The Holy Spear Rhongomyniad

Buzz~

However, just as the beam of light was about to strike Diarmuid, seven cherry blossom shields opened up on its side.

Mordred raised an eyebrow when he saw his attack being blocked.

"Phew, I'm saved."

Diarmuid let out a soft breath.

It's not that he's a coward.

How could a flintlock musket possibly stop a cannon, especially one that could be adjusted at will?

"Gae dearg"

Seizing the opportunity, Diarmuid threw his red spear!

"Snort."

Mordred snorted coldly.

The beam of light dissipated, directly cleaving the Gae Bulg rose away.

"How many people are left? Come out now!"

Mordred scanned his surroundings and shouted.

The numerous Purification Knights slowly walked up behind Mordred.

Hassan of the Stillness, hiding in the shadows, looked puzzled.

Why did these people save her?

Buzz—

At this time

A golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, and these rays gradually condensed into a pillar of light.

"That's right!"

Mordred's pupils contracted.

A calm, even voice echoed in the void.

"Ex-calibur!"

Coming to his senses, Mordred hurriedly raised the radiant King's sword, Clarent.

Unleash your Noble Phantasm.

"Clearent blood arthur (Rebellion Against My Glorious Father King)!"

Crimson lightning coalesced, transforming into a red pillar of light.

The Sword of Promised Victory met the upward slash head-on!

"These two started exchanging blows without saying a word."

On the Divine Chariot, Iskandar couldn't help but shake his head.

The attack stopped after two minutes.

Mordred looked seriously at the man who emerged from the dust.

To be precise, it was the holy sword in the man's hand.

"Who are you, and why is the King's holy sword in your hands!"

"Which holy sword are you referring to?"

The King's Treasure appears.

Dozens of longswords appeared.

These are all holy swords from various mythologies.

Mordred: "..."

"Alright, I'm done teasing you." Ling Yuan stopped, seeing Mordred's increasingly grim Mordred.

"Mordred, we've come to pick you up."

"Pick me up? Where to?"

Go to your mother's place.

Mordred: "..."

"Uh, I didn't curse you. I meant go to hell, or rather, go to King Arthur."

"King Arthur, so you really are my father!"

"Let's go now!" Mordred stepped forward.

But the next second

He was stopped by two greatswords.

Mordred frowned, looking at the two Purification Knights on either side. "What are you going to do?"

These Purification Knights remained silent, slowly surrounding the crowd.

"Ah, Mordred, you have betrayed your oath once again. I am so sad."

Just then, a melancholy voice rang out.

A man with long red hair and closed eyes slowly walked over, holding a harp.

Chapter 454 The Rhongomyniad

"Tristan, what are you doing here? This is my area of responsibility."

Mordred frowned.

Clearly, she was very unhappy with Tristan's meddling.

"This is the question I should be asking you, Knight Mordred, whether you will betray the Lion King," Tristan said calmly, his eyes tightly closed.

"I just need to confirm a few things!"

"Is that so? I am heartbroken. You ultimately could not escape the curse of fate," Tristan said, shaking his head.

"Don't give me that nonsense. I only want to serve and follow one king!"

"But you betrayed her."

"You bastard, do you want to die?"

The helmet instantly covered his face, and Mordred, gripping his greatsword, was brimming with rage.

But in an instant, Xiao Mo's greatsword was pressed down by the two greatswords.

"Get out of my way!"

The hot-tempered Mo killed two Purification Knights with a single sword strike.

"Mordred, I am saddened that you have betrayed him once again." Tristan slowly opened his eyes, easily dodging Mordred's attack.

(Because the infighting among the round table participants failed, they did not gouge out their own eyes.)

Regretting leaving the Round Table before his death, he chose to fulfill the loyalty he had not yet achieved in his lifetime.

In order to ensure that his sentimental self would carry out the king's orders without hesitation, he chose the blessing of "reversal," becoming a cold-blooded beast who abandoned his heart to fight only for the Lion King.

Blessings, however, are not driven by the individual's will.

Therefore, he is now undoubtedly an enemy.

"Well, although I don't know what happened between you, isn't that Lion King the fake one?" Iskandar said, scratching his head.

"Buzz—"

Tristan looked at Iskandar, his long, slender index finger trembling, causing the void to tremble.

Iskandar's pupils contracted, and he slashed his sword at the void.

Bang!

Mars exploded in the void.

"Hey, young man, you look fair-skinned but have a really bad temper."

Iskandar blocked Tristan's attack.

Missing his first strike, Tristan continued to play the strings.

Several Vacuum Arrows shot out.

Waver was so frightened that he clung tightly to Iskandar's leg.

"An invisible attack? The little girl's forces are all monsters," Iskandar couldn't help but say.

With their exceptional warrior skills and battlefield instincts, Diarmuid and Iskandar relentlessly wielded their weapons.

He deflected Tristan's attacks one by one.

This made Tristan stop what he was doing.

"So that's how it is. You thought you had the power to resist the king?"

"I am sad... Mordred, I will take you back to face the king's judgment. Until then, please be quiet."

Immediately, several Purification Knights charged toward Little Mo.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the void exploded.

Several Purification Knights were about to approach Xiao Mo exploded on the spot, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

Tristan looked up, his gray eyes narrowing.

Ling Yuan slowly released the bowstring of the bow-shaped Ending Sword.

"I think you don't quite understand the current situation, Lord Tristan."

In the void, a golden halo appeared.

One after another, A-rank Noble Phantasm emerged from within.

"May I ask you, the sorrowful knight Tristan, to face King Arthur's judgment?"

Tristan: "..."

Laugh!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out

The Noble Phantasm burst forth, instantly annihilating more than a dozen Purification Knights.

Looking at the Noble Phantasm scattered around him, Tristan slowly raised his head.

The tip of Excalibur was positioned one centimeter in front of his brow.

Sensing the familiar aura emanating from the holy sword, Tristan's pupils contracted. "Excalibur..."

Finally, Tristan lowered his hand from the strings.

"It's good that you understand."

Snap

With a crisp snap of his fingers, the Golden City vanished, and Excalibur, which had been aimed at Tristan's brow, slowly sank into the King's Treasure.

"That's it?"

"Little Morton, Tristan, let's go."

"Don't call me that so affectionately, we're not familiar with each other," Mordred said coldly.

Despite saying that, he still put away his weapon and followed.

Tristan followed.

Oh, I almost forgot about you.

Ling Yuan, who was about to leave, paused and looked at a dark corner to the side.