My Knights of the Round Table

When the troops arrived, they found that there were no residents in the town.

"The country in the north has completely fallen, and the king told us all to retreat."

The sentry who stayed behind told them so.

After hearing such news, the evacuated troops, including Duke Poker, were angry and thankful, but they no longer had any luck.

Annoyed that the frontier city was treated as an abandoned child and was thrown away without even a notice. Fortunately, if I and the others did not listen to Arthur's words and left the city, they would really die there.

Just more worried about possible threats to the north.

But no matter how worried, after two consecutive days of trekking and fighting day and night, the evacuated troops have reached their limit, so they can only temporarily rest in the deserted town.

This also followed Arthur's wishes.

It won't be long before the authenticity of Medea Lily's words can be confirmed.

He also has no interest in saying anything to the mortal.

He felt that his daughter Mordred's peak strength could touch Arash.

Although Mordred is just as good as Percival in the Knights of the Round Table, slightly stronger than Bedivere, and much weaker than Tristan and the others, but...

Really let the peak Tristan come, he felt that he didn't have to wait here.

At the peak of Tristan's strength, as long as he is not as obviously waterproof as Gaul's male Gawain, Lancelot and Tristan, he might capsize in the gutter.

Not to mention that there are three other heroic spirits here to help out.

One Mordred Berserker is enough to cause headaches.

He takes on Mordred.

No matter how you look at the other three heroic spirits, Arash and Robin Hood cannot resist them.

In his eyes, it is enough to eliminate the four heroic spirits who want to keep him, especially the Berserkerized Mordred, and slightly reduce the strength of Ulster.

Not a loss.

It's just that what Arthur didn't expect was...

"Jeanne...Arturia?"

As soon as Arthur spoke, he denied everything he said.

It's not like that.

But it's too similar.

A girl in a white wedding dress is walking around the town.

Short blond hair, bangs were long and pretty on both sides and fell on both sides of the face. The blond hair on the top of the head made Arthur feel so dazzling.

Counting Dumbao, no matter how you look at it, it is Arturia.

But he really couldn't imagine that this was Arturia.

Wearing a weird wedding dress, standing on the street without any scruples and even proudly accepting other people's weird eyes.

"Um?"

The man turned his head, and the moment he saw Arthur, his emerald green eyes lit up instantly.

"Are you calling Yu? Yu can't be called Joan of Arc or Artoria. Listen carefully, Yu's name is Nero Claudius. Well, the bride Saber or the bride Nero is also fine."

Arthur could only feel the corners of his mouth twitching.

It's a good thing to meet one's heroic spirit by accident, but in this situation where he has given up everyone in the town and two heroic spirits, another heroic spirit will die?

And, who are you?

Nero Claudius?

He really couldn't associate the pretty girl in a wedding dress with the famous Roman tyrant hundreds of years ago.

But the spirits summoned by the Holy Grail are real.

In other words, the woman in front of her was right, she was really the emperor of Rome, the famous Roman tyrant Nero Claudius.

Fortunately, it can be said that Nero and Lucius have no blood relationship.

He couldn't connect Lucius with the girl in the wedding dress in front of him at all.

"What's your name?"

Nero looked at Arthur with shining eyes.

"Forehead...?"

Sensing the strange eyes of Nero in the wedding dress, Arthur hesitated for a while before saying, "Arthur Pendragon."

"Arthur Pendragon?" Nero said to himself, his emerald green eyes shining brighter, "Are you King Arthur?"

"Yes." Arthur nodded.

"What a perfect script..."

Arthur felt a headache, so he interrupted and asked.

"Your Highness Nero, why are you here?"

"Um?"

Nero blinked, thought for a moment and said.

"When Yu came, he was surrounded by many strange people, and he couldn't listen to them, so he dealt with them all—as if they were also followers, and they all disappeared after killing them. Then Yu walked all the way in this direction, and encountered Many, many people like that finally came here and finally met normal people.”

Nero was excited.

"After this, Yu Dawei's plan can officially begin!"

"Great plan?"

"Hmm! It's not something worth hiding, not to mention that you fit Yu's hobby very well, so it's okay to tell you."

Nero said proudly.

"I'm going to shoot a video."

"Film?"

Arthur only felt more and more confused.

If he hadn't known the later knowledge, he would have been almost fooled by Nero.

But even knowing what the film was, he still couldn't understand what she was talking about.

"Mum um!"

Nero kept nodding his head.

"With enough talent, no matter what style of film can win Oscars, it will be easier if the producer, director, script, music, and starring roles are all available concurrently."

Chapter 369 Chapter 65 The Black and Red Knight

Film, Oscar?

Arthur's mouth twitched slightly.

Looking at the girl in a wedding dress who was caught in a dream with eyes full of sweet smiles, he couldn't bear to break her fantasy.But I really don't know what she is doing.

Is there really such a wonderful follower?

Has Alaya dragged all the servants into the Hall of Valor without hesitation?

"Do you want to be the leading actor in Yu's film? As King Arthur, you are very good, and you will definitely become another selling point in the work after Yu."

Nero looked at him with satisfaction, and suddenly showed a worried expression.

"Not good! There is no cameraman yet!"

The Roman tyrant and the King of the Knights of the Round Table go to Hollywood movies?

Will it sell well no matter what?

As long as the knights of Camelot and the soldiers and ministers of Rome have a little brains.

But Arthur really couldn't think of that beautiful picture.

Don't you feel ashamed?

Arthur sighed, just about to break her illusion.

"I have to say, you, a follower, think too strangely."

"Well, who's here?! I'm very busy, if you're not a cameraman, just go."

Nero said dissatisfied.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Fergus, and I used to be paid by the Red Branch Knights."

A muscular man with a heavy white and green gun came out from around the corner.

The chest is open and only a simple green iron frame is worn to cover the position of the heart. Three deep and terrifying scars are left in the center of the chest.

His figure was two or three times stronger than Arthur's.

Just looking at the figure and the huge weapon gave people a terrifying sense of oppression, but the purple hair and squinting eyes that were always smiling erased these without a trace.

He was looking at Nero without looking at Arthur.

"I could have called myself a videographer and wooed you—but it's a little more complicated."

"Oh?"

Only now did Nero look like an emperor and a heroic spirit, and his expression became serious.

In doubt, he looked at the muscular man with interest.

In the middle of the journey, I also looked at Arthur, who was next to the old god. She was in a normal figure and neither looked strong nor thin. Even if she was dressed well, she couldn't make too much trouble.