I'm really not an old sword

Chapter 45 Kill You All

Gorgeous music played in the sky, and arrows like flowing light shot into the heads of the monsters below.

"What the hell are these things?"

Gaheris frowned as he looked at the rampaging monsters.

A human figure, wrapped in an impenetrable black mist.

Although he is not very strong, his physical fitness is several times that of an ordinary person. Even the Knights of Justice will have a hard time defeating him.

Most importantly, they seem to be prisoners in labor camps.

Gaheris frowned and looked up.

Tristan stood in front of him, and dozens of the Knights of Justice were further ahead, betting on the gap that was blown out by someone unknown.

Fight against the monsters that keep emerging from the gap.

It was a 'cage' surrounded by a circular wall more than ten meters high. However, the facilities inside the cage were actually not much different from those of an ordinary town. Those imprisoned inside were former rebels and their families, numbering several thousand.

Knight Lanmalok has already led the other Knights of the Round Table into the area to find the source of the rebellion.

He stayed behind to protect Tristan.

This is your majesty's order.

In the event of war, Tristan must be protected closely by a Knight of the Round Table and at least two dozen Knights of the Righteous.

He repeatedly ordered Tristan to keep a distance of more than 20 meters from the enemy.

Don't think about hitting people with your piano.

Although Tristan himself felt that there was no need for it, they still did as his Majesty insisted, and Gaheris was the one who had been protecting Tristan closely during this period.

——Who in their right mind would let an archer fight someone in a one-on-one duel?

Tristan is very powerful. If you don't count his Noble Phantasm, his archery skills are only better than Arash's.

It's just that among the Knights of the Round Table, he is ultimately a 'knight' rather than an 'archer', and his strength is determined by close combat rather than ranged combat. The narrow terrain does not give Tristan any room to create distance, but even in this case, his strength is still outstanding among the powerful Knights of the Round Table.

Don’t say anything else.

Gaheris believed that even if it was him, in a short-range one-on-one fight, Tristan, who excelled with the bow and arrow, would only lose.

Asking yourself to protect an archer who is stronger than you in close combat?

Although Gaheris had a lot of things he wanted to complain about, since it was the order of His Majesty, he could only do it obediently, which led to his current situation of having nothing to do.

"What's going on here?"

Gaheris turned his head and frowned slightly at Lancelot who was rushing over.

He doesn't like him.

From the very beginning, he didn't like this guy who was competing with his brother for the first knight of the Round Table.

In his opinion, his eldest brother should be the first knight of the Round Table, and his family, which has half the blood of the Pendragon family, should be the first noble family in Camelot, and the arrival of Lancelot was simply inexplicable.

He came halfway and confidently snatched the title of the First Knight of the Round Table from his elder brother who had worked hard to follow His Majesty to conquer the world.

It’s a pity that my eldest brother is too gentle.

For the sake of harmony within the Round Table, no harsh action was taken against him, and this guy even broke his "Number of Saints" with despicable means.

If only my eldest brother still had the "number of a saint" during the Battle of Camlan.

How could Your Majesty be defeated?

Not to mention, this guy couldn't control his lower body and killed his sister.

This directly led to the collapse of the Round Table.

This indirectly led to senior knights and nobles such as Kay and Tristan leaving the Round Table and moving away from Britain in despair.

Otherwise, with them in charge of Camelot, how could that guy Mordred cause such a big stir when His Majesty went to war? Even with Morgan's support, what kind of stir could she cause in front of Kai and Tristan?

"Why are you here now?"

Lancelot gave a wry smile at Gaheris's cold tone, knowing he was still resentful that he had killed Gareth.

Before killing Gareth, although he disliked him, he still had some respect for him on the surface. But after killing Gareth...

When he thought of the cute little girl who always liked to follow him around.

Lancelot's heart softened.

I haven't seen her in a long time...

It seems like she prefers to be with that guy Arthur?

Were you deceived by him too?

Thinking of this, Lancelot's hesitation completely disappeared. Even for the sake of that little guy Gareth, he had to kill him.

"We encountered a few enemies on the way here, which delayed us for some time."

Lancelot looked inside the high wall: "What happened?"

"I don't know. Lan Malok has taken the others in to investigate. Tristan and I are outside to prevent these monsters from coming out and harming civilians." Gaheris paused and said, "Since you're here, then you can go in. Tristan and I are enough here."

"it is good."

Tristan kept plucking the strings.

Arrows easily strangled the monsters wrapped in black fog, and the remaining few monsters were quickly killed by groups of Knights of Justice.

They were easily pressed within the high walls and could not enter.

Lancelot's eyes flashed slightly, he nodded, and strode towards the high wall.

Gaheris saw that Lancelot seemed to want to go straight between him and Tristan, whom he was protecting, and choose the 'shortest way'. He frowned slightly, and his displeasure increased, but he didn't say anything.

Although I really don't like Lancelot.

Whether considering it as the eldest brother, the younger sister, or from the perspective of "family interests" during his lifetime, everyone hates him.

