My mother's love song

It would be impossible to fight without moving one's own body out of range or taking dimensional jumps.

"……snort."

The noble knight who became bloodthirsty due to the reversal, his smiling eyes were full of hideousness and cruelty.

The one-sided killing continues.

"…This is the ninetieth one. You must have a hundred clones.

Seeing you guys committing suicide, I thought you would have some killer moves or strategies... It's really outrageous."

As he spoke, he plucked the strings of his zither lightly.

“Ugh uh uh…Ah!!!”

Hassan, a giant man who rushed to about five meters in front of Tristan, was cut in half by the invisible blade.

On the other side, Hassan the Cursed was hiding in the safety of the fog, shooting his dagger at the knight without saying a word.

For an assassin, no matter how many of his compatriots die in battle, he can remain calm.

The throwing dagger that drains Tristan's energy is also an invisible arrow used to measure the knight.

If the enemy is an invincible giant, then victory or defeat will be decided by a single kill.

For Hassan the Cursed, the dagger is just a deployment before the real "kill".

Use the short sword to predict the range and trajectory of the bow, while at the same time draining the user's physical strength.

Direct the battle to the best timing, and then defeat him with the Noble Phantasm.

More than twenty daggers had been thrown, and without exception, they were chopped into pieces invisibly when they were ten meters away from the Knights of the Round Table.

“That leaves ten people left. No, we’ve finally reached a number that can be counted on one hand.

As you can see, I'm unharmed. What a waste of time."

The leader of the Hundred Faces suddenly put one hand on his waist and chuckled: "Do you really think so?"

Rumble

The ceiling above Tristan's head suddenly collapsed, and thick purple liquid poured over his body like a waterfall.

“Hmm…!? Impossible, this is…!?”

Facing the sudden attack from above, Tristan fell to his knees.

"…I am Hassan of Silence."

Serenity jumped down from the ceiling.

“This is a poisonous flower that blooms at night. This area has been filled with my poison.

You did not suppress Lord Baimao, you were just played around by Lord Baimao and Lord Zhuwan.

The two of them deliberately provoked this extreme battle so that you wouldn't notice my disappearance and to buy me time to set up the poison trap."

"poison……"

Tristan covered his face and made a dull sound.

"You said poison...you, to me!"

"That's right, there is no blonde Isolde here! Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table!"

Cursed Arm Hassan shouted in a high-pitched voice out of excitement: "You, the undefeated archer, died of poisoning! You betrayed a woman, and then you were betrayed by that woman!

For a heroic spirit like you, poison is an irresistible fate!

This is a fitting end for a man who slaughtered so many of the Mountain People that he even wanted to kill his own people! "

Serenity Hassan came to Tristan with a dagger in his hand, looking down at him with emotionless purple eyes.

"The fate of the White Hand [Isolde] is approaching you step by step. Accept your fate."

At the moment when Quiet Hassan swung the dagger, Tristan sighed quietly.

"Aaaah...this is so sad."

With the ruthless announcement, the air was split in two.

The invisible string cut Quiet Hassan's wrist and cut open her bone mask. The pure face beneath the mask was filled with shock.

"Hey?"

Got counterattacked.

Tristan wasn't dying...that was impossible.

After receiving Rhodes' magic, the poison that Quiet Hassan could prepare could even kill a dragon.

And this man should be more afraid of poison than anyone else.

Tristan slowly got up from the ground.

"The blessing [Gift] I was given is [Reversal]. This is to make me a beast without any confusion..."

"Could it be that……!"

"Yes, its property is to reverse everything. So for me now, poison alone is completely useless."

The Son of Sorrow placed his fingers on the strings.

"Then please die in peace."

Chapter 296: Chalk Cracks, Dark Resurrection

On the outer wall of King Osmandis's great temple, Mordred and Xuanzang Sanzang are about to decide the winner.

On one side, there is murderous intent and hatred that breaks through the sky, and on the other side is love that seems to gently wrap all living beings in the world.

A breeze came from nowhere and blew up Xuanzang Sanzang's long black hair, and a warm golden light spread from under her feet.

The holy monk bowed with one hand and recited a magical spell calmly and sadly.

"If this exists, then that exists. If this arises, then that arises."

The monk girl narrowed her eyes, and the memories that she accidentally lost when she came to the singularity gradually recovered.

