Chapter 150
Could it be that...
Under her incredulous gaze.
The opponent Projection a very familiar Golden Sword using magic—
Excalibur
Even without the genuine, true power, it is still not to be underestimated.
"Aaaaah, you bastard, you're Nameless!"
Mordred instantly flew into a rage, and the crimson light surged once more. "Take this!"
The two Noble Phantasm clashed violently.
Everyone retreated hastily, watching as the two engaged in a terrifying battle.
After the light faded.
As you can see, Nameless is gently cradling Mordred, whose armor is shattered, in his arms.
Of course, this is on the premise that we ignore the Gan Jiang Mo Xie that he placed around Xiao Mo's neck!
"You bastard, Nameless One, how dare you show your face in front of me?"
Mordred glared at the other person angrily, looking like a puffed-up lion cub.
Since their parting at Jianqiu, 1,500 years have passed without them seeing each other again.
When they met again, they discovered that the other person had actually become several years younger!
Mordred, completely unconcerned about the dagger at his neck, roared, "Kill me! I'm someone abandoned by my Father King anyway. After the Holy Selection, everyone who didn't enter the Holy City will be burned; they'll all die!"
"Little Mo, do you want to fight against your Father King with me?" Nameless gently sheathed his dagger and removed the helmet he always wore.
A pair of eyes met his gaze tenderly.
"To deal with Father King?"
Mordred, who was initially furious, suddenly brightened up upon hearing these words.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Let's make this clear first: after we defeat Father King, you can't abandon me and run away!"
"Of course! Why would I cheat you?"
The nameless man smiled even more gently and reached out to touch the girl's cheek.
Under its caress.
The once domineering Rebellious Knight suddenly blushed, and his eyes began to Gilgamesh.
"You, you mustn't do this!" Mordred whispered.
Since Wuming was willing to be close to her, she naturally liked him immensely.
But with so many people watching, it really made her shy.
This scene left countless onlookers sighing in dismay.
[Poor Mo, why has she been captivated by that damned charm of the nameless guy again?]
[Nameless, stop persecuting Xiao Mo! I can't stand it anymore!]
[Tragic... Little Mo... Tragic!]
[As expected of Rebellious Knight, he betrayed his father again the moment he heard about filial piety. Don't forget to Stab-Son Spear!]
Who was the second Knight of the Round Table?
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Mashu reminded her, "Senpai, shouldn't we be setting off?"
"Okay, let's continue!" Wuming released Xiao Mo without hesitation, letting her fall to the ground.
"Hateful!"
Mordred frowned as she looked at the pink-haired girl.
A formidable enemy!
With the addition of a powerful general, the team continued its stealthy advance towards the Holy City.
After walking for a while, they encountered the second Knight of the Round Table.
He had long red hair and his eyes were tightly closed; it was none other than Tristan, who had appeared earlier!
He sighed softly, "Mordred, you have betrayed my My King once again!"
"No, this isn't my betrayal, it's Nameless's attempt to defy Father King!" Mordred betrayed Nameless's information without hesitation.
"Nameless... Oh, after 1,500 years, you've appeared once again?"
Tristan was slightly surprised, but not afraid at all. "Unfortunately, it's useless. With the blessing of my My King, a god-level being, I am far stronger than before!"
"In the poignant beauty of death, let us listen to the final lament!"
With a gentle pluck of the strings, bursts of explosive air arrows erupted.
This zither is none other than the bow known as the "bow that always hits the mark."
[Failnaught]
By vibrating the harp strings, air arrows capable of cutting through anything are released.
The speed and quantity were so extreme that it was impossible for anyone to avoid them all.
It can only be dodged by attacks that involve jumping between dimensions.
"Singing of pain, playing the chorus of weeping. These are my arrows."
Tristan sighed with deep sorrow, "Death, how poignantly beautiful it is."
However.
Unexpectedly, the nameless figure vanished in a flash, and by the time the primaries resumed, it had already reached his side.
"It's no use, everything you've done is part of my plan." Tristan plucked the strings.
