Dark Soul Moon

So Mordred was a little confused about the situation for a while.

So she decided to wait and see what happened.

The blade collided with the fist.

Afterwards, the black fog surrounding the figure dissipated in the aftermath of the collision, revealing the appearance of the figure.

Wearing sharp-edged molten iron armor, the production is very rough at a glance, but it is full of a sense of historical thickness, as if this armor has been forged a long time ago.

The oddly shaped helmet blocked the figure's appearance.

"..."

Weber looked at the armor with some astonishment.

He had never seen armor of this style.

The pure and white Lion King subconsciously held the Holy Spear in his hand.

There was a slightly fearful breath coming from her on the armor.

It was as if that armor was splashed with the blood of a dragon.

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Chapter 24 The Thoughts of the Followers

"!"

Atalanta looked at the familiar armor below.

She had seen that idiot Jason wear it to challenge the dragon guarding the Golden Fleece.

So, that fellow Jason was summoned?

No, definitely not.

With Jason's character, it is impossible to behave like the guy below.

So is it Perseus?

But the other party just gave the same armor to Jason, and never wore it himself.

Besides, even if he is summoned, he should still be wearing that fully enclosed armor.

So, who the hell is that guy down there?

The magic fluctuations on Atalanta's bow and arrow slowly dissipated.

On the other side, the witch Medea looked at the figure below and was also stunned.

"Is that idiot Jason?"

she thought.

"No, definitely not, even if Jason lived another 1 years, he would still be a coward."

The witch concluded that it was absolutely impossible for Jason to be like the follower below.

The huge magic circle also dissipated, and the crystallized magic gun turned into magic light spots and dissipated.

"Atalanta, can you see the identity of the guy below?"

After seeing the figure below, the two lost their will to fight.

After all, the identity of that servant might be the one they thought.

"I don't see it, Medea."

Atalanta carefully looked at the familiar armor pattern.

It is exactly the same as the armor given to Jason by the hero Perseus.

"Well... that's going to be difficult."

The witch was lost in thought.

The most important thing now is to find a way to know the identity of the guy below.

But that Servant didn't seem to be able to communicate well, and it seemed that he came through the job of Berserker.

After all, that kind of acting style that appeared on the stage without saying a word, and then directly acted, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a Berserker who had lost his mind.

If it's a Berserker who can't communicate, then it will be difficult.

Then there is no way to know the identity of the other party through words.

"..."

Ignoring the meditating witch, the huntress stared closely at the dark figure below.

At this moment, the black mist covered the opponent again.

"Is that you, Perseus?"

she asked inwardly.