[comprehensive] my king is here

The command spell is an absolute command to the follower, which cannot be resisted.

Vlad III is making a difference.

Arturia raised her sword to guard, but she didn't expect that Vlad III didn't attack her, but pierced through a wall, and then rushed in.

A distraught voice came from inside, "Damn it, lancer, how dare you... use the remaining two Command Spells to give an order to become a vampire and defeat King Arthur!"

Artoria waited quietly, and finally saw Vlad III coming out from the other side of the wall, with bright red blood dripping from the gun.

"You killed your Master."

Vlad III sneered, and his chilling eyes fell on Artoria, "You didn't run away?"

"A knight will never turn his back on the enemy." Her lake green eyes were cold, "Go on."

The vampire Vlad III is by no means easy to win, not only the strength but also the agility has a qualitative leap.

In hand-to-hand combat, there are also methods such as fogging to interfere with the line of sight and the use of bat substitutes, which really caught Artoria by surprise.

But even so, Artoria still had advantages in martial arts and strength, this little trick could only temporarily confuse her, and soon she found Vlad III's flaw.

After knocking down his weapon, a sword swept towards his neck.

He held the sword of the oath of victory with one hand, and the wind blade around the sword cut his hand dripping with blood.

Artoria raised her foot and kicked him, unexpectedly he turned into a bat and escaped again, and this time, he landed behind her, holding the sword of vowed victory in his hand.

He compulsively held the sword of vowed victory and placed it on Arturia's neck, and wrapped his other hand around her waist. He bent down and took a deep sniff at her neck, "Sweet blood ...Huh? Are you still alive?"

The blood of a living person is naturally different from that of a heroic spirit.

Arturia concealed the secrets of many knights of the round table and was discovered by a vampire.

"What are you going to do to my king? Let her go!"

Bedivere, who rushed over after completely destroying the stone puppets, was about to explode.

Vlad III sneered, the fangs had already touched Arturia's skin, and when he was about to pierce, he heard her say: "Vlad III, are you really going to do such a shameful thing?"

——Clean up the stigma, I am a Romanian hero, and have nothing to do with the vampire Dracula.

Such thoughts are only fleeting, making him hesitate for a second.

It was enough for Arturia, she said: "Being able to retain a trace of clarity under the compulsory restriction of the three Command Spells, such tenacity is worthy of the king's name."

Dazzling rays of light surged out, and it was the magic power of the guardian red dragon that instantly bounced Vlad III away.

The sword of vowed victory followed, piercing through the spiritual core in midair.

fatal blow.

Artoria withdrew her sword and watched Vlad III fall to the ground with calm eyes.

Before he died, Vlad III had completely awakened from the vampire state, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Why was there neither hatred for him killing Yi Miao, nor hatred for him as an enemy in her eyes?

Whether as a vampire or a king, she wanted to kill him with all her strength, but it was too sad that she turned out to be so peaceful in the end.

This is of course said from his standpoint, by the way, there is one last sentence.

"Thank you, King Arthur."

— ended his vampire ugliness without fully turning into a vampire.

Thank you so much.

Arturia also had a lot of emotion, because she might not be able to withstand the mandatory order of the three Command Seals with her anti-magic power.

Vlad III, really amazing.

"My lord, I'm late." Bedivere looked like he really wanted to lift Arturia's chin and take a closer look at her neck.

He is still afraid when he thinks about it now, the king was almost eaten by a vampire.

"It's not hurt."

"not at all."

...still really want to see Wang's neck.

Artoria felt the scorching gaze behind her, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down the back of her head.

"By the way, Sir Bedivere, did you see Sir Mordred on the way here?"

"No."

"I'm very worried. That's all right, Sir Bedivere, you go back the same way and reinforce Sir Mordred, and leave the matter of the clock tower to me."

"This……"

"There are Sir Gareth and Sir Lanmaloch in the clock tower, I just need to join them."

Only then did Bedivere nodded, "It turns out that the king has already prepared, so please let me go to Lord Mordred."

Without further ado, they separated again.

The Clock Tower is based in the British Museum, where magicians from all over the world gather here to study day and night, and possess the top magic research.

Now it was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, as if it had experienced an air raid, and many nearby buildings were not spared, burning together.

According to common sense, the night in London would not be so peaceful when the incident was so big, but in fact she was so quiet, it was a bit weird.

Artoria didn't know where the attacker and the victim went, she was eager to know if there were any survivors and where her master went.

One step forward, one step forward.

She seemed to have stepped into something like an enchantment, and she could clearly feel the air heat up instantly, as if she was in a furnace.

It turned out that this was a powerful barrier, no wonder there was no response to what happened inside.

The more she walked in the ruins, the more Arturia felt that this was done by the heroic spirits, but where were the heroic spirits? Aren't all the heroic spirits on the black side intercepting them?

"Retreat, little girl, although it is admirable to fight here, it is over."

The green-haired young man put his penis behind his neck, and appeared on the stage with a very carefree attitude.

Arturia looked at him, then at the burning British Museum behind him, as if she could see Atalanta aiming at her.

