The battlefield slowly subsided.

Artoria [alter] won the battle between Mordred.

In the battle between Mathul and Lancelot, Mathul won the victory.

Luo Zhenyi won a great victory.

In the two father-son duels, one side wins and the other side wins. It has to be said that it is quite ironic.

Joan of Arc [alter] watched the battle all the time except at the beginning.

"Wait, in this way, wouldn't I really become a woman who can only set fire to this and that?"

Joan of Arc [alter] suddenly reacted and showed an extremely exciting expression in an instant.

But that's the truth.

Joan of Arc's revenge failed, but Mathul successfully destroyed his relatives for justice.

This development like a roaring wave was unexpected by everyone.

In fact, in terms of pure strength, these two games are worthy of determination.

It goes without saying that Artoria and Mordred should be explained in the words of Artoria, that is, the power of the two sides is not much different, and it may even be even. The reason why Artoria was able to win was largely because Mordred fell into the trap set by Artoria and was attacked by surprise before he was defeated.

Lancelot's strength is actually better than Mathul.

Although Mashu is already a special A-level servant, she has not yet developed her own combat method, and she is specialized in defense. In terms of pure combat ability, she is still more than just a step behind Lancelot, who is known as the best player in the round table.

If it is a defensive battle, then, let alone Lancelot, even if the crown attendant Solomon came in person, he would not easily break Mashu's defense this time. However, in the battle just now, Mashu not only did not fight in the field he was good at, but instead attacked fiercely. If the opponent was not Lancelot, even if he did not lose, he would definitely not win.

Now, the reason why Mashu can win is largely because Lancelot has lost his hostility, or he does not want to be an enemy of Mashu, and does not attack at all. He just blindly defends and will lose if he defends for a long time. After one carelessness, he took Mashu's attack.

Although this attack did not cause much damage to Lancelot, it had already shaken the spirit core, making Lancelot's body dull.

"Woo"

Lancelot covered his chest and stood up with difficulty.

"Are you going to fight again? Lancelot, the round table knight!" Math said in a condemnational tone that was not like his own style: "If you haven't woken up yet, then I don't mind smashing you again!"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot smiled bitterly.

Lancelot wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he lowered his eyes, and said something like this.

"Do you think you will win?" Lancelot said in a deep voice: "Don't forget that we have Tristanqing here, and he is no longer here. With his current state, he probably has taken advantage of the chaos to escape the war and go to kill your master, intending to bring you back to his original form and solve it one by one?"

Hearing this, Mathus and Artoria's expression changed slightly.

It was not until this time that the two of them realized that there was only Jing Mie's follower staying beside Luo Zhen.

Artoria was finally provoked by Mordred and fell into a fierce battle with Mordred. She had no time to take care of Luo Zhen. Mashu also rushed up desperately under the inexplicable anger towards Lancelot, causing Luo Zhen to be removed by him.

"Oops!"

Even Joan of Arc [alter] realized that something happened.

Reversal is still a reversal after all. It is too difficult for those who want to make the followers in the reversal state think more delicately than in the usual state.

Therefore, although Artoria and Joan of Arc both become more offensive than themselves in their usual state, they also ignore the importance of protection.

"senior!"

Mathur, who forgot his duty because of his anger at Lancelot, also regretted it. He quickly turned around and immediately prepared to rush towards Luo Zhen.

However, this is no longer necessary.

"Dong!"

When such an explosion that shook the atmosphere resounded, a figure seemed to be violently knocked away, turning into a shell, rubbing against the atmosphere from the direction of the fortress, and crashing into the earth.

The earth sank on the spot, causing gravel to fly, rubble to rush, and sand and dust to rise like smoke and dust, which is extremely spectacular.

"This is!?"

Everyone present was shocked, turned their heads suddenly and looked at the field.

There, in the scattered dust, a knight lay in blood in the ruins of gravel rubble.

Who else can besides Tristan?

"How could it be?"

Tristan was not intact with blood flowing all over his body, and he was even moving, his face full of disbelief.

"Tristan!"

Seeing this scene, Lancelot's eyes changed.

And at this time, a voice also came.

"It seems that you are still far from killing me."

As he said this, Luo Zhen slowly walked over.

Beside him, he followed quietly and obediently, looking at Luo Zhen's eyes full of admiration.

And behind Luo Zhen, there is a giant.

It was a bullheaded god with a tomahawk in his hand.

It is Luo Zhen’s second-favored beast (cortaurisuinum of the King of Niuta).

"You are proud enough to be able to let me liberate the beast to deal with you, the son of sadness."

Luo Zhen smiled at Tristan with an extremely calm eyes.

Obviously, for Luo Zhen, Tristan is no match at all.

This is also natural, right?

"Even if you play longer and stronger, it will never be able to become stronger. You will not be able to become stronger than the Lion King who gave you blessings, and you will not be able to become higher than the (Holy Grail) level."

Luo Zhen is like this Xuancheng.

"So, you can't win me, Tristan."

If Luo Zhen does not summon the beast, Tristan still has a chance of winning.

But as soon as Luo Zhen summoned the beast, Tristan could basically go home.

"You will become the first round table to leave the court." Luo Zhen said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I will try to ease you and will not make you too sad."

As he said that, the lava bull god behind Luo Zhen flashed with fierce light in his eyes, and raised the scorching battle axe high in a roar.

Just then

"Wait a moment."

A voice stopped Luo Zhen.

"Let me do it."

Artoria spoke with a calm voice on her face.

"I have decided long ago that I will make the decision on all round tables."

This is the duty of Artoria as the king of the round table.

Luo Zhen looked at Artoria.

"good."

After a while, Luo Zhen nodded.

Artoria's cold face slowed down a little, but it soon freezes again, causing her to raise her pace and come to Tristan.
Chapter completed!