I'm really not an old sword

Lin Qingsu knew that there was something dirty between the two of them and would not blame her.

But if Guinevere really died, it would be a big deal.

Although Lin Qingsu's personality had changed drastically compared to the Wang she once knew, she could still see some traces of his past. She knew him well enough to know that he would just talk things over and laugh it off, but if she crossed his line...

"Are you a replica of Galahad?"

Mashu pursed her lips and looked at Lancelot as if facing a formidable enemy. Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't say anything like, "Mashu isn't a replica of anyone." She was no longer a hot-blooded middle school student. She knew when to speak and when not to speak.

If she distracted Mashu at a time like this.

Lancelot could definitely seize the opportunity to kill Mashu instantly with one sword.

The gap in strength.

Lancelot also walked over again and stood in front of Matthew.

The group stood in opposition for a few seconds.

After realizing Lancelot's strength, their plan changed from a quick victory to a delaying one.

As long as Scathach gets rid of Guinevere, the outcome of the battle will be clear; if they are eliminated by Lancelot before that, allowing Lancelot to free up his hands to help others kill everyone except Scathach, and then gather strength to besiege Scathach, the battle situation will completely collapse.

suddenly.

A shadow of a white wall appeared in the air inside the wall.

"An ideal city that is already far away."

Mashu was slightly stunned.

The next second, he realized that it was Galahad's Noble Phantasm, and his expression brightened with joy. If the people of the Round Table were forced to use this Noble Phantasm, it meant that they...

Suddenly a purple figure rushed in front of her.

"Don't be distracted during the battle."

Mashu was shocked and immediately raised her shield to try to block it, but in her haste she didn't fully utilize the force. Lancelot's sword even hit the shield at a tricky angle. Suddenly, an extremely strange force accompanied by a huge force surged from the shield. Mashu's wrist twisted in pain, and the hand holding the shield loosened involuntarily.

The shield flew out.

Mashu took several steps back and watched the sword attack her throat.

"Mashu?!"

"Have you forgotten me?"

A long sword struck Lancelot's sword.

Lancelot felt the abundant power of the sword and retracted it. His brows slightly furrowed, but he suddenly smiled.

"I see."

Lancelot's best way to break the situation is actually to just strike her with the sword.

If she insisted on killing Mashu, she would definitely be seriously injured.

However, Lancelot chose the worst option to block her sword. With his and Mash's strength, they could not defeat her at all, and there was a high possibility that they would be killed by her after a period of stalemate.

Given the opponent's combat experience, he shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake.

"Father?"

Lancelot, who has not yet been accepted by Arthur, doesn't quite understand this kind of feeling, but that doesn't mean she has never killed this kind of combination.

At this time, as long as Lancelot targets his daughter, he will be in a state of panic even if he is stronger than her.

Thinking of this, Lancelot gave up Lancelot, twisted her soft waist like a water snake, and swung her sword lightly before stabbing again at Mashu, who was unstable and unarmed.

Seeing that Lancelot still ignored him, Lancelot's face changed slightly, and he instinctively stood in front of Mashu to continue blocking the sword.

Who knew that as soon as he made a move, Lancelot suddenly smiled.

That smile was like a sea of blooming violets, magnificent and with amazing charm, which made Lancelot pause for a moment. When he came to his senses, his face changed drastically when he saw the approaching sword tip.

'Pfft! '

The sword blade narrowly passed over Lancelot's abdomen, leaving a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

Blood splattered like it was free.

If it were a human, he would have been seriously injured and on the verge of death from this attack, and would have fallen to the ground directly. However, even though Lancelot was a servant composed of magic power, he was also seriously injured by this attack.

"mean!"

Even Lancelot couldn't help but say harshly when looking at the woman in front of him.

First she attacked him by surprise, then she used his daughter to distract him, and finally she simply charmed him and made him lose his mind.

Is this really me? Is this really a knight?!

Lancelot smiled slightly: "I am a woman."

Chapter 48 Cu Chulainn vs. Lancelot

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancelot tricked Lancelot with another sword and kicked him out with a whip kick.

He turned and rushed towards Mashu who had just picked up the shield.

Mashu only had time to grab Fujimaru Ritsuka and throw her out of the battlefield before hastily raising her shield. Suddenly, a strange force came from it, and her wrist felt like it was piercing her heart with pain. Cold sweat oozed from her forehead, and she gritted her teeth and held on to the shield.

"You're worse than Galahad."

The long sword left sparks on the shield.

After each collision, the angle at which the shield is opened next time will become larger, and the recovery speed will gradually slow down.

"Matthew!"

Just when Mashu was about to collapse and her wrist had lost feeling, Fujimaru Ritsuka's shout rang out from behind.

A cool feeling circulated throughout the body.

Like a water snake, it snaked along the arm to the wrist. The severe pain and numbness immediately dissipated. Mashu breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

Be sure to protect...

"Still distracted."

Lancelot's seemingly helpless voice suddenly rang in my ears.

A purple figure appeared beside her.

Oops!

