I'm really not an old sword

Just as she was thinking about it, a purple figure with a trail of blood flew backwards and passed by her.

The strong wind made Fujimaru Ritsuka's cheeks hurt, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

The figure crashed heavily into the stone wall behind her.

"Is this all you have?"

A calm and pleasant voice sounded from the front, its emotion indescribable, as if it was just asking whether he had used his full strength.

Mashu held the shield and stood in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka as if facing a great enemy.

Ritsuka Fujimaru turned his head stiffly and looked at Lancelot who was embedded in the stone wall, then turned his head to look at the tall, sexy and beautiful lady who was standing there with a calm face, holding a blood-stained sword in her hand.

A gust of wind blew, and the long purple hair fluttered in the wind, covering half of the cheek.

There was a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth, whose blood belonged to an unknown person. The bright red blood formed a sharp contrast with her bright red lips and fair and tender skin. There was not much emotion in her beautiful violet eyes, as if she was disappointed and did not take him seriously.

She had a slender waist and a high chest, holding her female armor high, and her legs were long and straight.

Lancelot stood there like a lonely and cold beautiful goddess of war.

A thousand thoughts suddenly flashed through Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind.

It’s over.

I just thought that Lancelot and Lancelot were the same person, so their strength shouldn't be too different.

I forgot that Lancelot has a BUFF that reduces his strength by half when facing beautiful women!

Chapter 47: Am I a Woman?

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt mixed emotions.

The fact that Lancelot didn't hit beautiful women was actually the first beneficiaries of their behavior.

Otherwise they would not have been able to capture Lancelot alive.

She had previously thought that Lancelot, a renowned knight, would not show mercy to a beautiful woman on the battlefield. He must have been caught off guard by Mashu's resemblance to him, and that was why he unexpectedly lost to her, who was far inferior to him. But now...

This guy really doesn't hit women!!!

"Cough cough cough."

Lancelot spat out a mouthful of turbid blood, stood up and covered his aching chest, feeling extremely bitter.

If he knew what Fujimaru Ritsuka was thinking, he would definitely cry out for injustice.

Ritsuka Fujimaru misunderstood her, but also didn't.

He did see Lancelot showing some mercy, but he held the same idea as Fujimaru Ritsuka. Since she was of similar strength to "himself" and they were familiar with each other, neither of them should be able to do anything to the other.

He didn't expect that the other party's strength was even higher than his!

Moreover, why did the other party treat him so cruelly? !

Since it was him, no, it was her, shouldn't she show mercy to the handsome guy? Why did he become Schrödinger's problem at this point?

"Why do you pledge allegiance to him?"

Lancelot chuckled when he heard this, interrupting Lancelot's hesitation.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Forget loyalty and honor. Wasn't your loyalty and betrayal to her all due to 'love'?"

Lancelot said in a deep voice: "I did not betray her."

Lancelot laughed noncommittally, and it was hard to tell whether it was a mockery or approval.

"You fell in love with her at first sight and gave up your status as a prince to become her knight and follow her."

"Let me think about it. Perhaps it was because I couldn't get the love I wanted that I resonated with Guinevere. Eventually, after a long period of contact, I transferred my love to her."

"Don't mention my name!" Guinevere interrupted angrily.

"That's how I taught you."

Scathach suddenly appeared in front of Guinevere.

"Don't be distracted during the battle."

The blood-red spear pierced straight towards Guinevere's throat, but when it was only a few centimeters away, it strangely deviated and narrowly brushed against Guinevere's snow-white neck, leaving a deep blood mark.

"Is he creating a layer of distorted space around himself? Interesting."

Scathach missed her attack and quickly withdrew. The next moment, in front of Guinevere, a figure several meters in size suddenly emerged from the sand where she had just been, raised her hand and exploded the air with a bang.

"Tsk, she's not dead yet? This bitch..."

Mashu blinked and looked at Lancelot suspiciously.

She is the closest.

Looking at the knight lady whose face was as noble as a blooming lily, she didn't know whether she was hallucinating or not. She must have been hallucinating.

How could she say something like that?

Lancelot's face changed several times, and after Lancelot turned his eyes back from Guinevere, he interrupted what he was about to say.

"Don't try to quibble. I understand you, because, as much as I hate to admit it, you and I are very similar."

"I like him, I love him, so I gave up the throne, persuaded my father, and came to Britain to stay by his side and help him with all my strength."

"The difference between you and me is that you have a substitute for Guinevere, but I only have him. Moreover, the Guinevere in my world is a complete..."

Guinevere shouted angrily, "Lancelot, what are you doing? Get rid of him quickly!"

Others may not know this, but she knows very well that Lancelot is much stronger than Lancelot.

After all, the energy levels of the two worlds are different.

Lin Qingsu and the Knights of the Round Table conquered almost all of Europe.

