Tristan's eyes, which could no longer see anything, seemed like a mockery. Because he could not bear to see his comrades kill each other, he had gouged out his own eyes. Yet, the movements of his hands did not pause in the slightest. In the end, it was nothing more than self-deception.
Tristan plucked his harp string. As if playing music, the melody echoed throughout the area. But one after another, attacks rained down upon all the enemy soldiers. Blood immediately splattered across the earth. The militia soldiers on the defensive line, who were holding back the Purge Knights, clutched their necks and fell to the ground. This knight's seemingly musical performance was, in fact, a fatal attack. Hearing the miserable screams from behind her and feeling the constant assault on her shield, Gareth quickened her pace.
"Round Table Knight, Seventh Seat, Gareth, is charging! I'm going all out!! Absolutely!!"
Although he could not see, it did not affect Tristan's combat ability. After hearing Gareth's cry, Tristan frowned slightly. "Using your Noble Phantasm right from the start? No... a wise choice." After all, for Gareth, the number of enemies on their side was clearly greater, and their condition was better. If she didn't go all out with her Noble Phantasm and see if she could take him down, she would sooner or later be defeated. But for Gareth to use her Noble Phantasm directly this time, she was truly putting everything on the line.
Tristan tightened his grip on his weapon, his empty eyes staring straight ahead. No matter what, Gareth was a member of the Round Table Knights, and they were not so easily dealt with. In that case, he too should release his Noble Phantasm as a sign of respect!
"Let us begin, a sorrowful melody. Noble Phantasm, activate! From my harp, I pluck a sorrowful tune, singing of pain, playing a lament, Failnaught: Fantasia of Lamentation"
Tristan rapidly played his harp string. The strings transformed into arrows that coiled towards Gareth! Feeling the ever-intensifying magical energy from Gareth's spear, a smile suddenly appeared on Tristan's face. "My apologies, Gareth, but please stop in your tracks. You will not be able to get close to me."
A large number of thread-like attacks wrapped around Gareth's body. Even though Gareth wanted to unleash her power and attack, she couldn't. Her body was tightly bound. Although she didn't suffer much damage because most of her body was covered in armor, the unarmored parts were already showing bloody marks. Her legs, in particular, were the primary targets. If Gareth insisted on continuing forward, her legs would surely be severed by the attacks from the harp strings before she could reach Tristan.
"Please stand there, and also move the tip of your spear." After all, when it came to spear skills among the Round Table Knights, Gareth was undoubtedly one of the best.
Besides, he still wanted to continue serving the King. He had chosen to leave early in his life; it would be a lie to say he didn't have any regrets, including saying those words... He had already blinded himself, he had regretted it. So now, there should not be the slightest hesitation.
"Voice of pain, melody of sighs, know the sorrow etched into my flesh and blood! —If you can sever it, then it is nothing more than that! [Failnaught: Fantasia of Lamentation]!!"
I'm done for!
Gareth, already bound, watched as Tristan drew his bowstring. She began to struggle, wanting to put her shield in front of her. Only then would she have a chance to survive the attack from her former comrade.
"Farewell, Gareth, my friend—!"
A sword of condensed magic shot forward. However, at that moment, a shield flew in rapidly from a distance, slamming down right in the middle of their battle. Tristan's Noble Phantasm release directly shattered the shield, but after destroying it, the attack lost its original power. Although the remaining magical energy hit Gareth, it only managed to damage her armor.
"Who is it!"
Tristan immediately turned his senses towards the direction the shield had come from. To possess such power, could it be that there were other Heroic Spirits besides their Round Table Knights? To be honest, they had just begun preparations for the Holy Selection and really weren't sure what else existed in other regions besides the Demon King's faction they had subjugated. If it really was a Heroic Spirit, it would be a troublesome matter for them.
Just as Tristan turned, he felt a wave of danger in the next moment. He raised his harp-bow to block in front of him. Immediately, an immense force came from it. In his perception, what had crashed into him was nothing short of a giant dragon, but the feedback from his senses clearly told him it was just a young girl.
Gareth had already prepared for sacrifice, never expecting such a turn of events. She hadn't expected a young girl with white hair, wearing silver armor and wielding twin swords, to suddenly rush out and directly engage Tristan. She had an impression of this girl. Although they had never met directly, she had heard her brother speak of her. Was her name Melusine? But since she was here, then the one who was rumored to always be by her side should be here too. After all, that shield could be considered a low-tier Noble Phantasm. In the eyes of Heroic Spirits, Noble Phantasms were their most crucial equipment. Very few would just throw one out as a disposable item. Unless... the Noble Phantasm was simply not important to that person. If she remembered correctly, the existence always accompanied by this girl named Melusine was a blacksmith.
Gareth turned her head to look in the direction the shield had flown from. There, a young man with light-golden hair in silvery-white armor was approaching step-by-step. It was Aslan.
After breaking through the desert's sandstorm, Aslan had seen a plain and this small town, which was visible at a glance. Upon seeing the soldiers moving around the town, Aslan also understood just where the Human Order had thrown him. He had to admit, this was indeed a fitting stage for his debut as a Servant. There were just too many old friends here!
After sensing the danger and threat, Tristan already had the thought of retreating. It would just mean being punished by the King. If he truly fell here, that would be a loss for the King and would also affect the subsequent Holy Selection.
"It seems I won't be able to dispose of the traitor today. Sir Gareth, you can struggle well here."
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Apologies for missing chapter.