Mashu was startled and immediately tried to move her shield over to block the sword that was falling from above.

Lancelot seemed to have predicted her action. He suddenly lowered his body, stretched out his long legs and kicked her wrist.

Mashu cried out in pain from her ankle and fell down with her head tilted back.

Lancelot kicked the shield dozens of meters away with a whip kick, then raised the sword and was about to end Mashu's life, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Lancelot crawling out of the ruins and rushing towards him.

Lancelot immediately changed his grip to a sword, raised his leg and kicked her down to the center of the sand more than ten meters away.

A big hand immediately emerged from the vortex of sand.

It wrapped Mashu completely inside, then sank and disappeared into the ground.

"Mashu!!!"

After doing all this, Lancelot came in front of her and saw with his own eyes that his daughter was caught by her. Lancelot's heart was filled with anger, and he raised his sword to chop.

But this is obviously not some hot-blooded youth comic.

Anger and friendship not only do not help the situation, but may even be harmful.

Faced with Lancelot who had just bullied his daughter, Lancelot was so angry that he no longer restrained himself from attacking her just because she was a beauty. However, his anger burned out his reason, and since he was not as strong as her, he was injured after fighting for a while.

Lancelot left another wound on the other person.

He raised his sword to block the opponent's long sword, and took the opportunity to raise his leg and kick his burly body weighing nearly 200 pounds directly out.

Then Lancelot rushed over and pierced his abdomen with a sword, nailing him to the ground.

Lancelot placed her foot on Lancelot's neck and said gently, "Don't struggle. His Majesty is very angry about your betrayal. If you die, His Majesty might vent his dissatisfaction with you on your daughter."

Lancelot immediately gave up struggling.

It wasn't because of what she said, but because of the foot that was stepping on his neck. He could feel that if he moved again, the other party would most likely break his neck with a strong kick.

Lancelot said unwillingly: "Why would you be loyal to a man like that?"

Lancelot sneered, seeing right through what Lancelot was trying to say, and temporarily gave up the idea of getting him into the sand, and started chatting with him.

"Why? If not to him, should I be loyal to you? Or to that little brat who can only cheerlead from behind?"

"You mean why should I like him when he has so many women?"

"Let's not talk about the fact that you have no idea what kind of person His Majesty was before, and let's not talk about what a man like you has the right to say that others have more women than you do."

"Even the current His Majesty is far better than trash like you. No matter how many women His Majesty has, he is responsible. He is countless times better than men like you who just let go after having fun and don't even care about their children."

"As for the sake of human principles? Ha, what you call the sake of the world is nothing more than killing billions of people today to save the people of the timeline you're working on. And, 'save'? You killed so many people to uphold human principles? But didn't human principles burn away anyway? And in the end, you're putting all the pressure on a modern kid who's barely in his teens? How disgusting."

"If we had followed your majesty's timeline, there wouldn't have been so many unexpected problems."

"In the final analysis, you are nothing more than a group of people who shamelessly wave the banner of justice for their own benefit."

"In the words of His Majesty, they are a bunch of hypocrites who want to be whores and also be chaste."

"After all, what's the difference between what you did and what I did, and what His Majesty did? Oh, right, at least His Majesty wouldn't turn ordinary people into monsters. At least His Majesty wouldn't use ordinary people's lives as bait, and then say with a saintly face that it's for the sake of humanity and for the sake of more people. There's no other way."

Lancelot sneered at the shadow servants pouring out of the high wall.

Lancelot's taunting voice was not lowered at all, and fell into the ears of everyone present.

Ritsuka Fujimaru lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists.

Arash and Xuanzang were distracted, and their opponents found an opportunity to leave several scars on their bodies.

Guinevere's expression suddenly changed: "No! Lancelot, kill him now!"

Although Lancelot was puzzled, he immediately exerted force with his feet and tried to break Lancelot's neck.

But the next moment, a chill of death surged through her body.

If I kill Lancelot now, because of the second I lose killing him...

She will die.

Lancelot immediately turned around with his right foot on the ground as the center, and swung the sword in his hand backwards without hesitation.

'boom! '

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Lancelot flew backwards.

She bumped into a mud wall, and the huge impact force knocked the wall down. She staggered and stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, staring at the guy who suddenly appeared next to Lancelot.

The skin is brown and wrapped in purple soft armor.

There is also a strange long tail covered with spikes behind it.

In his hand he held a spear similar to the one Scathach used, and his legs, feet, arms, shoulders... his entire body was covered with spikes that either grew from his body or were attached to his armor.

"Are you my enemy?" The other party spoke first, his tone arrogant and full of malice and indifference.

Lancelot remained silent. She felt an extremely terrifying power from the other party, just like when she faced Scathach.

It's hard to win.

"Cuchulainn?!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the purple-red Mad King in disbelief.

Cu Chulainn raised his head upon hearing this, glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He still remembered this little guy who had opposed him before.

Now they look like teammates?

"She is your Master." Ashiya Doman's voice sounded from behind: "Please follow her instructions."

"It's true how unpredictable things are."

Cu Chulainn looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.