The Journey of King Arthur

"King Arthur! I didn't expect you to attack me. Shouldn't a great knight like you not take advantage of others' danger?"

Kuchulin used the gun blade in his hand to clamp Arthur's gun blade tightly and smiled mockingly.

"You actually guessed my real name...when did you know." Arthur's expression, whose real name was exposed, did not change at all. It seemed that the real name was exposed, which was not a big deal for him, and in fact, there was no big deal. After all, King Arthur in history did not have extremely obvious weaknesses like a certain heel.

"How did you know? Of course it's just looking at the face!"

"Do you look at your face..." Arthur pondered, then nodded silently and sighed: "So that's it. You have fought with Mordred before? It was because you saw his face that you guessed my identity. You knew it early in the morning, but you just didn't say it."

"However, since you know my identity, you should also guess that I will not absolutely abide by the knight's way. After all, even I will not abide by it. If I can achieve 100% compliance, the sword in the stone in my hand will not be broken, let alone the current state of being a low king (tyrant)!!"

Arthur suddenly activated his magic power, and a light spurted out from the holy gun, rushing towards Kuchulin's eyebrows. However, Kuchulin had already expected this situation. He squatted down and raised his hands high. The attack flew into the distance until he destroyed a poor residential building.

"Ha, I've really changed my mind about you now, but are you sure you won't cooperate with me? We cooperate to kill all these people... Isn't that good? With your movement speed that has lost your mount, even if you beat me up, I will be teleported back by the Lord with another spell, and you may have to fight four next time..."

Arthur remained silent and quietly emptied one of his hands, with a shield added to his hand, and used this shield to quickly throw it towards Kuchulin.

Kuchulin helplessly let go of Arthur's gun and began to dodge the shield. Arthur did not chase him, but turned around and emitted a light in Kuchulin's expression of joy, shooting towards Tamamo.

Tamamoma was fiddling with his own talisman paper. Nine pieces of talisman paper rotated in front of Tamamoma, and a flame ejected from the middle and instantly swallowed the light and rushed towards Arthur himself.

Arthur jumped to the right, waved his left hand, glanced at Kuchulin coldly, and then said coldly: "Leave Mordred and the fox to me, and the remaining two are yours."

After saying that, he directly charged Tamamomae, and the shield flew back to his hands at this time.

"It would be better to say that I was asking me to fight two, but I would rather let me fight one. The other one, I have obviously lost the ability to fight, okay..."

Kuchurin said reluctantly as he looked at Arthur who was charging towards Tamamo.

′Isn’t it better to let you hit one plus one half-dead? If you have any reluctance, hurry up and start!gkd!gkd!!′

′ That's why I said, you don't understand me at all... Do you know that if you are so dirty, you will lose a lot of fun... But forget it... End early, finish work early, and I will have to fight Arthur again later. I can't be in vain if I suffered a loss just now!′

Kuchulin turned his gaze to Yan Qing with a bloodthirsty smile. At this moment, Yan Qing struggled to stand up. He grabbed his chest tightly, feeling his body being constantly being treated. Looking at Kuchulin who had turned his gaze to him, he couldn't help feeling a little bitter in his heart.

′ My ability to bear is really weak... After all, it was assassin. I was beaten seriously injured after being hit like this. And looking at this guy, it seems that he has turned his eyes to me... I must not be caught by him! ′

After a moment of thought, Yan Qing quickly realized what he should do, that is, to carry out an urgent strategic retreat!

′Archer, although I know you may not help me, I really hope you will help me now... It's such a weird and wonderful emotion...'

Yan Qing sighed, then covered her chest with one hand and began a strategic retreat.

Kuqiurin looked at Yan Qing who was retreating, and the corners of her mouth began to rise.

′ Want to run? Can you run away? ′

′Then you won’t chase after you now! The other party is about to run away!!′

′Don't worry...it's time, even if he runs for three more seconds now, it's time...'

Kuqiurin smiled bloodthirsty again, and then quickly chased Yan Qing, who had already run away farther and farther away.

Wu Ming looked at Kuchulin who was gradually moving away, looked at Tamamomae and Mordred with a serious expression, and then followed quickly. Although his agility was only C (not known on the surface) and he could not keep up with Kuchulin who was in a state of Mad King, with the help of Kuchulin Tokizaki, he still caught up quickly.

At this time, Arthur also noticed the departure of the three of them, nodded expressionlessly, and said in a plain tone: "Since those irrelevant people have left, then no one can stop the battle between us."

After saying that, he carried the holy gun and stabbed the spirit core in front of Tamamoma. Tamamomachi quickly tried to avoid the attack, and then rolled to the side to avoid Arthur's series of slashing attacks.

With only two meters away from Arthur, Tamamomae pulled out a few pieces of talisman paper from his sleeve and threw it directly on Arthur's face.

Arthur held up his shield to block the talisman paper, and all of these talisman papers were pasted on Arthur's shield. Arthur felt bad at this moment, and he subconsciously threw the shield into the sky.

At this time, the talisman paper began to spread and the shields had been wrapped. With a red light, a huge firework appeared in the sky, a red flame formed by a huge firework.

Facing this beautiful scene, Ah didn't have long to go there to appreciate it, because Tamamomae had already kicked him in the air.

Faced with Tamamoma's attack, Arthur simply chose to use the tip of the gun to stab.

The attacks of both sides caused a wave of air. Tamamomae did not continue to choose to stalemate, but simply set a distance with Arthur and shouted loudly at Mordred on the side.

