[comprehensive] my king is here

"Because of you, King Arthur and his court have been respected. You have recommended many noble knights to King Arthur in the past year. You have defeated more people than the best six knights of the round table. Only Lance Except for the Lot knight."

Brother Gao Wen shook the wine bottle in his hand, looking over with a pair of green eyes with a smile.

"However, you don't look satisfied."

"..."

Yes, how can you be satisfied so simply?

Gareth received the opponent's Saber's attack and struggled to counterattack, but was still knocked back a few steps by the opponent's strength.

He has indeed defeated many people and achieved many victories. Every time he feels closer to Sir Lancelot and his brother, the reality will draw a wider gully.

Let him understand, what is the gap.

The Lancelot he admires and his closest brother are like two insurmountable mountains. Every time they are in front of them, despair always arises in his heart.

It is simply impossible to beat them.

It is impossible to replace their position in the king's heart.

Gareth raised his sword and went forward again.

"Is he all right?" Bedivere and Kay said.

"We're still here, we can't die," Kay said.

Knights advocate one-on-one duels, and there are many unruly wild knights who like to fight, but they are different, they are the knights of the round table under King Arthur.

In any case, the round table cannot be discredited.

Lan Malloc's opponent is the archer of the other side.

So he narrowed the distance from the beginning, he didn't intend to fight the archers at a long distance.

What he didn't expect was that this archer was also very good in melee combat. Not only that, he had a clear mind and seemed to have a foresight of the gun hidden in the fog.

The defensive counterattack is as tight as a textbook.

"You're fine."

This evaluation came from the opponent who made him fall into a hard fight. Lan Maloch said: "At this time, there is still time to evaluate me. I should not be good enough."

"This...it should be the arrogance of educators, I'm so sorry."

The bloody gun spun around in his palm, the bright red gun shone with an ominous color.

"Bowman, you are exaggerating. No one can claim to be an educator in front of me when it comes to spear skills."

The archer, whose true identity is the leading sage of the centaur race in Greek mythology, was not angry, and said flatly, "Then let's try."

the other side.

"Mr. Lanmaloch is about to release the Noble Phantasm."

Said the silver-haired boy who felt the unusual fluctuation of magic power.

"Galahad, you should know that I don't need your protection." Tony sat on the top of the bridge, worried about their situation, and also worried about what happened to Ultron.

If you want him to say that so many people go together, what kind of chivalry should you talk about to the enemy? Even Steve, that old ice cube, would not be so rigid.

"I have to correct one thing, I'm not here to protect you."

"Then you stand here!"

"I'm waiting for someone," Galahad jumped off, his voice still on the bridge, "she's here."

Galahad possesses two treasures, a red-hilted sword and a shield turned into a round table. These two treasures are not anti-personnel treasures, not anti-city treasures, and even less anti-army treasures.

It is a treasure against evil.

One to attack, one to defend.

When Galahad is holding a red-hilted sword, he will automatically lock onto the evil spirit of order.

Jack the Ripper needed a lot of magic power, and when they were fighting each other, she happened to come out to make a profit, and the Knights of the Round Table had a tacit understanding on this point.

The more brutal the fight, the better.

Count the time, it's time.

Gareth is against the black saber Siegfried, and Lanmaloch is against the black archer Chiron.

As for Parcival...

This guy seems to be chatting with Rider Black.

Shouldn't it be fortunate that the opponent isn't an aggressive Heroic Spirit?

Percival: "Huh? Are you the prince of England? Then why did you go to work for Charlemagne?"

Astolfo: "It's nothing surprising, Lancelot is also a member of the royal family of France. Didn't he also join King Arthur?"

Parcival: "..."

It makes sense and I'm speechless.

Galahad raised his forehead.

On this side, they all revealed their real names, but on the other side, they were confronted by Liberation Noble Phantasms.

...It really is the character that determines the ending.

"The evil dragon will eventually fall, the light and shadow that cuts everything off. The world, it is now sunset. Shoot you down——Fantasy Great Sword, Heavenly Demon Lost Fall!"

"Give the pure beauty of the world, praise the sword of weeding the strong and helping the weak, a miracle that does not exist in this world, have you ever seen rainbow lights in the dark night-the sword of thousands of rainbow lights!"

collision.

The world is quiet.

The magicians of the Qianshujie family who were watching the battle from a distance quickly used command spells to call back their heroic spirits. How did they know that there were so many Knights of the Round Table in England.

Although they have known their existence for a long time, and thought they had been in the United States, they never thought that the heroic spirit they went to trouble with was King Arthur himself.

"Your injury is still not healed."

Artoria was not at all moved by the shaking of the Noble Phantasm, she only had her eyes on her current opponent.

"The injury is not good, it is true that it is not the opponent."

