I, the heroic substitute, was exposed

As soon as this remark came out, all the people around wanted to retreat, but it was too late, they had already boarded the thief ship.

Bedivere: "Could it be... no..."

Matthew: "Indeed, it doesn't look like a joke. How could such a thing happen?"

"Idiot﹑how can I joke with you! This is a life-threatening, this kind of topic that is fixed when you are drunk! Tie the foundation and the arrow, and shoot the arrow in one breath. The arrow will probably fly two times with the foundation. Ten kilometers away. Look, this method is simple and easy to understand, right?"

Arash has everything ready.

Fujimaru Tachika clasped the handle tightly with both hands, "This man is an idiot—!"

"You're the idiot, okay! Do it seriously, or you'll bite your tongue!"

Arash made a shooting motion.

Matthew hurriedly asked: "Wh-Arash, he is in a posture ready to shoot! This man is serious! After all, it should be impossible to fly with this method!"

"Oh, it might work. After all, the laws of physics don't apply to the servant's Noble Phantasm. Besides, the distance of ten kilometers or twenty kilometers is nothing more than a warm-up exercise for him."

Roman was talking nonsense, but Arash felt comfortable listening to his words.

"Oh, you can really talk, dude! Leave it to me, I have found a perfect landing spot!"

Mash: "This is no longer a landing, it should be a landing place—Master, you must hold me tightly!"

Arash let go of the bowstring...

【Xiao Mo is here...】

[Is this really serious? 】

【Fly like this... hiss】

[But I want to criticize, is it too close for Matthew to hug the Master's waist like this... Girls and girls can't stand kissing! 】

[Is this the way of a great hero? Really fast. 】

britain,

"I'll be there too?"

Although Mordred was very dissatisfied when he saw himself playing.

After all, this is another her, and she hopes for a happy ending.

Now it seems that the identity of the guerrilla knight has explained everything.

But Mordred still had hopes in his heart, in case the self in the video turned around.

It depends on whether Matthew and the others can wake him up.

Chapter 256 Chapter 252 The Abandoned Mordred

In the endless blue sky, a black spot gradually enlarged.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah----------!"

Mash's voice came from the sky.

Fujimaru Tachika was numb, "...Is this the Noble Phantasm·Human Cannon?!!!"

Matthew: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"You, you, you, you, you, are you all right, little little little little little little lady, and everyone, every family, every family, every family!" Every time Bedivere said a word, there would be a lot of air Pour into mouth.

"Ahaha. Look at Tachika Fujimaru, Bedivere's cheeks are shaking like that due to the airflow!" Roman teased a few people.

"Doctor! This is too disrespectful to Bebe, Bebe, bebe, bebe, bebe, bebe, bebe, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be so polite!" Even though it is difficult to speak, Matthew still upholds the principle and insists on speaking out .

"It's almost here. Everyone, prepare to withstand the impact of the landing! The moment the impact hits, the foundation will be wiped out! Find a way to defend yourself! Mash, Tatsuka Fujimaru, I'll take care of you! You just need to take care of yourself."

Arash hugged Fujimaru Tateka's slender waist, and then calculated the time.

"Quickly-going-hit-on-la-la! Two, one, zero————!"

Bedivere let his body free from the foundation, and then used his strength to offset the impact of the fall.

Mash's movements were even simpler, taking out the shield as a buffer.

boom--

Dust was everywhere, and a large pit was smashed out on the ground.

Arash rushed out holding Fujimaru Tachika first.

"Okay, it worked this time. We're back on the ground, Fujimaru Tachika." Arash put Fujimaru Tachika, who had softened into a puddle of mud, on the ground.

"Ah wow, ah wow wow..."

It scares the child so much that he can't even speak.

"Only high

Efficient ballistic movement between continents... I should have shot accurately.Having said that, why do you say that this can only be done once.After most people do this, they always tell me with a look of reluctance, "the second time will be avoided". "

Seeing Fujimaru Tachika fidgeting, Arash said helplessly.

Fujimaru Tachika pursed her dry lips and shouted loudly: "I don't want to do it a second time either!"

On the other side, Matthew walked over holding the shield.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts...Senior, how are you—!? Are there any bruises—!?"

"Oh, Matthew, we're here! Is Sir Bedivere nearby—!" Arash looked around and found Bedivere.

"I'm fine for now! Although my cheeks are still shaking!" Bedivere covered his face.

Arash: "Well, these two people seem to be a little excited... Really, they are going to fight next."

"It can't be helped. I still get hairy when I think about it."

Hassan the Cursed Arm came out of nowhere.His walking posture is very strange... no, it should be said that everyone is like this, his legs are weak.

"Hassan...!?" Fujimaru Tatsuka, who was slightly relieved, looked at Hassan in surprise.

"Because you can't find the path to the West Village, so I came here."

After a moment of correction, Hassan the Cursed Wrist led the crowd to walk on the island.

……

On the other side, West Village.

"Hey, hurry up and die! It's really annoying to come one after another, you guys!"

Mordred shouldered the great sword, and the sound of the collision between the armor and the great sword resounded throughout the West Village.

In the open space ahead, a figure quietly appeared, with a white skull mask on her face.

This attire looks like Hassan.

"Damn it—there should be no flaws in our concealment, how did you know the location of this village...!"

Baimao Hassan's face was gloomy under the mask, and he put his hands behind his back, ready to make a move at any time.

"What? God knows. This kind of thing depends on intuition, intuition. I just think that this dark and narrow place seems to be a suitable place for a lost dog, so I hit it with the holy sword and found Bingo! That's all. But although I won the lottery But it’s not the big one! The traitor who escaped from that guy Lancelot—was planning to take the credit for that side, but unexpectedly, he caught this side by mistake.”

