In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

The six silver threads on the longbow are like strings, and Tristan seems to be playing in a concert hall, his closed eyes are calm and graceful, as if the cruel battlefield has been forgotten.

The melodious sound of the harp reverberated on the battlefield, a song that symbolized destruction for monsters, and a sound of heaven for its soldiers.

The shaken spirit gradually stabilized, and the arrogant fighting spirit returned to him.

Ding--

With a crisp sound, Tristan ended his 'playing', still closing his eyes, trying to calm his heaving chest.

Beside him were all obsessed officers, while in the distance, hundreds of monsters fell to the ground, and the remaining monsters withdrew to the trenches to prepare for the next attack.

popping...

There was a burst of warm applause in the headquarters, this is the heroic spirit!So powerful, so noble!As long as Lord Tristan is here, nothing will be a problem!They can't wait for the red-haired knight to play all day and crush all those bastard monsters!

It is a pity that this is impossible. Tristan is strong enough as a median Heroic Spirit, but compared to the battlefield of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands, he is so insignificant that he does not even dare to use the Noble Phantasm.

"Okay, let the soldiers prepare for the next battle, don't get lost."

"Yes, I'll give orders." An officer left immediately.

"How is the situation on the other fronts?" Tristan glanced at the monster who was about to attack and frowned.

There are too many miscellaneous soldiers, and he will be consumed to death by his own strength.

"The western and eastern fronts were relatively calm, but the troops led by Lord Gawain and Wellington were harassed, and after the line of communication was cut off, it would not arrive until the morning of the day after tomorrow at the earliest."

"Then... what about Lancelot and the others?"

"The monsters are carrying out a pincer attack, and the other main force is with Lord Lancelot and the others. It is estimated that the pressure is not small."

Tristan shook his head, guessing that Lancelot came faster than Gawain and the others. He was also a Knight of the Round Table, and he knew the strength of that person too well.

What makes it even more sad is that the lower-level Heroic Spirit 'Robin Hood' who originally belonged to him was sent out to investigate behind the enemy, and now there are only a few half-heroic spirits in his hands.

With a sigh, he looked at the clock on the table. It was at eight o'clock in the evening on December 2004, 12, and Britain's fate would be answered within two days.

"My lord, the monster has attacked again!" At this time, the officers exclaimed again, not even leaving the time for the knights to grieve.

It was covered by short and fast magic bullets again. The steel puppet walked at the front to resist the bullets. After Chimera and Lu Xinglong were hiding, the simple tactics of the army had no room to fight back.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, the endless tide of magic is gradually approaching, and the cannonballs keep blooming in the center, but every time a few heads are killed, more monsters fill up.

'It seems that I can only use the Noble Phantasm to sweep the puppet in front of me. '

The red-haired knight sighed sadly. With such a dense army formation, the Noble Phantasm of the opposing army can instantly kill a thousand heads, but so what, it is only a drop in the bucket.

The blue magic power condensed, and the strong coercion caused the officers to quickly escape for hundreds of meters. The eyes that had been squinting opened slightly, and the right hand stroked the strings.

"Singing pain, playing cries, these are my arrows."

[Noble Phantasm Liberation - Failnaught! 】

An invisible arrow formed a cable, tearing the hundreds of heads in front to pieces, and a blue light arrow penetrated from the front, ploughing a bloody ground in the dense monster army!

Broken, broken!No matter how fast the monster is, there is no way to avoid it, the body is torn apart, and the miserable neigh is like a hell howl.

Tristan, who only used half of his magic power to liberate the Noble Phantasm, still had the energy left, ready to change the angle and use the Noble Phantasm to sweep the puppet, but at this moment, a meteor seemed to fall in the sky, and those remaining puppets were wrapped in it, just for a moment, Dozens of heads have been shattered.

The shooting stars continued, as if the shooter had an endless stream of arrows, and Tristan's eyes widened for the first time, looking at another mountain several miles away.

Not weaker than your own strength!

Tristan instantly recognized the opponent's strength, but his mind also reacted in surprise, and quickly ordered:

"Take your chance and shoot at full speed!"

The 'armor' blocking the monster in front has been broken, and countless flames spewed out, and the Holy Quartz bullet that was enough to make Rosen's heart pierce the body of the monster behind——

Blooming blood flowers!

PS: I use 2600-word chapters to pay off the debt. I am really full of integrity. I have paid this chapter, and there are still three chapters left. I will try to pay it off within this week!

PS2: PY a book, "Dark Wizard and Inquisitor of Heresy", full of 120W words, Western Fantasy Continent hegemony category, so many words, it is estimated that it is not bad.

Chapter 54 Don't die ([-] more)

At the top of the broken London Bridge, a young man in a long trench coat was standing, and the cold north wind blew his clothes fluttering.

"I see, thank you for your hard work, Arash." Rosen was in contact with the hero hundreds of kilometers away. He was able to 'see' the monsters who chose to retreat after leaving nearly [-] corpses, as if to adjust the battle plan .

The human side was only defeated. In fact, the monsters had rushed into the defense line just now. It was Tristan who took a group of half-heroic spirits and drove them out by hand-to-hand combat, and less than one-fifth of the soldiers survived. One, the trenches were filled with corpses from both sides.

The blood of the Britons was fully revealed at this moment, no one retreated, no one surrendered, the artillery was almost brought close to zero distance, and they fought bloody monsters with flat shots.

"I can't hold it anymore, get ready to fight in the streets." Rosen has confirmed the situation of the battle, and even if the hero and Tristan have three heads and six arms, they can't resist the monster's next attack.

"Okay, I'll make contact with that heroic spirit as planned." Arash smiled heartily, not discouraged at all, and praised Tristan by the way: "But then again, the Knights of the Round Table are really good, this red The Hair Knight is a great archer!"

"Then make a friend." Rosen also smiled. The battle situation in the north was already expected. As long as the time was delayed, after the Knights of the Round Table arrived, it was time for monsters to escape.

"By the way, look for an opportunity to kill that fallen hero. Although this kind of guy is a rookie in combat power, he is a great threat to command the battle."

"Leave it to me, Master!"

After a brief exchange, the two ended the conversation. Arash was very reliable. Rosen only needed to put forward a general policy, and the other party would definitely do it.

"Well, you have to look at me next!"