Time goes back a little earlier.

On the opposite side of the main entrance to the castle was a small gate for servants and guards, and the guards who had led Gareth into the chamber had arrived.

After leaving the castle, he quickly walked to an alley to make sure there was no one behind him, and when he turned into a dimly lit alley, the guard rang the bell at hand.

The crisp bell rings for a moment, and the surroundings change slightly.

The moss lying on the wall moved, gradually swarming into one place, and finally gathering into a withered human form, all without any external force, as if it were just a show of nature.

As soon as the withered figure was loosened, a man in a blue cotton robe appeared in this deserted alley.

"What's wrong? What's the news? The man twisted his neck, as if he was moving his muscles, and finally said, "I slept very late last night, can't you let me rest a little longer?" ”

"There's a British messenger in the castle, I guess he's come to bring relief to Maeve." The guards didn't have that kind of queen worship for Maeve, but rather rather cold, and from that alone, you can judge that he is definitely not a simple fellow.

"Ahh British, those guys can't protect themselves now, even if they make trouble, there's no point, right? The man leaned the red gun in his hand against the wall and asked lazily.

"That guy is not an ordinary knight, he is a knight of the round table, and the queen intends to provoke the knight to take the initiative to make her take the initiative, so as to raise the slogan of attacking Britain." The guard spoke quietly.

Obviously just a plain-looking guard, but he told the truth that even Queen Maeve hadn't found out, that is, the so-called messenger Garred was actually Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table.

"Hmph~ Knights of the Round Table, that's still a bit interesting, what are you going to do? Kadir. The man smiled, his red eyes as bloody as the spear, and seemed interested in the name of the Knight of the Round Table.

"It's nothing, I don't think the queen's plan will succeed, if the knights of the round table are just such stupid guys and don't qualify to be your opponents, I just hope that after he leaves the castle, you can help me kill him, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Really? Hawkers, since he's a Knight of the Round Table, he can also be my opponent, but I wonder if he will be killed by me when he's careless? The man picked up his spear and waved it slightly.

"Make sure you can kill the knight, and if you don't succeed, leave immediately, and find a chance to kill him on the way back." The guard, known as Kadir, continued to speak coldly and laid out his next plan.

"I should still be able to trust you, right? Kadir, I don't want to be stabbed by my brother at the end. ”

"Of course, Cú Chulainn, it's all for Ulster, and since Queen Maeve has ruined our country, it's time for us to destroy hers." As he spoke, Kadir stretched out his right fist.

Seeing this, Cú Chulainn smiled, then also stretched out his left fist, and the two fists were countered, then turned around, and left in two different directions.

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Cú Chulainn's action was fast, he came to the street opposite the main entrance of the castle, pretended to have nothing to do for a long time, secretly buried Rune's runes as a trap, and after arranging everything, he went to the side alley, returned to his previous mossy state, and observed the outside world from the perspective of plants.

It was a whole morning, and it wasn't until after noon that a figure came out of the castle that looked like a British knight.

It can be seen that he does not have any spirit, he should be thinking about things, and his vigilance is insufficient, which also makes Cúchulainn shake his head slightly.

Obviously in a foreign place, but there is no tension, assassination can happen at any time, such a slack guy, is it really a knight of the round table?

After locking on to the target, Cu Chulainn returned to his human form, he lowered his body slightly, made a gesture ready to sprint, clenched the spear in his hand, and activated the rune that had been prepared for a long time, as soon as the knight stepped into the trap, he would be bound by the rune magic.

It only took an instant for the magic spear in Cúchulainn's hand to pierce the knight's armor and take his life.

The knight still did not perceive the danger approaching and maintained the appearance of self-thinking, while Cú Chulainn, with a hundredfold spirit, focused everything on the target in front of him.

Then, as if planned, the knight stepped into the trap, and at the same moment Cú Chulainn slammed into the ground and pounced like a fierce dog, the blood-red tip of his spear pointed straight at the knight's helmet.

Although it did not release the original power of the magic spear, it was enough, and against a slack enemy, even if he was King Arthur, it was just a matter of one shot.

The trap unfolded by Rune's magic took control of the knight's body, and the knight also discovered Cúchulainn's location, but it was already too late, and the spear was less than five centimeters away from piercing his helmet.

It's just that in Cu Chulainn's vision, a few wisps of gray ash flew over, which was not something that should be paid attention to, but Cu Chulalin, who was proficient in the magic of Rune, felt it, and the magic fluctuated.

Another voice sounded at this moment.

"Get out of the way!"

In the midst of the crowd on the street, a person suddenly popped out.

At the same time as this man appeared, Cú Chulainn's vision became blurred, as if in a dream, it was clear that the spear was only five centimeters away from the knight, but now, he could not see where the knight who was supposed to kill was.

On the other side, the alert signal triggered by her body's reaction made Gareth immediately understand what the caller meant, and she used all her strength to deflect to one side, avoiding the spear as much as possible.

A black projectile popped out of the man's fingertips and struck the spear from the side at a faster speed before it pierced Gareth's helmet.

The negligence of the assassins, the emergency response of the victims, and the attacks of the interveners skewed the distance, which should have taken only a fraction of a second to break through.

Although Gareth's helmet was still hit by the spear in the end, it was only rubbed on the edge, the left side of the helmet was pierced by the sharp tip of the spear, a third of the helmets were torn off, and the spear was attached to the side of Gareth's face, sliding past, and the knight could even feel the cold touch from the tip of the spear.

The next moment, Gareth violently broke free from the shackles of Lune's magic and knocked the assassin back with a single punch.

The knight who had half of his helmet removed also revealed his original appearance under the gaze of everyone, and there was no doubt that it was definitely a delicate face that belonged to a woman.

"Who is it?" Cú Chulainn, who was repelled by a punch, covered his stomach, but he didn't bother to estimate the injuries, just stared fiercely at the figure who suddenly burst out of the crowd.

Without his interference, there is no doubt that Cúchulainn would definitely have been able to kill Gareth.

No matter who it is, as long as the head is pierced, there is no possibility of survival.

Seeing that Gareth was fine, Larry, who jumped out of the crowd, was also relieved, and when he heard Cúchulainn's question, he smiled and replied, "It's nothing, I'm just a magician passing by." ”