The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

Perhaps it was the power that this great mythical beast possessed itself, or perhaps it was the part of the god Marduk that was added when it was created. Even the Knight of the Lake below could never ignore the flames of poison and death.

Lancelot did not stay where he was, but quickly dodged the flames without jumping up in a hurry.

If you jump up at this moment, it will be difficult to turn your body flexibly in the air. When facing such a threatening attack, you should slowly look for opportunities.

But this war would not give so much time. The dark sludge rushed out from the ground, polluting the pure chalk city and also not letting the Knights of the Round Table who were there escape.

The dark curse transformed into tentacle-like things, in the form of death mud, and rushed towards Lancelot, trying to wrap him up.

The poisonous flames of the angry serpent worked in tandem with the power of Tezcatlipoca, and the two types of death did not cancel each other out, but instead passed through each other.

Lancelot, who still had some strength left, immediately fell into danger. He kept the holy sword Arondette drawn in his hand, and relied on the bonus of the Knight in the Lake and his huge physical fitness to keep fleeing.

On such a battlefield, Lancelot does have a chance to perform, and the protection of the elves can be used at this moment. It is an ability that can only be activated on a battlefield where military exploits are established, and it is an ability that can turn danger into safety when facing a crisis.

But the opportunity to escape danger will not always exist. You may avoid it once or twice, but it will be impossible to avoid it more times.

Lancelot's mind was able to remain quite calm. The blessing he received from the Lion King was named "Miserable" because he vowed not to die for justice, but to examine the overall situation as a human being.

This allowed Lancelot to remain calm in looking at everything that happened here, but in the original story it also ultimately led to his betrayal again, turning his sword against his old colleagues once again.

After enduring several more pincer attacks, Lancelot slashed the surrounding tentacles made of death mud with his sword, and jumped up again to face the angry snake flying low.

Well, relying on the enhancement granted by the blessing, Lancelot himself can exert much stronger power than in normal state. The reason why he is involved in such a difficult battle is simply because the enemy is indeed strong.

7. But I have been given the power by the King and the opportunity to devote myself to the King again. I must not let this opportunity go to waste.

⑹There are countless things that have been lost, misunderstood, and hurt.

Now that I have regained what I once believed to be right and what I had protected, how can I give it up again?

③ Under the leadership of the king, my sword will no longer make any mistakes and will definitely reach the correct and victorious direction.

4. "I have dedicated my life to the Lion King. I will never allow myself to fail!"

The calm lake surface was surging with deep magic power, and the surging magic power roared out. Lancelot used the slash of light to open a path for himself.

2. "Reach the end, transcend the limit. King of the other side, witness this light!"

A shining light like lake water rose from the ground, breaking through the obstruction of poisonous flames and bombarding the angry snake.

The monster He that was summoned by sulfur broke out of the ground at this moment. The monster He that appeared on the west side was an arrogant beast with rose-like thorns all over its body, the monster Hesupelbia.

Q replaced the magic eye on its body, and the rose-like thorns that grew out were the devil's spear. As soon as the monster appeared, it locked onto the angry snake that had just been swallowed by the lake light, and fired the devil's spear on its body.

Lancelot also broke through the obstacles with the help of the lake light, jumped onto the front feet of the angry snake, and chopped the thick ankles of the angry snake with his sword like chopping a tree.

NAnd the demonic spear shot from the demon beast He pierced into the angry snake's body like a nail, causing blood to spill onto the ground even more horribly than last time, completely dyeing the ground below red.

: The sudden appearance of the monster caused the angry snake to suffer considerable trauma, causing it to let out a painful cry, but what followed was complete anger.

The burning poisonous flames spread outward like ripples, covering most of the sky in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, lightning fell from the sky and strong winds blew at the same time, bringing a terrifying thunderstorm that covered the area where the flames were burning.

The terrible angry snake, carrying with it rage, stirred up a thunderstorm and flames, and rushed directly towards the monster He.

The howling flames and thunderstorms also swept over Lancelot. Lancelot, who was being shot at, could hardly avoid such an attack. He could only endure the wounds and climb upwards.

The purple armor gradually showed signs of damage, and Lancelot could only rely on the durability upgraded to A+ level and the holy sword in his hand to continue resisting.

Two terrifying beasts fought each other here, and the blood turned into streams flowing on the ground.

……

"This is the holy city... Camelot, built with the Holy Lance. ... I have finally arrived..."

After passing through the gate of the holy city and arriving inside the city, Bedivere was filled with emotion.

"kill!"