I remembered the hardships I experienced when climbing the Five Elements Mountain.

The eighty-one difficulties flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

Keeping his hands in a palm shape, Xuanzang silently recited the Buddha's teachings in his heart.

Humph... This woman is really dazzling.

Although cold and vicious women like Morgan are annoying, she also feels uncomfortable with warm women who are like the sun.

Mordred bit his lip.

Although thinking only takes a moment, time still moves forward.

She shook off the unnecessary thoughts in her mind, took a step towards the other party, and clenched the evil sword in her hands with both hands.

"My whole body, sacrifice gloriously for the glory of Camelot."

Roaring like a wild beast, Mordred felt that his whole body and soul had reached their peak.

"If this does not exist, then that does not exist. If this perishes, then that perishes."

Behind Xuanzang Sanzang, the shadow of a golden god or Buddha sitting on a lotus appeared.

The huge and majestic figure of the Buddha is truly worthy of the saying "I am the only one in heaven and on earth."

Mordred didn't take it seriously, she twisted her wrist and shouted in a low voice.

“The boiling wrath of the Broken Star…”

The Noble Phantasm that ended the King of Light will destroy everything here again.

"Rebellion against my magnificent father [Clarent Blood Arthur]!!!"

Mordred swung the magic sword as fast as the wind, and the roaring red thunder was at the speed of light.

Facing the surging magic power, Xuanzang Sanzang simply turned his palm toward the enemy in front of him and slowly pushed out a palm.

She chanted a spell softly.

"Remember the merits of sandalwood... Five Elements Mountain Sakyamuni Buddha Palm."

The ultimate movement and the ultimate stillness.

Anti-military treasure [Rebellion against my magnificent father].

Anti-city weapon [Five Elements Mountain Shakyamuni Buddha Palm]

Two completely opposite energies collided, and the space was swept up by a storm as if it had gone crazy.

Faced with this powerful impact that almost destroyed the existing barrier itself, even King Osmandis and Nitocris who were sitting safely inside the Great Temple felt its intensity.

However, the impact that shook the entire pyramid lasted only a few seconds.

At some point, everything came to a halt.

The inside and outside of the Great Temple returned to calm, as if the huge collision of treasures just now had never happened.

"……Um?"

Osmandis supported his face with one hand and looked up at the main temple.

Have the two guys fighting above my head decided the winner?

This should be impossible, because even if the battle between Heroic Spirits ended in a victory, the energy aftermath would last for a long time.

At this moment, on the outer wall of the Great Temple of Light, a huge lotus blossomed, whose presence was no less than that of the pyramid.

With pink petals flying all over the sky, it is hard to believe that this is the center of the battlefield.

"You guy..."

When Mordred opened his eyes again, he found the back of his head resting on Xuanzang Sanzang's thigh.

"It's not just this place, it's also affecting my body."

Xuanzang smiled and narrowed his eyes, saying, "Of course, for someone who doesn't even understand her true wishes. In the end, we must show her the Buddha's mercy."

This sharp-tongued woman who constantly radiated gentleness used her [Anti-City Noble Phantasm] to wipe out Clarent's hostility.

It's ridiculous.

Is it possible for an offensive Noble Phantasm to do something like this?

How much "love" is needed to achieve this?

Mordred smacked his lips. Thanks to this guy, the hatred in his heart had completely disappeared.

"What are you talking about? You're still dead. And you took a direct hit from Clarent. You can't survive."

The girl gave a faint, helpless smile.

"But... well. It turns out there are monks who are not just good at talking."

The king's sword thrown aside gradually dissipated, and Mordred closed his eyes peacefully.

I'm sorry, father... As you said, I don't have the capacity to be a king.

I'm sorry Rod... I think this is all I can say.

Ahhh... I wanted to see the face of my father's child. I'm not cut out to be a big brother.

"Haha... How strange. It seems like I had a dream that I will soon meet Father Rhodes and the others again..."

Shortly after Mordred turned into golden light and disappeared into the sky, Xuanzang Sanzang's body also began to disappear bit by bit.

The holy monk exhausted all her strength in the process of educating the rebellious knight, and her journey ended here.

"...I'll leave the rest up to you all."

The two girls left this world without any regrets.

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