The other party's candid attitude made Artoria very fond of it. She asked, "Why did you leave the Romanian battlefield?"

"You do not know?"

Thanks to their precious treasures, the fog on their side briefly dispersed, and Vlad III could clearly see his surprise in King Arthur's clear eyes.

"I thought you sent someone to steal the Great Holy Grail."

Artoria said in surprise: "The Great Holy Grail was stolen?"

"I guessed that it was made by the red team. I tested it and they didn't know. I thought it was the lancer...I didn't expect him to be a knight of the round table under your command."

"I can say responsibly that the matter of the Great Holy Grail has nothing to do with me or the Knights of the Round Table."

"King Arthur's words are certainly worthy of trust." Vlad III looked at Gareth, who was confronting Siegfried, and said to Artoria, "You have very good knights."

"Of course they have always been my pride, the pride of Britain."

Vlad III regretted that if he had such a good general under his command, the outcome of the country and himself would be different.

Gareth was on one knee, while Siegfried remained standing.

"I lost, can I know who is the hero who defeated me?"

Siegfried looked at him quietly, distracted by the fact that the opponent's beauty would not be damaged even if he was defeated.

"...Siegfried."

Gareth stood up leaning on his sword, "I've heard of..." the name.

"careful!"

Seeing Jack the Ripper appearing almost out of nowhere and the knife in her hand, Gareth was not thinking about life or death, but about a person.

Galahad, if it's you, it's definitely possible.

"'A Wall of Chalk That Was Misty'." "

The pure light of protection surrounded Gareth, and Jack the Ripper's knife could not go any further. Just when she was about to use the mist to escape, she was pierced by the red sword through her chest with a clang and nailed to the ground.

Forced summoning from the command spell, all the heroic spirits have returned to their masters.

Lan Maloch confessed to Artoria: "My king, it is my fault that I failed to win."

"You have done a good job, our target is not them."

Solving Jack the Ripper and dispelling the haze of London is their first goal.

"Where are Qingqing and Sir Bedivere?" Percival jumped down from the air, seeing that two people were missing.

"They are going to track down the magicians of the Thousand Boundary Tree family. We must keep track of their movements."

Artoria looked at Jack the Ripper who hadn't given up struggling, and Tony Stark also flew down at this time. He knew the situation of London Fog from Baker Street, and of course he would be interested in Jack the Ripper.

The murderer who scares London in the past and the future... is even a girl.

He felt that a word Shit could not describe his mood.

"What are you going to do with her?"

Artoria said sternly: "There is no need for people who hurt Londinian."

Lan Maloch raised his gun, pointed the tip of the gun at the position of her spiritual core, and stabbed it mercilessly.

Unexpectedly, the immobile Jack the Ripper just disappeared in front of them.

"It's a command spell."

"I heard that her master is seriously injured, and she can still use command spells."

"Could it be that the magician of the Thousand Boundary Tree and the sixth guide, Miss Lingxia, met?"

"Probably."

Although Jack the Ripper was not eliminated, the London fog lifted with her serious injuries.

The TV station started working again, and there were more vehicles in twos and threes on the street.

The government departments that stopped functioning began to clean up the official affairs accumulated these days. Even Mycroft Holmes could not leave the office. This situation is very similar to the US election.

Arturia sent off the Avengers and several of her knights on a sunny day.

They still have Ultron urgently to be solved.

"Qing Kai, are you really not going with us?" Percival asked.

"Why am I going? Can't fight without me?"

"It's not you, it's the king."

Kay: "..."

Artoria looked over and said, "Treasure it, this quota was given to you by Qingqing."

"At that time I thought you would go too." Percival whispered.

"I am the master's servant, I will wait for him here."

Bedivere raised his hand: "Me too." However, he couldn't stay in London, but wanted to follow them to destroy a guy named Ultron.

Artoria said, "This is what the Master wants."

Bedivere sometimes envies Lancelot, because he needs to be suppressed by others, and he can stay by the king's side.

It should be said that this guy has always been favored by the king... the flower of the knight.

The still sober berserker Lancelot noticed his gaze and turned his head, "Hmm?"

The plane disappeared from sight.

"Something's wrong. The Master doesn't know who stole the Great Holy Grail. Also, Mr. Bedivere said that the magician of the Thousand Worlds Tree has no connection with Lingxia, the sixth guide... Besides us, there is another person in this Holy Grail war." Is it power?"

I don't know if Lancelot understands, the only answer that the Berserker who has lost the ability to speak can give her is...

"Wurr..."

Artoria looked at him, the ominous black armor, and the scorching red light in her eyes made him stretch out his hand out of pity.

Lancelot actually bent down and let her touch his face armor.

"Let's go back, Sir Lancelot."

"..."

The berserker transformed into a spirit body and followed his king.