But there doesn't seem to be much time to be sentimental here, as the real warriors of the Holy City have already appeared.

Unlike the other soldiers and the Knights of Discipline who were still humans, the soldiers in the city were no longer humans.

Instead, it was a divine army created with the magic power of the Holy Lance, and they were warriors that were incomparable to the previous troops.

The Knights of Justice who are directly under the Holy City can even be regarded as the incarnations of the Lion King to some extent. Although they are not completely the same, they are enough to illustrate their power.

"It seems that we are in the front. The Lion King is ahead. As long as we can kill her, everything will be over."

The clones of Hassan the Hundred Faces formed a team of five and walked in front. After being freed from Gawain, they rushed along the city wall and moved forward.

"Zheng——"

The sound of plucking the strings suddenly rang out at this moment, and the five Hassans of a hundred faces walking in front were cut apart at the same time and turned into pieces of corpses.

"The invisible arrow is from Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table... It seems that it was the right decision to let the Hundred Faces explore the way ahead."

The rest of the Hassans were naturally hiding in the dark. Based on the direction of the sound of the strings, they saw Tristan hiding on the roof of the building.

Chapter 37: Transformation

"...How sad. After seeing the bugs coming into the Cretaceous City of the Lion King, I couldn't help but move my fingers unhappily.

Oh my goodness, what a lucky bunch of bugs. "

Tristan said regretfully while shaking his finger.

"Tristan, who plays the invisible arrow, is undoubtedly an opponent that the Archer can defeat.

Let's take this man as our prey and take his life."

Hassan the Cursed Wrist climbed up the wall of the building next to him at a very fast speed and threw the throwing knife from his hand at the same time.

"Well, our fangs will definitely hit the evil Tristan. After we get rid of him, we will go and get the head of the Lion King."

Hassan the Hundred Faces then created a fighting avatar, which was the incarnation of the Swift Makur, who possessed a terrifying speed as his name indicated.

Each incarnation of the Hundred Faces has a different focus. The weird-armed Gozel has arm strength that can compete with Beowulf and Sakata Kintoki, the swift Makur can compete with Atalanta in speed, and some of the clones have gymnastics levels that can even impress Nero.

But the total number of abilities of Hassan the Hundred Faces will not change. The split individuals are all extremely biased clones, and once multiple abilities are split at the same time, the values will decrease sharply.

In the battle against Tristan, it would be unrealistic to try to overwhelm him with numbers.

The bow with strings wrapped around it in Tristan's hand is a weapon with the reputation of a sure-hit. The invisible vacuum arrow can cut everything around Tristan in an instant.

If you want to defeat Tristan, you must pass through these invisible arrows and attack his relatively fragile body.

Of course, there is one more point. The Hassans also knew something about Tristan’s story. Tristan eventually fell down due to poisoning, and among the Hassans present there happened to be a master of poison.

Quiet Hassan never made his presence felt, leaving the battle to Baimao and Curse Wrist, and just sprayed the poison gas himself.

"I think fate is like the god of death. Those who can successfully shake it off can gain some time, while those who are caught up will die before they can achieve their goal.

You who have survived to this day have undoubtedly once shaken off fate, but there is no difference between coming here on your own initiative and turning around to chase fate. Let me witness your final struggle here.

Cut off the limbs, tear out the internal organs, and leave only the head - before that, please try your best not to die. "

Tristan just spoke coldly, and the flying knife thrown by Hassan the Cursed Wrist stopped beside him and was cut into pieces accompanied by the sound of the harp.

Tristan did not go all out, but searched with a playful mind. In the battle here, no matter how fast Baimao was, he could not avoid the arrows that were sure to hit him.

Tristan, however, was like a cat playing with a mouse, allowing the invisible arrow to just glide past Baimao's body, leaving scratches on her body but not taking her life.

It was not until Bai Mao's running figure passed through the obstacles and was about to reach Tristan that Tristan finally shot the arrow that was sure to hit the target, cutting off Bai Mao's legs and seeing her fall to the ground.

Tristan is keeping his word and inflicting his cruelty on his enemies without reservation.

Cut off the limbs, tear out the internal organs, and finally chop off the head.

"It's so sad. All the bug can do is waste time struggling. Let me finish it quickly."

Tristan seemed to have lost interest. He looked up at the street in the distance where smoke was already starting to burn. After sighing, he began to shoot arrows with all his strength.

Only now did Baimao split out a large number of clones as a barrier, and after confirming that it was extremely difficult to approach Tristan, all he could do was delay time.

