My Mom Sandy Love Song

Taking advantage of Xuanzang Sanzang's time delay, everyone escaped from the fortress and came under the starry sky.

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While the fierce battle was taking place inside the fortress, Arash, who was in charge of the watch on the city wall, also fought with the Serious Knights.

In order to reduce the pressure on Lixiang and the others, the archers took the initiative to step forward and launched a long-range sniper attack on a group of solemn knights.

What he holds in his hand is the big bow he loved to use during his lifetime.

The ancient crimson-painted bow, which is almost as tall as a person, is not a Noble Phantasm, but it is also a famous item made with a special tool making skill.

It was completed by Arash with a lot of time and painstaking efforts during his lifetime, and it is a masterpiece worthy of the name of the legendary archer.

With its performance and Arash's skill, there is nothing that can't be shot through.

Above is the starlight of the night sky, and below is the unobstructed, unobstructed wilderness.

"The best hunting ground...."

Arash took a long breath, and fully drew the longbow in his hand.

For archers, it's not fighting, it's hunting.

The solemn knights rushing towards this side could not even be called enemies, they could only be regarded as prey at best.

Release the bowstring and release the arrow.

Afterwards, arrows were forged with magic power without any pause, and the arrows were put on the bow body again to complete the archery process.

In this way, one arrow, two arrows, three arrows, a total of ten arrows were shot in one breath.

Arash's body is as solid as a stop-motion animation during the process of shooting arrows at lightning speed.

"Wow--!"

The solemn knight sprinting towards Arash let out a scream the moment the arrow left the string, and the arrow shot by the archer pierced precisely into the gap in the full helmet.

If power is poured into the bow, the arrow can completely penetrate the knight's iron armor forcibly, but Arash's shooting technique that stepped into the realm of the gods completely allows him to use a more efficient method.

Under the starry sky, the majestic figures of solemn knights fell one after another in the wilderness, and they were shot before they even got close to the archers.

"That makes twenty."

At this moment, Arash suddenly felt something different.

"Well!"

Arash abruptly stopped drawing the bow, and tried his best to complete the rolling action forward. The moment he escaped from the spot, a cold light mixed with magic power cut down from behind him.

"Sneak attack!"

While jumping away from the spot, Arash drew the longbow again, aiming the arrow at the enemy approaching from behind.

Arash didn't see the other party's true face until then.

The Knights of the Round Table who came to this fortress were not alone Aggravin, and the man in the dark blue armor was undoubtedly the strongest [Chief Knight].

“The round table was such a disappointment!”

Arash shoots an arrow.

There were three arrows fired at a very short distance, and Lancelot raised the holy sword unhurriedly, easily parrying this seemingly inevitable attack.

That's amazing...beautiful playing.

While sighing, Arash jumped forward, taking the initiative to close the distance with Lancelot.

It had been expected that the arrow would be blocked. The archer swung his bow and smashed at the sword soldier. While holding his holy sword, he showed his real killing intent——

Holding the arrow in his right hand, he stabbed towards Lancelot's neck!

An archer who has experienced many battles, Arash has never been an archer who only knows how to shoot arrows. Even in close combat, he has considerable accomplishments.

However, in terms of martial arts alone, Lancelot is the strongest even among the Knights of the Round Table of the Superman Legion.

The skill branded on the spirit foundation, [Infinite Martial Arts] is the best proof.

The sharp point of the arrow grazed Lancelot's neck and cut a crack. This sudden attack did not cause any real damage.

The sword soldiers and the archers opened their distance respectively.

"The enemy is the enemy, and you must use any means. And don't look at me wearing this armor, but I am actually very good at hiding my figure."

While speaking, the knight of the lake put on a posture.

"Sorry, that's it for you."

Lancelot stepped forward, approaching Arash quickly and accurately like a ray of wind.

There is no way to avoid it at such a distance, the only way to minimize the damage——

Arash made such a judgment and raised his longbow to meet Lancelot's slash.

"...Ugh!"

Lancelot's sword brushed against Arash's left arm. Under his adjustment, it was only a skin injury.

The archer quickly adjusted his posture, showing a refreshing expression.

"Hmph... stay with me for a while, handsome boy."

"No, you're done."

Lancelot lowered the holy sword in his hand that emitted a faint lake light.

"Arash Kamango [Shooter]...farewell.

My sword can only display its true value when it meets a formidable enemy like you.

All locks broken·overweight lake light [AroundightOverload]. "

"What... woo, this, wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!?"

Amidst Arash's screams, dazzling brilliance and magic suddenly burst out from the shallow wound on his arm.

Then the scar gradually expanded, and the quality of the magic power also expanded.

The supercharged magical power of the scale of the Anti-Army Noble Phantasm is attached to the blade, and it is not released as a light cannon, but released when it hits the opponent.

This is the Noble Phantasm made with the sword skills of Lancelot, the head of the round table, and it is also the reason why the holy sword Arondette is called the strongest one-on-one.

Accompanied by the roar of ether blasting, huge magic power overflowed from the cut surface of Arash's body.

While the azure lake-colored light engulfed the archers, it also illuminated the entire sky and the earth.

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A mansion on the outskirts of the holy capital.

This is the private land of the guerrilla knight Mordred who was expelled from the holy capital.

At dusk, the orange-red sun dyed the land of the end in red, and through the window, one could see the chalk capital in the distance still shining brightly in the setting sun.

The majestic and sacred urban landscape that is incompatible with this dying world is undoubtedly the projection of Utopia in reality.

Mordred's emerald eyes were deeply attracted by the city built by his father, and he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

In this manifestation, the Rebel Knight no longer craves her father's approval as much as she did in life, and no longer pursues the untouchable British throne.

There is only one wish, and that is to be able to fight and die as a knight of his father.

It was the happiest moment in her life when she was bestowed with the blessing of [Rampage] by the Lion King.

Obviously Mordred didn't say anything, but the Lion King understood her thoughts with a tacit understanding.

As the king's hound, he kept slaughtering his prey, and finally died tragically in the wilderness. This is the only way of life that Mordred pursues.

But why did it become like this——

Mordred lowered his head and stared at his body covered in bandages on the bed with his only remaining eye.

Under the cloth strips that were dyed red was a torn body. The brand new bandages that had just been put on just now leaked bright red again, and the bedside was piled up with the strips of cloth that had been replaced.

Now she looks like a broken doll, and it is impossible to return to the battlefield.

The beautiful blond hair inherited from the Lion King is scattered on the shoulders, and the originally white and transparent skin has now become sickly pale.

The bandage wrapped around the girl's face, covering her empty right eye.

Mordred, who was lying on the messy mattress, did not have the usual wildness and rebellion at all, but instead had a melancholy and morbid beauty.

Because of the necrosis of her lungs, she had to breathe heavily, and her bandage-bound chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Uh."

Mordred's five fingers dug deeply into the bed sheet, and the handsome girl's face twisted slightly: "Arthur..."

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open.

"Xiao Mo, are you there?"

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264 Xiao Mo Grasps the Future

"……who!?"

"It's me."

Mordred thought for a moment that her consciousness was delusional, until she saw the blond boy walking into the room.

"Ah, good evening. Sir Mordred." Rhodes beckoned.

"Princess...Dorak..."

Mordred watched the boy walking towards this side with vigilant eyes: "You...why did you appear here?"

"Of course I came to see you."