For a knight, their sword is their life. If they lose their sword, there's a good chance they'll lose their life in an instant too.
"Please, please don't call me that. It's really scary."
Lancelot was a little startled. While deep down he was pleasantly surprised to suddenly be called "Dad" by such a cute girl, it was also a bit sudden. Still, for Lancelot, a daughter-version Galahad was clearly more likable than a son-version Galahad.
Mash was also a bit embarrassed. As an in-vitro baby, she had no parents, yet here she was calling a man "Dad." While there was a hint of excitement, shyness dominated.
"Please come with us, Lord Lancelot. There's someone you truly need to meet. I believe that once you see her, you'll definitely change your mind."
Mash said expectantly. Lancelot didn't say a word, and after two seconds of hesitation, he bent down to pick up his sword.
"Do you... have a way to save Humanity's History?"
Lancelot asked. Mash was momentarily stunned. She hadn't really given that question much thought. She was just doing what she was supposed to do, what she could do. After all, no one was confident they could defeat the final opponent, Solomon.
"I..."
Mash tried to say something, but just then! The instant Lancelot's fingertips were about to touch the hilt!
"*Lamenting Illusionary Performance!*"
"*Buzz!*"
In that instant, a massive number of demonic sound arrows appeared around Lancelot! The crimson arrows were pure and magnificent, having already locked onto Lancelot, aiming for!
A killing blow!
"Tristan!"
Lancelot instantly understood whose attack this was! In that moment, the distance between his fingertips and the sword hilt felt so close, yet so far!
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft!"
The Mana defense that appeared on Lancelot's body was completely ineffective. In an instant, he was pierced by over a dozen arrows!
Although Lancelot had tried his best to avoid vital points, he was still severely wounded!
"*Boom!*"
Another strum of a string vibrated, clearing away all the surrounding dust. Tristan walked over, holding his bow, his face expressionless.
"Tristan! You!"
"*Boom!*"
Illusory sound arrows exploded around Lancelot again, directly blasting him away, blood gushing from his entire body!
"Lancelot, today, on behalf of His Majesty, I grant you a dignified death!"
Tristan placed his fingers on the bowstring, but this time, it was a volley of six shots!
"*Boom boom boom boom boom boom!*"
With this strike, Tristan was confident he could finish Lancelot, but!
"Stop!"
The pink-haired girl rushed over in a fury, blocking Lancelot like an iron wall. Her shield was raised high, deflecting all six incoming arrows!
"Ga... Ga..."
Lancelot looked at Mash's back, speaking weakly. Mash turned to look at Lancelot, her eyes wide as she shouted!
"Don't talk! Master! Get this guy out of here!"
Mash yelled. Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly came to Lancelot's side, laboriously helping him up, trying to leave, but Tristan attacked again!
"It's you! And this shield! I truly didn't expect it!"
Tristan was surprised that Mash and the others were still alive! The bowstring in his hand continuously sang, and a barrage of arrows relentlessly struck the shield, the powerful impact forcing Mash to retreat steadily.
"Commander! Go! Protect the Commander's retreat!"
Lancelot's knight subordinates finally reacted. They had been stunned when the dust cleared, and only now realized that Tristan was trying to kill their leader!
"Charge!"
The knights charged at Tristan, intending to shield Lancelot with their bodies to buy him time.
But Tristan scoffed, drawing his bow, ready to directly eliminate all the knights, but suddenly! He had a premonition and sharply turned his head.
The instant Tristan sharply turned his head, his eyes widened!
He saw a fist. This fist was only slightly larger than a normal person's, but in Tristan's eyes, it felt like a mountain crushing down on him!
"*Boom!*"
Tristan was directly blasted away, spinning an unknown number of times before violently crashing into the mountain wall.
Mo Shuying shook his hand, striding towards Tristan. Embedded in the rock wall, Tristan was still breathing.
"You..."
Tristan was stuck in the rock wall, unable to move. It wasn't that he didn't want to move; it was that the previous punch had shattered nearly half the bones in his body, leaving him immobile.
"What? Surprised? Surprised we're not dead?"
"..."
Tristan was thoroughly upset that his words had been stolen.
"You guys," Mo Shuying began, "if you'd just stayed put in the Holy City, I'd still be figuring out how to deal with you, how to break through your defenses. But no, you had to come running out here, practically begging for death. Well, excuse me, but I'll gladly take you all on, one by one!"
Mo Shuying wasn't about to give Tristan another chance. He'd given him one before, and Tristan hadn't appreciated it! Now!
"Die!"
*"Boom!!"*
With a single punch, aimed squarely at a vital spot, golden light erupted from beneath Mo Shuying's fist. Another Heroic Spirit met a tragic end at Mo Shuying's hands.
With their leader gone, the archer knight squad he'd brought with him was completely disoriented.
What now?
They exchanged bewildered glances. Suddenly, an old but powerful voice rang out!
"Attack! Avenge our leader!"
"Huh?"
"Kill! Our knights don't fear death!"
"Hey, hey, hey!"
"Loose arrows!"
"Hmph!"
Most of the knights hadn't even registered who shouted, but a few hot-headed ones had already drawn their bows and loosed arrows. Several arrows flew swiftly towards Mo Shuying, who casually dodged them.
Turning to face the archer knights, Mo Shuying nodded.
"Hmm, commendable courage. In that case, I'll send you on your way!"
"..."
Watching Mo Shuying charge towards them, the archer knights felt a surge of unspoken bitterness. Who was it that recklessly shouted to attack?!
Though they cursed inwardly, it was too late now.
Because Mo Shuying had already charged in, truly like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, like a tornado destroying a parking lot, like Yasuo sweeping through minions with his whirlwind. Hundreds of archers were being chased and beaten by Mo Shuying, unable to even put up a fight.
This guy is so strong.
Lancelot frowned at the sight. Even in his peak condition, he wouldn't fear so many archer knights, but to crush them like this would be incredibly difficult. He could do it with his Noble Phantasm, but he couldn't keep using it; his Mana and body wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Cough!"
No sooner had Lancelot spoken than he coughed up a large mouthful of blood. His condition was dire; he was on the verge of death.
Lancelot's body went limp, and Fujimaru Ritsuka could no longer support him, gently lowering him to the ground. A pool of blood slowly formed beneath him.
"Hey, hey, hey! Lancelot, don't die!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka shook Lancelot hard, making Lancelot's eyes roll back.
"Stop... Galahad..."
A dying father wanted to see his son one last time.
"My name is Mash," Mash said calmly, walking over.
"Heh... You have such an irritating expression, but that's just your nature. Even if I die, you probably won't shed a tear... But it's fine, Ga... Mash, as your father, I still love you. Being able to see you now... I'm truly... happy..."
Lancelot smiled, then slowly closed his eyes, a serene expression on his face.
Mash rolled its eyes, then turned and shouted at Mo Shuying.
"Sir! Come heal us!"
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