Fairies, giants and other fantasy species have become his subjects;

The only time Artoria set foot outside of Britain was to fight against the Roman invasion of Britain. Even after winning a tragic victory, the Battle of Camlan broke out as soon as she returned to British territory.

The different energy levels mean that the strength of the two will definitely not be similar.

Except for a few people like Merry and Scathach who are already at the top, there is a big gap in strength between the Knights of the Round Table, the goblins, and even Morgan.

Lancelot was really able to drag the sun Gawain here from morning to afternoon.

He has fought with Lin Qingsu for decades, and his martial arts are superb. He is stronger than Lancelot, but he has not killed Lancelot who can't bear to be cruel to women for such a long time, and he has been talking nonsense for so long.

Delay the time.

Bitch! This damn bitch must be stalling for time, wanting Scathach to kill her!

Sure enough, she deserves to die the most!

After this matter is resolved, she will definitely teach this bitch a lesson!

"Don't curse me in your heart. I'm just stalling for time. I want to see you get killed by Scathach. So what?"

Lancelot had a mocking expression, as if to say, "If you don't agree, bite me!"

"It's so hard to pretend, but now I don't pretend anymore. If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't act so saintly all the time. It's disgusting."

Is this really something Lancelot could say?

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mashu were stunned and subconsciously turned their heads to look at Lancelot.

Lancelot was also stunned.

Guinevere could no longer hold back and gritted her teeth, "You bitch! When His Majesty returns, I will tell him the truth about this matter."

"You can tell me if you live till then."

Guinevere's beautiful face twisted for a moment.

Unsettled, Scathach seized the opportunity and stabbed her again, leaving a bloody mark on her face.

"Scathach?!!!"

Guinevere was really angry this time.

Don't slap someone in the face!

What's more, a beautiful woman like her who has a loved one pays the most attention to her face. She looks in the mirror several times a day and cannot tolerate even a trace of red mark or a tiny flaw that cannot be seen unless you look closely, let alone being directly rubbed on the face with a gun.

It’s Scathach’s magic spear!

The curse remaining on it couldn't be removed by her in a short time.

I can only let the wound remain on my face.

Guinevere was completely furious when she thought that His Majesty would see her imperfect appearance when he came back.

"you wanna die!!!"

A terrifying and extraordinary magical storm erupted with her as the center.

Mashu immediately raised her shield, stood in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and used her shoulder to support the shield.

Those fighting in other parts of the battlefield also stopped.

Keep your posture steady.

Aigo Shatiao flashed into the air, with a light silver magic shield erected around her body. She looked at the exploding Guinevere with a slight flicker in her eyes.

The difference in magic power.

Their control over the 'Root' was about the same, but Guinevere's magic power was at least dozens of times greater than hers.

She was also observing Guinevere while fighting Ashiya Doman.

——She had the same idea as Lancelot.

Although she had formed an alliance with Guinevere, she did not mind the "accidental death" of Guinevere, Lin Qingsu's legitimate queen. After all, there was only one queen position, and only if Guinevere died would she have the opportunity to become Lin Qingsu's queen.

Aika Sajo's eyes fell on the wound on Guinevere's face that was constantly being repaired and healed.

It seems I need to take some time to study the curse.

Guinevere's body floated in the air, and the bright sunlight fell on her, turning her into the Saint of Light.

Compared to her, the others seemed to be in the shadows.

Magic power, so terrifying that it was almost condensed into a substance visible to the naked eye, spread all over her body, distorting the space. Her eyes were full of indifference towards everything, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Raise your hand and point far away.

Thousands of chains suddenly rose from all directions.

The solid land covering dozens of miles across the battlefield suddenly turned into soft sand.

The sun in the sky seemed to have opened its eyes, giving everyone a strange feeling of fear that they were being watched by the sunlight and would be burned to ashes by the scorching sun's flames if they acted rashly.

Wind blades, tree whips, water arrows, grass leaves, all the elements seemed to have become her incarnation, transforming into fierce attacks and attacking Scathach at the same time.

"Go to hell, you damned traitor!"

"Looks like we need to resolve this quickly."

Seeing Guinevere explode, Lancelot put away her frivolous attitude. She was not as cruel as Aika Sajou, who wanted to kill Guinevere directly.

And even though Guinevere is bursting out so fiercely now, it seems that she can kill everyone present except Scathach instantly.

But who made her face Scathach?

In terms of martial arts, she is no less capable than a Champion. Although her Noble Phantasm is far inferior to that of a Champion in terms of its earth-shattering power, she is fully capable of holding back a Champion without using her Noble Phantasm.

"We can't let her die."

Lancelot really wanted to kill Guinevere.

Not to mention the hatred between the two.

Just the fact that Guinevere sat in the queen's position made her want to kill her.

But it's different from Sajo Aika.

She had met Lin Qingsu before, and Lin Qingsu had told her to protect Guinevere well.

It would be fine if Guinevere was just slightly injured.