was smashed by the bombardment flew towards Atalanta like a grenade. The archer, who was caught off guard for a while, was hit by a few pieces of gravel, and several red marks appeared on his bare torso.

"It's not going to end like this..."

Just as Atalanta thought so, her titular Master Agent, the strange priest, gave her an order.

"...If Saber fails, that's the only way to do it."

Seeing the figure running towards the battlefield in the distance, Atalanta showed a helpless and bitter smile:

"Although I don't know why you offended that priest, but you're better off now, Ruler."

The next moment she ran with all her might. As a hero known for her agility in Greek mythology, she came to Ruler Joan of Arc's side almost instantly.

"Are you Archer of the Red Square? I have something to look for your Master..."

At first, the saint was still a little confused about the situation, but when Spartacus, who had turned into a monster, started to attack indiscriminately, she had to raise the holy flag to provide shelter for herself and the person beside her.

Wait a minute, that person?

Atalanta finally discovered that there was another person behind the Holy Maiden.

He looked frail in simple linen clothes.But the magic power flowing in her body made Atalanta realize that this was probably Black's android.

"Is there still a fish that slips through the net in this situation... But forget it, business matters."

So, Atalanta jumped up at the moment when the monster's tentacles landed, and landed firmly on the wide tentacles:

The tentacles rose rapidly, and the monster seemed to intend to lift Atalanta high and fall to her death.

But in front of keen hunters, it has no chance.

"Farewell, Spartacus."

Five arrows were fired, almost simultaneously hitting the five eyeballs located on the monster's shoulder, neck and abdomen.

This blow became a critical point.

The ground began to tremble.

Taking advantage of the power to jump off the out-of-control monster, Atalanta made an apologetic gesture to the stunned Ruler:

"I'm so sorry, it's up to you next."

"Wait...please wait..."

But Atalanta had disappeared without a trace.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The monster roared violently, not out of pain, not out of anger, but out of joy.

The strongest blow!This is the symbol of the complete destruction of tyranny!

The indescribable amount of violent violence covered the entire battlefield.