Chapter 485
The magic arm of the East should contain you! "
Bang! After saying that, Yanzui fell to the ground weakly.
Refugees: “Ahhh…!
Thank you very much, thank you very much! "
Without any hesitation because of the sacrifice of those who protected them, the refugees hurriedly continued running towards the east with a sense of joy in surviving the disaster.
He was afraid of being overtaken by that scary red-haired knight again.
Even the little princess was trembling as she read the scenes in the book.
She lowered her head with a confused look in her eyes.
Don't know why...
What was supposed to be a memorable reappearance of a heroic and kind knight has now turned into a scene of the arrival of a terrifying and terrifying executioner like a demon.
but--
I saw people who seemed to be able to escape successfully.
The feeling of contrast and discomfort in people's hearts has also been reduced a lot.
Even though I died of cigarette drunkenness...
But Tristan probably won’t do anything anymore!
Even if there is something unspeakable, they still hold the last glimmer of hope in their hearts~! I hope Tristan is not doing these things out of his own heart.
Then--
People saw Tristan murmuring: "...actually cut off his own head...
In this way, I have to keep my promise.
pretty. Well done.
--but. "
The sound of the bowstring being fluctuated sounded!
Poof! That was the sound of blood flowers blooming.
At the end of this paragraph, I saw such heart-shaking words.
People's consciousness seemed to sink into darkness instantly. The fingers holding the paper could not help but tremble, and the fingertips turned white.
'That's -'
They have realized something.
Then came unbelievable anger, a fire of confusion and consternation burning in people's eyes.
Tristan——! !
Did you break your oath?
Damn it! ! How dare he, how could he do something like that? !
No, it won't! Fake!
How could that be what a knight should do?
Chapter 685 The world changes, the transition between night and day!
Refugees: "Huh...? Why did I fall?"
"No way... nothing happened, head, just——
No, no———! ? "
As the sounds of strings plucked one after another were heard, scenes of flesh and blood exploding constantly appeared.
Those fleeing refugees and unarmed ordinary people fell one by one, forming a coquettish feast of slaughter in the illustration.
Claire held Epic in one hand and covered her mouth with the other.
'Why...why?
It will become like this. ’
Tristan: “Ah, I feel so sad…
I clearly said this wouldn't work.
It only made me unable to move a step. How careless this is.
My demon string Philnot does not need arrows.
This is a sound blade that can cut off enemies with just a flick.
Even if I can’t move or draw my bow——
It can also cut off the physical body in a breath. "
In the cry, in the cry for help of countless refugees.
This kind of visual and mental impact is not only for Mashu and the others who are hiding in the dark...
Claire and the others also stared blankly at this scene without saying a word, and were speechless for a while.
At this moment, Tristan strummed the bow string and continued to speak coldly:
"Stupid old man of the mountain, you should say that.
'Please don't even move a finger' is right. "
...! !
Please don't even move a finger!
Devil, this is definitely a devil, right? !
The little princess and the others felt a little timid...
Matthew: "..."
Guda: "To give people who have no power to resist...!"
Da Vinci: "Hold it. If we rush out now, we will also be killed.
It is no exaggeration to say,
That Archer is stronger than any Servant we have encountered so far.
We can only hide until he leaves.
...You probably don’t think that’s our companion, right? "
Matthew closed his eyes in pain, unable to bear to watch that scene: "...Yes.
It must be like what you said..."
Everyone who knew Tristan's identity could only watch this scene with eyes blazing.
Round table - not partners?
It seems that it is indeed the case...
Now Tristan is a stranger, and people don’t recognize him at all.
And no one doubts Tristan's strength.
One of the strongest knights in the past, Leonardo da Vinci will feel that the other party is powerful, that is inevitable!
at last--
Following Ma Xiu's words: "...no survivors were found."
Everyone... was beheaded...'
The massacre finally came to an end.
And there is only a sense of powerlessness left in people's hearts.
This senseless killing even made the doctor suspect that the other party was a murderer.
After seeing this statement, people had no idea of defending it.
The original surprise at seeing the round table now turned into fear and disgust.
How could he become such a terrible person? Has Tristan forgotten his pride and honor as a hero?
Sudden--
They saw descriptions like that in the text.
On that battlefield where the massacre had ended and was in chaos.
A black, smoke-like life form formed from the ground, revealing bright red eyes full of resentment.
? ? ? : "...damn...damn...
This resentment will never be resolved until death...!
How immature I am—
He actually underestimated the enemy's cruelty...!
Unforgivable—unforgivable!
Who can resolve this unwillingness——! "
Assasin - the wraith born from the body of the smoke-drunk Hassan? !
People gritted their teeth and thought.
And Roman opened his mouth and revealed the true form of the resentment.
Only then did people realize that it was a shadow follower.
Roman: “Perhaps because of my affinity with this land,
The strong resentment is left directly as residue! "
Immediately afterwards, people saw Mashu and the others defeating Yanzui who turned into a shadow follower before Yanzui turned into a monster that would attack the surroundings indiscriminately.
In gratitude for finally regaining his senses after being drunk from smoking, he gave poor Hassan a peaceful sleep.
"The Leader...!" Some citizens of Atlan saw this and felt sad and sad for its demise.
And those eighteen mysterious leaders——
At this moment, the figure of Hassan, the drunken smoker, gradually became clearer.
Although Yanzui did not show strong combat power in the epic, and even at the cost of death, he failed to successfully save the people.
But Yan Zui's will to protect the people has indeed touched many people.
Such a flesh-and-blood leader makes people feel closer to him.
With such a leader, who wouldn’t be moved and proud of him?
Just when everyone was feeling sad about Yan Zui's death...
On the other side——
Matthew and the others met another group of refugees.
After rescuing these refugees from bandits, I heard that these people planned to flee to the Holy City.
And I learned from the refugees that the holy city holds a holy ceremony on one day every month.
‘Shengba? ’ People saw new terms.
What is that——
Watching Mashu and the others bid farewell to the refugees, in order to avoid attracting attention, they chose to go to the Holy City alone, where they saw a huge chalk wall that seemed to completely isolate the outside world.
People temporarily put other problems behind them.
"Holy Capital——!" A new illustration appeared, Hermitos muttered, looking at the towering white city walls.
Is it finally here?
From the previous description, it seems that this city was temporarily built from the holy land.