The invisible arrows turned into countless silk strings, cutting through the streets while cutting through the hundreds of Hassans that kept appearing.

"This is the ninetieth one. I heard you have a hundred personalities."

Tristan counted each time he plucked a string, then strummed five more times between words.

"Now the number has reached a number that can be counted on one hand, and I am unharmed. You can't do anything."

After enjoying this meaningless struggle, Tristan should take Hassan's life.

"Do you really think so?"

Baimao showed a look of joy, and pink mist spread out from the side, surrounding Tristan.

"Hmm...? What is this fog?"

Tristan was a little surprised by the sudden appearance of fog.

"I am Hassan the Silent, a poisonous flower that blooms at night. This area is filled with my poisonous fog.

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

The two of them started this fight in order to distract you from the toxins that were eating away at your body."

Hassan, who was quietly emitting poisonous gas, stood up and said.

"Poison, you said poison...you, do this to me...!"

"That's right, there is no golden-haired Isolde here! Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table! You, the undefeated archer, died of poisoning. You betrayed a woman and then got betrayed by that woman!

For a Heroic Spirit like you, poison is an irresistible fate. Didn't you say it yourself? The fate of the White Hand (Isolde) has finally caught up and saved you! "

Hassan the Hundred Faces excitedly issued the verdict, and the last three remaining clones rushed forward, ready to take Tristan's life.

Baimao only left one clone outside to complete the work, so here there are actually only four bodies left including the original body.

"Aaaah. This is so sad."

Tristan shook his head and let out a ruthless sigh, his body still plucked the strings of the magic bow even though he was bathed in the poisonous gas.

"careful!"

Hassan the Cursed Arm did not let down his guard too much. When he saw this scene, he immediately rushed forward.

The three clones of the Cursed Arm were cut in half in an instant, and the remaining vacuum arrows flying towards the Hassans were blocked.

“Eh…!?”

Quiet Hassan looked at Tristan, who was still able to move normally, and the obviously inhuman arm extending from Cursed Hassan in confusion.

"Why? This is indeed a lethal dose. I shouldn't be wrong about the poison..."

"Hmph...8...haha, this is so sad. Maybe I should act more like Liu, so that you can be proud of yourself and then catch them all in one fell swoop."

Tristan was quite dissatisfied with not being able to kill Hassan and others directly, and only chuckled twice.

"It seems that you are still not clear about my blessing. The blessing I was given is reversal. Although it is intended to make me a beast without any confusion, its characteristic is to reverse everything. So for me now, only poison is completely useless.

Your plan to die is in vain. It might be more pleasant to die in ignorance, but now you can only die with regrets. It is so sad. "

Tristan explained nonchalantly, just to let the Hassans in front of him celebrate his useless work.

Both Baimao and Jingyi were useless. Sora only had one cursed wrist left. What could it do to change the situation? The bugs would be wiped out soon.

"Our strategy was fruitless. Fortunately, I didn't hesitate, otherwise I would be stuck here."

The Cursed Wrist retracted his outstretched arm. That was his left arm. Unlike his right arm that was supposed to be connected to Satan's arm, it was still a normal arm.

But when rescuing Baimao and Jingmi, the arm expanded into a beast's limb in an instant.

The arm was obviously an eagle's sharp claw, which expanded at a terrifying speed and shot down the invisible arrow.

"Bai Mau, Jing Si, you two should go meet up with Arash and the others first. I will be the only one here. I got my power from the king. If you stay here, I might accidentally hurt you."

The body of Hassan the Cursed Arm is changing. Although the alien right hand with a stick is already an extremely special thing, the Cursed Arm still maintains the appearance of a human, with only the right hand being special.

But now, from beneath his black cloak, from his dark body, the hair was expanding and growing, evolving into the feathers of a bird of prey.

The feet he stood on the ground also underwent transformation. The majestic golden hair and lion's feet turned into the lower body of the Curse Arm.

Beneath the new growth of hair and feathers, the dragon's scales stand up to form a defensive shell.

The white skull mask also fell off quietly, and the bull's horns and majestic body swelled up silently.

Seeing the horrible changes in the Curse Wrist, the horrible difference from human to non-human, Baimao and Jingmi also knew the truth that the other party said and did not choose to stay here.

They can't help much here and may even become a burden. As assassins, they still have their rationality.

"How sad! You fell from a human to a beast in pursuit of power, and became a monster like Chimera. But even so, the result is still clear. You can't defeat me."

There was a terrible aura emanating from Hassan's body, but Tristana still spoke calmly, and at the same time continued to pluck the strings to shoot the arrows.