Vines rose from all around, wrapping around it layer by layer.
However, what's entangled is merely an illusion!
The nameless man's Moye sword sliced across his throat. "Little Cui, stop pretending to be a melancholy poet!"
"Nameless, don't be too happy yet."
Tristan collapsed to the ground. "Fate will catch up with you..."
The second Knight of the Round Table has been defeated!
[Double kill! Is Nameless really going to single-handedly wipe out the Knights of the Round Table?]
[Damn, Nameless is ruthless! He showed absolutely no mercy!]
[This is a Singularity; everything will return to normal once it's repaired, so killing them all won't hurt!]
[Holy crap, another knight has appeared!]
Before the audience could even gasp in amazement...
A tall, slender figure appeared silently behind Nameless, his sword slamming down with a resounding crash. "Farewell, Nameless! My sword will only prove its true worth when facing a formidable foe like you!"
"Aurora, reflect your image on the lake with a slash!"
[Bound and Shackled Completely - Aroundight Overload!]
The immense magical power, enough to make the Noble Phantasm unforgettable, was unleashed in a torrent of energy.
"Lancelot, how come you've learned to use sneak attacks too?"
The nameless figure seemed to have been prepared, as rings of purple petals bloomed before it.
[RhoAias Rho Aias!]
Seven layers of purple petals enveloped him completely.
But under Lancelot's all-out attack, blessed by the Lion King god, the petals shattered instantly, layer by layer.
However.
Wuming didn't care at all, calmly watching the Junior Schoolmate blocking his way.
The shield in his hand unleashed boundless power, blocking the sneak attack.
"Your shield..."
Lancelot stared blankly at the shield in Mashu's hand.
After it unleashed its magical energy, he instantly felt a deadly sense of familiarity.
"Does it look familiar? If it does, that's right, this is the dining table where you Knight of the Round Table eat!" Nameless explained with a half-smile.
"No! This is impossible!"
Lancelot staggered back, staring at the girl in shock.
Under his gaze, Mashu angrily rebuked, "You know perfectly well that the Lion King is wantonly slaughtering the innocent, so why do you still aid and abet him?"
"That's none of your business. My mission is to capture you and bring you before my My King!" Lancelot took a few steps back, still not intending to give up.
At this moment, Wuming said pitifully, "Qing, quickly bow your head and beg for mercy."
"Beg for mercy?"
Lancelot seemed to have a vague idea in mind.
"You bastard Lancelot, both I and Galahad, who was passed down to me, are utterly disappointed in you!"
Mashu grew increasingly furious. "If you have doubts about the King, you should correct them! If the King is wrong, you should fight him! This is the way of the knight that the King and the Nameless One taught you!"
"Wait! No, no, this can't be! This tone that doesn't treat you like a father, and the hair that hides one eye... could you be Galahad?"
Lancelot was increasingly shocked.
Yes, his son is Galahad!
He is hailed as the perfect knight and praised as the boy who carries the future of the next Round Table.
A knight who is without desires and wants, and perfect to the extreme!
The shield in his hand--
[The Lord Camelot!]
This embodies the spirit of the Knight of the Round Table, who "have no hierarchical relationship."
It is also a symbol of Camelot, the sacred city of King Arthur.
Once fully deployed, it will transform into the Camelot.
The stronger your will, the more terrifying your defense will be, enough to withstand any attack!
Wuming watched him with a smile, "What, your disobedient, rebellious son turning into a daughter, isn't that a huge win for you?"
"Uh, the son turned into a daughter..."
Lancelot's expression showed a slight hesitation.
At this moment.
Mashu swung her shield once more, furiously slamming it down on him. "I'll risk this Spirit Origin to sever you, you unclean one of the Round Table!"
"Ah, that familiar attack that penetrates the flesh and reaches deep into the soul... You really are Galahad!"
Lancelot let out a strange, drawn-out moan.
He took a few steps back, sighed, and said, "Fine, I have been defeated, and I am no longer the king's knight! Nameless, I am willing to fight the king with you!"