"Hey! Mordred! Don't just look at it! Get up and do it quickly!"

Mordred nodded at this time. Although he did not want to defeat his father with two or one, he had been caught by his teammates now. Then it would be impossible to continue sleepwalking. So Mordred rushed towards Arthur with the dazzling and brilliant king sword in both hands. However, halfway through, a series of missiles fell from the sky and bombed in front of him.

These bombs are rarely magical. In order to avoid injury, Mordred jumped back and left the attack range. At this time, a woman wearing an exposed radiant woman appeared in front of Mordred using a set of technological armor and extended her sword to Mordred.

"Saber, your opponent is me."

"Love?" Arthur couldn't help but frown when he saw the man who unexpectedly appeared here, and said coldly: "Why are you here? What's going on? Did that mess instruct you to come?"

"Yes, I wouldn't have come without the president's order."

Ailian replied expressionlessly.

"As it turns out, that mess is really annoying, just doing these meaningless things."

Arthur frowned in displeasure. Now he wanted to drag Westcott out and beat him, but he still held back. After all, if he punched him, Viscart's head might be gone.

′This is not meaningless, right? Lord Knight King... After all, you have said before, you will not absolutely abide by the Knight Way or something, right?

Listening to Westcott's sarcastic words, Arthur had no expression on his face and turned his perspective to Tamamomae, his expression became serious and said lightly: "Forget it, the ending is the same anyway, I don't want to care about these..."

After saying that, he took the gun and attacked Tamamomaki, who stepped back and launched a ranged spell attack on Arthur. After a period of pursuit, Arthur realized something and realized a very important point.

Losing his war horse, his movement speed cannot catch up with Tamamoma.

Tamamomae saw Arthur who suddenly stopped silent. After some contemplation, he seemed to have noticed this, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Arthur had no expression on his face, and the holy gun in his hand glowed. Then he launched a magic beam of light to attack Tamamomae. Tamamomae was also standing there, without choosing to run. His hands kept paddling back and forth, and one wind blade after another defeated the beams.

On the other side, Mordred looked at the human in front of him with a black head and asked in a warning tone: "Do you really want to stop me, right? Just you? I advise you to get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise you will be careful not to save your life."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I will still stop you here. My main task now is to hold you back. If you can win, it would be even better."

Ailian said expressionlessly while pointing straight at Mordred with a sword, and said in a cold tone: "You'd better not underestimate me. You know, when I was in a hand-to-hand combat, I could fight with King Arthur back and forth. Although King Arthur did not use magic to release it all the time, I finally fought until I was exhausted."

"Tsk! Isn't it still a loss if I say it so nicely? If I lose, I lose. Adding so much rhetoric is useless! Since you want to play, I'll play with you for a while~"

Mordred smiled relaxedly, but in fact he had already begun to take serious action. He could fight with King Arthur in hand-to-hand combat and fight until he was exhausted. Although he lost in the end, he lost the weight, even though King Arthur did not use his magic power to release it.

I just don’t know if this King Arthur refers to his father or another father who is the referee...

Ailian remained silent and rushed up to chop off Mordred.

The perspective changes again.

Over the Kuchurumi.

Kuqiurin was chasing Yan Qing. At this time, they had already arrived on a street. In order to get rid of Kuqiurin, Yan Qing would rush into the house every time, while Kuqiurin would forcibly knock out all the obstacles in front of him, and now his tail has almost recovered.

Yan Qing found that he was about to be caught up. He looked at the ordinary residence in front of him, gritted his teeth and jumped in.

Kuqiurin rushed in as always. When he rushed in, he suddenly felt Yan Qing's spiritual reaction suddenly disappeared within his perception range, so he couldn't help but stop and fall into thinking.

′Cuchulin, what's wrong?

′ It is because I suddenly couldn't sense the reaction of assassin's spirit body...′

′Are you teleported away by the young master? ′

′It is possible, but not absolutely, I feel that something is wrong, maybe he has other methods, after all, assassin is best at hiding himself...′

′......′

′Let’s look carefully. I just left my sight and looked at the surveillance in the command room. There was no Yan Qing around the young man...′

'Um......'

Kuchurin nodded and began to walk up the residential building.

′What did you go upstairs? Did you find something? ′

′I felt the appearance of a breath upstairs, so, don’t you find it strange? There is a breath in this house? Under normal circumstances, residents should urgently hide in a safe underground warehouse.′

′Be careful, don’t be fooled, I don’t want to waste another spell…′

′Have peace of mind, my master.

Kuchulin smiled and came to the second floor and pushed open the dormitory door.

Although the lights in this room were not turned on, it was not dark inside. The moonlight shone through the window on the bed. There was a small dumpling wrapped in a quilt on the bed, and the dumpling leaning against the corner was shaking wildly.

......

′No, there are really no one here who has hidden in the underground warehouse...′

The Lord of Kuchulin covered his face in disbelief.

Kuqiurin turned on the light expressionlessly. The moment he turned on the light, the ball shook even more violently.

Kuchulin's expression did not change at this time, and he gradually approached the bed. His master soon thought of Kuchulin's current thoughts and his expression became solemn.

Is it Yan Qing who is hiding under this quilt?

Kuchulin came to the bed, grabbed the edge of the quilt, and then lifted it up in one breath. There was no resistance to lifting the quilt, and it was easily pulled away. The quilt was not anything else, but a little girl who seemed to have not arrived even though she was ten years old squatted there with her hands holding her head and trembling.

Kuchulin and his Lord:...