The moment the red-haired Rider spoke, a peculiar longbow appeared in his hand—a special bow with six strings.
The red-haired Rider drew the bowstring, and Mana condensed into arrows. The instant he released it, six arrows scattered towards the Assassin along peculiar trajectories. The bowstring vibrated, even emitting a pleasant, harp-like sound!
Of course, although the sound was pleasing to the ear, to the Assassin, it was like the sound of death!
"Clang! Clang!"
"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!"
The Assassin, already injured, only managed to block two arrows before being struck by the other four. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth, staining his white skull mask red.
"Go, take those refugees away."
After firing the arrow, the red-haired man narrowed his eyes again, put away his bow, and ignored the Assassin.
Other Riders rode their horses toward the refugees. The red-haired Rider took the reins handed to him by a subordinate and swung onto his horse, just about to leave.
"Vroom! Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!"
The roar of an engine came from afar, like an evil dragon.
"Hmm?"
The red-haired Rider frowned and looked. He felt a familiar Mana rapidly approaching.
If it were the red-haired Rider from before, he would have recognized whose Mana this was, but for the current red-haired Rider, everything had been reversed, causing him to lose his ability to discern Mana.
And so.
"What is that?? A monster?"
A bow appeared. The red-haired Rider drew his longbow again, and with a release of his hand!
"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Six arrows flew in unison! They transformed into streaks of light, shooting towards the "monster" with surging Mana!
However.
"Swish! Swish!"
Two rays of golden light flew out from the Mana entity, directly shattering the six arrows. This made the red-haired Rider frown slightly.
"This kind of attack? It's not a monster!"
The red-haired Rider opened his eyes, then continuously drew his bowstring! The sound of the bowstring never ceased, playing a melancholy tune, as dense Mana arrows rained down on the Mana entity!
On the All-Terrain Vehicle, Artoria smiled as she watched this scene.
"Such archery skills! Only Tristan, who said I didn't understand people's hearts, could possess them!"
Artoria twisted the steering wheel, and the All-Terrain Vehicle began to speed up, performing various S-curves and spins. Fortunately, there were no drainage ditches here, or she would surely have gone through one.
Relying on her A-rank Riding skill, Artoria truly managed to evade all the arrows. Child Gil put down his hand, knowing there was no longer an opportunity for him to act.
Meanwhile, the red-haired Rider, Tristan, frowned deeply. The Riders who had gone to drive away the refugees all ran back, standing in front of Tristan, ready to face the enemy.
However.
"Whoosh!!"
The All-Terrain Vehicle skidded sideways for over ten meters in a parallel park, and the mud stirred up by the tires splattered the Riders, covering them in grime. But these Riders didn't dodge at all; they drew their respective weapons, preparing to strike.
But just then.
"It truly is Tristan. Long time no see. Do you still recognize your King?"
Artoria stood up from the vehicle. Seeing Artoria, not only were the Riders stunned, but Tristan's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Your Majesty!?"
"Mhm, that's right, it is your King."
Artoria jumped out of the vehicle, a golden longsword appearing in her hand. She held the sword, resting its tip on the ground, recreating King Arthur's classic pose.
"It really is the King! How is this possible!"
Tristan exclaimed in disbelief. He simply couldn't believe his eyes, yet the aura of the person before him was so familiar, so similar to the King in the Holy City. What was going on? Tristan was utterly confused.
While Tristan and the others were confused, Mo Shuying used Flash to appear beside the dying Assassin.
"Star Infusion."
Life force was infused, and the Assassin's injuries rapidly recovered.
"You're called Smoked Drunk Hassan, right? One of the Old Man of the Mountain."
Mo Shuying had heard her and Hundred-Face's titles before, so he knew she was also one of the Old Man of the Mountain.
"Cough! You... why are you saving me?"
Smoked Drunk Hassan had never expected Mo Shuying to save him.
"Oh, just on a whim. Can't just stand by and watch someone die, can I? That would be a bit against the spirit of a knight. After all, I am a knight recognized by the King."
Mo Shuying turned to look at Tristan. This veiled criticism was very effective.
"Who are you!"
Tristan's emotions were clearly in disarray. He was originally a gentle person, but after being summoned this time, he begged the Lion King to bestow upon him the [Inversion] blessing, which transformed his gentle nature into something cold and cruel. Furthermore, it changed his previous vulnerability to minor poisons into complete immunity.
This transformed Tristan was clearly empowered, but his actions also deviated from the path of a knight. He detected the mockery in Mo Shuying's words and spun around, firing an arrow!
"Whoosh!"
"Thwack!"
Mo Shuying simply crushed the magical arrow with his hand. To harm Mo Shuying, any attack less powerful than a missile was out of the question, and besides, this was just an arrow made of magic, very fragile.
"You question me and attack me at the same time? You truly understand the way of a knight, Your Majesty. I don't think this kind of person deserves to be among the Knights of the Round Table. Why don't you expel him and let me take his place?" Mo Shuying continued to instigate.
Artoria gave him a helpless glance and said, "Sir Tristan is a true knight. His current state must be related to some condition he's under. Sir Tristan, please put down your bow and arrow, we can talk."
Honestly, Artoria was quite happy to see her former subordinate here. She didn't want to fight her old comrades, but unfortunately...
"Ha! Hahahaha! You! How long will you keep trying to deceive a noble knight?!" Tristan suddenly burst into laughter.
Artoria was stunned, then frowned. "Sir Tristan, what do you mean by that?"
"Silence! You imposter wearing my King's appearance! Just for that, you deserve death! How dare you trample on the King's dignity! And you! How could someone like you ever be knighted by the King? If the King truly did that, then she wouldn't understand people's hearts and would even be blind!!"
Mo Shuying: "..."
Artoria: "..."
"What? Why aren't you speaking?! Have I exposed you?! Haha! Silence is also an admission. It seems you've recognized your crimes. Very good! Then, now! Accept your judgment!"
Tristan's eyes flashed with madness. He reached for his bow, aiming at Artoria! He intended to shoot down the person who dared impersonate the King he served!
"*Lamenting Illusionary Performance!*"
Tristan unleashed his Noble Phantasm without reservation. Instantly, a mournful sound echoed, causing anyone with weak Mana or unstable will to immediately experience hallucinations. Tristan drew his bowstring, and six arrows materialized on it.
Seeing this, Artoria sighed softly, then raised her sword high above her head with both hands.
"*Vwoom!!*"
Golden Mana condensed, transforming into a raging whirlwind!
"Go!!" Tristan released his grip, sending out six fierce arrows!
And Artoria...
"*Wind King Hammer!*"
"*BOOM!!*"
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