I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"Clarent Blood Arthur!"

Mordred roared and swung down the brilliant king's sword, and a red beam of light penetrated the courtyard in the sky.

The stream of light roared like a lion that was on the verge of death but showed the wealth of a king, even if it was waiting for its ending to be a little bit of silence, the dust roared here, just because someone offended its majesty.

The red light gradually dissipated, leaving only the shattered walls, and the magic power of Semiramis and Amakusa Shirou remained in place.The dying roar of the red lion only frightened the enemy away.

"Cut, did you escape?" Mordred tapped the sword on his shoulder, "Magicians are really annoying."

At this moment Shakespeare's silent spiritualization disappeared.

"You really..." Shishi Jie slumped on the ground helplessly, "In the end, there will be so much trouble."

"Is there any problem for the king to protect his own people?" Mordred spread his hands as if he couldn't see his transparent body.

"Aren't you going to chat with her at the last time?" Shishijie pointed to King Arthur who started to disappear not far away because Shakespeare had slipped away.

"I... I wish I could have hacked her," Mordred curled his lips and sat beside Shizi Jie like a twisted child. He changed into a bad girl's attire and took it out of Shizi Jie's pocket. With the cigarette in his mouth, he stared at King Arthur with his eyes hanging, "King Arthur is watching! This is what the master gave me! Do you have it! ... What! Don't look at me with that expression!"

Hey, hey, I'm not the bad uncle who ruined your cub, don't look at me!

Shishi Jie turned his head with a guilty conscience, always feeling that King Arthur's oppressive eyes were staring at him.

"Mordred, you are not qualified to be a king," King Arthur flipped his quilt-like cloak and turned around.

Mordred's eyes dimmed.

"But you are a competent knight."

After speaking, King Arthur's figure dissipated in the light.

"Cut...Cut! Uncle Ben Mordred's goal is your position! Who wants to be a knight!" Mordred stuck out his tongue in the direction of King Arthur's disappearance.

"Then why didn't you hack her just now," Shizi Jie took out a lighter and lit the cigarette in Mordred's mouth.

"Of course that woman is even more disgusting cough cough! What is this! Have you been smoking this thing all the time!" Before Mordred could finish speaking, he was choked by the extremely irritating smoke and coughed.

"Are you satisfied?" Shizi Jie chuckled lightly, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"It's very satisfying to hack that woman," Mordred curled his lips.

"At least be a little more honest in the end," Shishi Jie reached out and touched Mordred's head.

"Cut! I get it! I'm just so embarrassed, because the little favors that Wang casually sprinkled make me want to roll happily," Mordred began to shout as if he had given up on himself.

"Did the wish... come true?"

"Who knows, Master, your wish hasn't come true yet," Mordred raised his fist towards Shizi Jie, "Remember to call me next time, Lord Mordred can help you."

"This is really..."

Shishi Jie raised his fist to face it, but all he touched was a piece of air.

The smoke that burned only one end fell to the ground.

"Thank you."

Chapter 67 Called the wrong person!

Arrows emitting a pale green light ravaged the space like a torrential rain. Standing in the torrential rain was a girl with a holy face holding a holy flag.

"Hey! Fight back!" Atalanta gritted his teeth and glared at Joan of Arc, who was in a pile of pits. "I said it! Since we didn't deny our consciousness, get out of the way!"

Joan of Arc's eyes were a little erratic, "I... my consciousness has never been shaken, but I am better at defense than fighting, so... I can only stand in front of you."

"You... haven't told any lies," Sidika, who was standing not far away, supported her forehead.

Saying that the consciousness has not been shaken, this is obviously very shaken, just because of the situation, and a few words from Sidika, I stood here with a fever, and now I am a little awake, and I am starting to shake again.

Quite simply, Joan of Arc felt that Atalanta's wish was correct. It was not the resurrection of the dead, but the return of the living.

If you deny her, then her own beliefs will also be denied, so... In short, let's delay.

Joan of Arc, who held the flag and opened the invincible defense, looked at Atalanta eagerly, hoping that she would lie down because of the consumption of magic power.

Of course, this is impossible. After all, Atalanta's master Medusa has lived from the age of the gods in Greece to the present. To some extent, her magical support is stronger than that of Joan of Arc, but it is a pity that she The upper limit was there, and Joan of Arc was so determined that when the tortoise was stuck in front of her, she really had nothing to do.

"This guy!"

Atalanta wanted to curse now, and the dark lines began to spread along her fingertips.

"Huh?" Siddija raised her brows, Atalanta's breath was a little off, and even when he was chasing him before, there was no resentment.

"Hey! Atta wait a minute! There's something wrong with you!"

"Don't worry, I'll kill this woman soon," Atalanta let go of her bow and took out a piece of beast skin, and the black lines had spread to her face at this moment. "This way... you can return to mine. beside..."

Wait a moment!What is this sick feeling!

"Atta, don't do this! Don't use that Noble Phantasm!" Siddija instinctively felt a little bad.

"Why?" Atalanta looked at Hidega with a puzzled expression, "I couldn't kill that woman without this Noble Phantasm..."

The naked killing intent made Joan shrink her neck.

"Or you don't want to come back, you want to..." Atalanta covered her forehead and took a few steps back, "Leave me..."

Not right!It's really not right!