I'm really not an old sword

Two violent magical fluctuations, accompanied by a sky full of radiant light, fell on the two people.

The two sides fighting at the foot of the cliff stopped at the same time.

Eyes focused on the cliff.

The stars gathered together and simultaneously burst out with dazzling beams of light that seemed to pierce the sky and the clouds.

Then they met and reached a stalemate.

'boom! ’

A violent cloudburst erupted at the intersection of the light.

Trees were broken and ruins collapsed.

The horse let out a terrified whine, turned around and fled into the distance regardless of its owner's attempts to comfort it.

More people were blown down by the aftermath of the explosion.

After a long time, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the cliff turned into a deep pit with a diameter of several miles.

Lin Qingsu slowly put down the sword.

There was no trace of Richard in the deep pit.

"kill!"

Shadows suddenly appeared everywhere among the stones, ruins, and shadows under the trees.

Several figures suddenly rushed towards him.

The man, who was completely covered in a black robe, waved his tattered long sleeves.

Dozens of poisonous needles flashing with light rushed towards Lin Qingsu.

Another slender male assassin.

The cloak on his right arm was torn, and the originally slender and dry arm instantly expanded to several times its original size. The whole arm turned a strange dark red, emitting a dark and ominous aura as it grabbed towards him.

A whirlwind erupted.

Most of the dozen silver needles were blown away and deflected, and the rest were blocked by the sword.

A punch hit the opponent's abdomen.

"Pfft!"

The assassin groaned and flew backwards at an even faster speed.

Looking at the remaining two attacks, Lin Qingsu gripped the sword tightly with both hands, released magic power, and a light golden light instantly filled the broad sword body.

Sweep forward.

Hassan's arm was shattered by the blow, and he flew backwards with blood spitting out of his mouth.

The assassin holding the sharp blade paused in his attack.

He twisted his body to avoid the released magic power and continued to rush towards Lin Qingsu with a strange posture, the sharp blade in his hand shining with black light.

Lin Qingsu rushed forward to meet the sword.

'boom! ’

A violent explosion accompanied by smoke and dust that covered the sky filled the cliff.

Covering the battlefield of thousands of people below.

Hassan's body flew backwards like a piece of tattered waste paper in the direction from which he came, and landed beside two men named Hassan Sabah, known as the Old Man of the Mountain.

It hit the ground and slid for several meters.

After a long time, the smoke and dust dissipated and the sun shone on the earth again.

"Is this your backup plan?"

Hassan's pupils constricted.

In the ruins, Lin Qingsu was holding a purple-haired girl with wheat-colored skin in one hand.

"An assassin who uses poison?"

Lin Qingsu slammed hard with her left hand.

The girl groaned in pain, spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and looked listless.

"Delusion of the heart? Delusion of the poisonous body? Delusion of the computer?"

"Well, there's another little guy whose identity is unknown, but he's quite good."

"So you actually think your Noble Phantasm will work on me?"

Lin Qingsu stepped on Jingmi Hassan.

He unscrupulously mocked these assassins who couldn't even survive a single round in his hands.

The purple girl groaned in pain.

Coughing continuously, the bright red blood slowly seeped into the cracked ground.

Lin Qingsu's eyes were cold and contemptuous.

These assassins are good at assassination.

Without the swordsman's endurance, strength, and even the most important agility, he could not compare with Richard.

Lin Qingsu sneered, "Did the old man in the mountain send you here to die?"

"Don't insult my Lord!"

"The anger of the weak means nothing."

The powerful sword cut Hassan, who was holding a weapon, into two halves along with the dagger.

The other Hassan wanted to retreat.

Lin Qingsu grabbed his ankle, swung him to the ground, and beheaded him with a sword.

Seeing this, Hassan the Cursed Arm turned around and tried to escape into the distance without looking back.

"Want to escape?"

......

“Wow, where on earth is this place!!!”

In the endless desert.

A girl with purple hair and brown skin was walking listlessly.

I was summoned here for no apparent reason.

Without a Master, Nitocris had no idea what to do, and she felt like a fool.

If I wasn't afraid of the pain, I would have committed suicide!

"But that temple is the temple of Osmandis, right?"

Looking up at the scorching sun in the sky, Nitocris remembered a glimpse she had accidentally seen in the sky the day before.

It was a huge pyramid flying in the sky.

It is the Noble Phantasm of the great Pharaoh, Osmanthus, the "Great Complex Temple of Radiance"!

"I didn't expect he would be here too!"

Thinking of this, Nitocris regained some of her spirit.

He clenched his little fist.

"Osmandis!"

As the 'most useless' pharaoh in history.

She has always admired powerful and great pharaohs such as Osmanthus the Sun King and Iskandar the Conqueror.

The thought of possibly meeting one of my 'idols'.

After walking in the desert for several days, Nitocris, who was tired and exhausted, suddenly felt motivated.

"I must find it...ah!"

The brown-skinned girl, lost in fantasy, stumbled and fell to the sand.

‘Poof! ’

"Ooooh! It hurts, it hurts!"

Nitocris kicked the sand under her feet in venting her anger.

"You'll let me stir!!!"

'Boom! '

"what!!!"

The brown-skinned girl covered her feet and screamed.

Tears of pain welled up in his eyes.

She raised her little hand, and the scepter symbolizing the Pharaoh's power appeared in her hand. She glared fiercely at the thing that dared to "bully" her.

But he was stunned.

In a yellow desert, a small cup emitting golden light was sunken into the sand.

"This is...?"

Nitocris's throat moved slightly.

Still holding the scepter, Nitocris crawled over using both legs and dug the sand with her small hands to take out the golden cup.

Pour out the sand.

Holding it up, looking left and right, Nitocris's eyes showed joy.

"Is this the Holy Grail?!!"

Nitocris held the Holy Grail in her arms as if it were a treasure.

"Hey hey hey!"

If the Holy Grail is given to Lord Osmandis.

Even a loser like me will be recognized by the great Pharaoh!

bah bah bah!

I am not a waste if I can obtain the Holy Grail!

Just like drinking a sip of ice water on a hot summer day, Nitocris stood up full of energy, changing from her decadent demeanor.

Holding the Holy Grail, he continued walking in the direction where the temple disappeared, humming a song along the way, and fell into the beautiful fantasy of being recognized by the great pharaoh and being considered "You are also an excellent pharaoh."

Suddenly a shadow ran towards her at a very fast speed.

Sense the fluctuation of magic power.

Nitocris instantly broke free from her fantasy, turned her head and looked at the black dot at the end of her vision, her beautiful eyes narrowed.

"Are you here to steal my Holy Grail?"

"Hehehe, this is the Holy Grail that I want to present to the great Pharaoh."

"After all, I am the Queen of Pharaohs."

"You're making a mistake if you want to snatch it from me!"

The black figure was extremely fast.

Nitocris gripped the Pharaoh's Staff tightly, ready to strike hard if he got close.

Suddenly he realized that there seemed to be pursuers behind him.

And the next moment, a sharp sword light suddenly came from the end of the sight, cutting through the sky, as if to tear the scorching air in half.

‘Poof! ’

The black figure was cut into two halves.