But he still has the necessary overall perspective.

No matter how hard he thought, he would never have imagined that Lancelot had betrayed him again, and that he left in this way so that he could stab Tristan from behind.

Just think that he is deliberately disgusting himself.

He could only sneer "hypocrisy" in his heart, and stopped looking at him to avoid annoying himself. He continued to pay attention to the situation around him. However, the more a person doesn't want to think about something, the more he wants to think about it. Gaheris really didn't want to look at Lancelot, but his eyes still looked at him uncontrollably.

And just when Lancelot arrived behind Tristan.

Lancelot quickly raised his sword and slashed straight at Tristan's defenseless back.

"what are you up to?!!!"

Gaheris's face changed drastically, he roared in anger, and rushed forward almost instantly.

But he was no match for Lancelot, and was inferior to him in both swordsmanship and speed. If Lancelot had planned it, he could only watch helplessly as the sword was about to behead Tristan from behind.

"Lancelot!!! You damned firstborn!"

Seeing the sword falling, Gaheris's eyes were about to burst, as if he saw again the tragic scene that day when his younger sister Gareth was chopped in half by the sword of the senior whom she admired most in front of him. He was extremely angry and regretful, but he was powerless to change the situation. He could only curse and vent his anger.

Tristan heard a voice behind him.

His sensitive ears caught the sound of the heavy sword behind him being swung at high speed and cutting through the air.

I immediately understood what had happened.

A helpless smile appeared on his face. He didn't care much about death. On the contrary, "life" was a torture to him. However, he was not a person who could be slaughtered at will. He immediately lunged forward and plucked the strings to try to disrupt Lancelot's fatal blow, trying to buy himself a chance to survive.

However, close combat is not his strong point.

Facing Lancelot, whose close combat ability was superior to his and whose fatal blow had been planned for a long time, he attacked.

He just made a move.

I felt the sharp pain of the sword blade on the back of my neck.

"Is this the end?"

"Certainly."

The girl's voice rang in my ears like thunder.

Lancelot only felt that the flow of time slowed down.

No, it wasn't time that slowed down; it was his time that slowed down.

The swinging of the greatsword slowed down to a point where it seemed to stop.

Tristan didn't understand what had happened and why Lancelot's sword didn't kill him, but his rich combat experience didn't let him hesitate even for a fraction of a second at this moment. He rolled forward and turned over while quickly plucking the strings. Several arrows made entirely of energy shot towards Lancelot.

And Gaheris also rushed up from behind and slashed at Lancelot's vest with a sword.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Several arrows collided in the air at a 90-degree angle with Tristan's piano music.

There were several explosions.

Lancelot had no time to be surprised or regretful that Tristan had escaped his fatal blow, so he quickly turned around and slashed at Gaheris's sword.

'boom! '

Lancelot's body just shook.

But Gaheris took two steps back, his face turned pale and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Arash holding a bow in the shadows, Ritsuka Fujimaru and Bedivere who came out one after another, as well as Mashu and Da Vinci who were supposed to be imprisoned in the dungeon under the Holy City, Gaheris understood everything in an instant.

"A traitor is a traitor, and a dog will never stop eating shit."

"Well said, of course a dog will never stop eating shit. After all, dogs think shit is the most delicious."

With a loud bang, Mordred fell from the sky while laughing.

The heavy sword slashed down towards Lancelot with the help of gravity.

Lancelot raised his sword to block, and used the impact force to retreat to the side of Arash and others. His expression changed as he looked at Tristan, who had moved to a safe distance and was being protected by the Knight of Justice who had come to his senses.

Ignoring Gaheris and Mordred's taunts, he looked in the direction of the sound.

"Who are you, Excellency? Why are you helping them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot noticed that Mordred's expression suddenly became strange.

Suppress your laughter.

He looked at him as if he were a clown.

Even someone as good-tempered as Lancelot couldn't hold back his expression after his perfect plan was ruined and he was repeatedly mocked by these ignorant guys, and he snorted coldly.

"Come out!"

The sound contained magic, like a sudden thunder.

"What a murderer."

A sweet laugh echoed in the shadows, followed by the sound of soft footsteps.

Lancelot looked dazed.

Just by listening to the laughter and footsteps, I couldn't help but think about what a wonderful and lovely person the owner of that voice was.

Everyone looked towards the corner where the sound came from.

It was clearly daytime, but the shadow under the eaves seemed like a deep darkness that could not be seen. No matter who saw it, the first thing they saw was the leg that stepped out of the shadow, the leg that was wearing a gorgeous and complicated... phoenix robe.

"Your Majesty?!"

It was Gaheris who spoke first.

The second brother of the Pendragon family widened his eyes in disbelief. He never thought that it was Guinevere who saved Tristan just now.

Isn’t the queen an ordinary person?

Tristan took a break from his busy schedule to pluck the strings of the guitar.

It's not an attack, it's just playing the piano.

The beautiful piano music accompanied his sighs, as if it was accompanying his amazement at the breathtaking beauty of that wonderful and lovely woman.