She didn't express affirmation or affirmation of the retreat that the young heroic spirit said, but just put on a posture of fighting, and said in a calm tone: "Is my opponent next?"

"Hmph, with a little girl like you as your opponent," the young man said coldly, "Even shame has a limit."

"Don't underestimate the enemy," a calm female voice came from the void, it was the archer hiding somewhere and aiming, "I saw it, she repelled your master, and killed the black lancer. King Arthur of Britain, even if It's a girl, you will suffer if you underestimate her."

"Oh?"

There was finally more seriousness in his eyes.

"Have you repelled the teacher? There are two tricks."

Arturia was on guard while thinking, she knew the archer's real name when he used the Noble Phantasm, the sage Chiron in Greek mythology.

The heroic spirits in front of him are his disciples, and the most famous ones are the great heroes Hercules, Achilles, and Jason. If you want to get other information, fighting is the only way.

Arturia took the lead in making the move, and the young Heroic Spirit was not far behind. His marksmanship was quick, fast and dense like a net, making it impossible to break free.

Such excellent marksmanship cannot be said to be at the same level as Lanmaloch and Bedivere, or even superior to them. It is said that Hercules' most proud weapon was the bow, followed by the sword, so he should not be Heracles. s.

So... try Achilles.

During this period, Artoria kept her eyes on his face, and the scrutiny revealed in her eyes made the young man a little unhappy. Just as he was about to speak, he swung the sword of the oath of victory and directly fired his gun. Artoria He jumped up and kicked the Achilles tendon.

Uh... that is, the heel of the right foot.

The arrow arrived in front of Artoria in an instant.

Because of her intuition, she retreated quickly. Although she didn't hurt the heroic spirit, she didn't gain anything.

The heel of the right foot is the Achilles' heel of a certain hero, and the arrow released by the archer hiding in the dark already speaks for itself.

"The great hero in Greek mythology, Achilles, I never thought I could fight you."

Achilles: "..."

He was obviously still confused.

It's fine if he didn't take advantage of it after a few rounds, even his real name was picked up by others, he never thought it would become like this.

A sighing female voice came from the void, containing the deep emotion of caring for the staff.

"I told you not to underestimate her."

How many fuel-efficient lamps can become kings?What's more, the prestigious King Arthur, her popularity is definitely in the top ten in the world.

"Hmph, it's not over yet, I'm just... well, Master is really disappointing, I'm going to retreat now. Hey! King Arthur, next time I'll ask for this place again."

Artoria said calmly, "I'll wait."

Concerned about the situation of the clock tower, Arturia, who was aggressive, did not try to be brave, but watched them leave.

After they left, relying on the memories of the past, she quickly rushed to the research field of modern magic, where there should be Vivienne and Weber Velvet.

However, she stepped on the burning stairs and pushed open one charred door after another, but found nothing.

There was no Vivienne or Mr. Weber, only the corpses of magicians everywhere. This was also the biggest massacre since the opening of the Holy Grail War.

They all died at the hands of the heroic spirits. In the face of the heroic spirits, no matter how clever a magician is, they can only be slaughtered by their necks.

So, are Vivienne and Weber Velvet more ill-fortune?

And Ranmallock and Gareth...

She thought she was well prepared, but she still lost?

This frustration...

"Well……"

A faint sound came from somewhere.

Arturia's eyes lit up, and she chased after the sound, and dug out a Lamaroc from the fallen beams and bricks.

His handsome appearance was brutally damaged by scratches all over the place, and the armor made of magic power was no longer able to maintain it, so it could be seen that his whole body was stained red with blood.

"Let's go back and heal."

Arturia wanted to hug him.

"Don't go back..." Lan Maloch pressed her hand, saw that the blood on his hand had stained Artoria red, and retracted his hand a little shyly, but Artoria grabbed it.

"Do not believe……"

Before he could finish his sentence, his body instantly turned into particles of light and disappeared into Artoria's arms.

It is conceivable that he has reached his limit.

……

"Don't you take Sir Lanmaloch with you on this expedition? Tell me your reason... that's enough, just because of his relationship with Sister Morgan, I can't accept him as a reason not to use him in a major battle."

"...It is also true that the only knights guarding the royal city are Sir Mordred, Kai Qing and the injured Gao Wenqing. It is indeed a bit inappropriate. I hope Sir Lanmaloch will not think too much about it."

The silent and loyal knight always obeyed the king's orders, and then died at the hands of Mordred, never seeing the king until his death.

……

This time, he finally died in the arms of the king.

Artoria stood up, she could hear the sound of the barrier collapsing and the police officers swarming in, she left quietly without disturbing anyone.

...Only her sister Morgan Le Fay brought it to her.

The author has something to say: Daily update×22

Two days ago at home, my foot slipped and my knee hit the ground. I didn't care about it at the time, but today...it was purple and red, and it swelled into a small steamed bun called "Yun Bei".

Every time my sister Morgan appears on the stage, it is a bloodbath ╮(‵▽′)╭