"...Yeah, damn it. It was originally a chance to make Lance lose face, but also to report to the father--it's just that the level of killing all the people in this gloomy village is not to be said to be affected. Rewards are things that will be reprimanded! What do you want me to do!? There are not a few days left before my execution!"

Mordred pinched his nose and pointed his sword at Hassan.

Baimao Hassan seemed to have heard something incredible, "Execution? Are you going to be executed? You, the Knight of the Round Table?"

"Oh, that's right! After Father's holy election is over, everyone outside the holy capital will die! I, who was not qualified to enter the holy capital, have to live vigorously until the end, that's what it is! So I said Ah, nah? In order not to make my death worthless, tell me which village the traitor fled to. In this way, I will make your death easier, and you will not embarrass the guys in the village too much, and chop off your head Come down and be done?"

Mordred walked slowly towards Hassan.

"What stupid things are you talking about...you are already crazy. Have you lost your belief in gods..." Baimao Hassan couldn't understand the thoughts of these people.

"Ah, it's so noisy. I don't think it's sensible for you to disobey your father." Mordred said impatiently.

When she was about to make a move, the soldiers sent a message that a group of followers were coming from behind.

This got Mordred interested.

[Fuck, a real cannon. 】

[Heroic spirits can bear it, as an ordinary person would have died a hundred times long ago. 】

[Is this the great hero? 】

[Oh, I suggest that they start this tourism project, as extreme lovers, we will definitely experience it. 】

"I can see...! The end of the guerrilla knight's unit...!"

Curse-arm Hassan carefully led everyone into the territory of West Village.

From here you can see the guerrilla knights.

Then there's the blitzkrieg.

After a while of discussion, Arash defended the rear, and the others charged directly, trying to catch the opponent by surprise.

The solemn knight in front of him didn't expect someone to attack him at all, and was smeared on his neck before he could react.

Mash, who had seen the real body of the Serious Knight, didn't show mercy either, and directly smashed a heavy shield on his armor, killing them with just the shock.

"How is it possible...you guys, where did you come from—" the solemn knight stared at the group of people with wide eyes.

"You probably won't believe it, but we came from heaven!" Matthew was a little mischievous.

Roman reminded: "A powerful magical reaction is coming! You can't be wrong with the Knights of the Round Table!"

After the voice fell, Mordred had already arrived here.

"Hey, it's really here, trash, welcome! Isn't it good to break through directly!"

"Master, it really is Mordred...! I met that Mordred in London!

Matthew said excitedly.

"? Don't keep calling other people's names like that. Who are you, are you my fan? Well, even though I have killed so many heretics after all, I am indeed a celebrity." Mordred picked his ear .

"He said he didn't know us—it's not the same person as Mordred who was summoned in London..." Matthew's eyes dimmed.

It's a pity, if it's someone I really know, this action should be much more convenient.

"What's the matter, your attitude suddenly became so obedient... I don't know you like this—no, it seems that I know. Although the posture is different, I still remember your magic power...I still wonder why I didn't respond to my father What are you doing in this kind of place, you bastard? Could it be that the rebels are talking about you...?... Is that so. If you are, well, it is also possible. In front of the current King Arthur You are the only one who expresses dissatisfaction directly. However, it’s too late.”

Mordred sighed and put away his playful look.

"Mordred...? That... is there room for discussion with us?"

Matthew asked cautiously.

"Idiot﹑Who will discuss with you! Anyone who hinders me is an enemy! The magician over there is the master, right? Ah Qiwen said, don't show mercy and kill you!"

Mordred pointed at Fujimaru Tachika with his sword, and the killing intent in his tone was undisguised.

Fujimaru Tachika: "We don't want to fight you!"

Mordred laughed at himself: "What? You're my acquaintance too?... Tch. So it's really troublesome to talk about followers. But give up. I don't know what kind of idiot you know, and I don't know I don’t want to hear from you. Now I’m a knight of the Lion King, named as a hound of disgrace, Master Mordred, a guerrilla knight. Do you understand? Taking off the collar means that I can get as big as I like It is allowed to make a fuss. Ha, this is super suitable for me, the best treatment! So no matter who it is, as long as the guy who raises the sword to the king, I will kill him!"

"She is not the Mordred in London. She will kill you without any mercy. ——With all your strength, treat her as an enemy and fight." Roman's summoner has explained everything.

Now they can only face each other with swords and swords.

"Is it okay to fight? The blessing I have been given is "Rampage". I can release the holy sword as much as I want until my soul is burned, and hundreds of thousands of troops will not be my opponent. You have one﹑ Two, three...what, there are only three people! If there is only one master and three servants at most, I can't be my opponent. It's boring to play—wait.—Hey. What? What's going on. What's going on here."

Mordred swept across the crowd, saw Bedivere, and was furious.

"Why are you there? You're the only one who shouldn't be there. Hey, is that so, a third-rate knight!? You're hanging out with rebels, that's the worst joke!"

"...I don't want you to say that. I also want to complain about it. Although my goal is to reach the Lion King, I put that aside for now. Rebellious knight Mordred, trample King Arthur's ideal unfaithful man. Your tainted holy sword is the worst reality that is unbearable to look at."

Bedivere also raised the long sword in his hand, this time he will never back down.

Especially in the face of this unfaithful person.

"Ha--! What a big tone, you bloody coward! Interesting! Let me remind you of the tragic reality that you have nothing to compare with me!"

Mordred suddenly had a fighting spirit, raised his long sword and rushed over.