Chapter Seventy-Two: The Knight's End and the Hero's Exit
Jin Shining's vision was not affected by the explosion, which was a benefit from the archer rank.
When Lancelot rushed at with his sword raised, he was already in battle. There are not too many fancy moves, and the two treasures are deadly as soon as they are taken over.
Jin Shanshan's qualities are not very good, and even a little low. His martial arts are not counted among the Heroic Spirits. But because from the beginning of this battle, he has only been relying on the King's Treasure to project the treasure to fight, and he has not personally ended the battle, and now he still maintains a fairly sufficient amount of mana reserves and seems to be full of energy.
And Lancelot's side felt a little down because of the fact that he had just released the treasure.
Between the elimination of the other, the two of them fought back and forth.
"Good." The glittering golden halberd blade slashed dangerously across Lancelot's hair. The battle just now was too aggrieved, and Jin Shining finally gained a sense of accomplishment in this white-knuckle battle.
"You're a mad dog, you're just barking a lot." Jin Shanshan sneered disdainfully: "Where did all the skills just now?" β
"Net advantage of words." While concentrating on the fight, Lancelot retorted without flinching, "You have the ability to say that before I release the Noble Phantasm." β
"Heh......." Jin Shanshan sneered and said no more.
Time passed under the deliberate delay of Jin Shanshan. The first one who couldn't hold up was Lancelot.
Delaying it like this would be extremely detrimental to Lancelot itself. After unleashing the Noble Phantasm, Lancelot's magic has bottomed out. The reason why he was undefeated for a long time was only because he survived by virtue of his strong will to atone for the king's sins and superb martial arts.
Moreover, Lancelot's ability to exert such a level in this battle was achieved entirely by the effect of the Command Charm. Now it's clear that the effect of the spell is waning. Lancelot's body began to faintly overflow with black qi that symbolized rage and evil. Qingming's eyes were gradually rendered by bloodthirsty red light.
"Roar!" Lancelot roared after being mad again.
"Cut, I thought you could come up with something else to make me happy." Jin Shanshan sighed regretfully: "Let this king finish you here!" β
Randomly taking a sword from the King's Treasure, the Golden Sparkle suddenly pierced Lancelot's chest. In his opinion, Lancelot is a good opponent though. If Lancelot hadn't gone berserk again due to the weakening of the spell, it would have been worth his use of the Perverse Sword.
Lancelot was like this, and he was afraid that he would defile his sword. So it was just a seemingly random selection of a rather powerful sword among the king's treasures to give the final blow.
However, it was difficult for Jin Shining's hand to hold the sword to move an inch.
"Roar!! Lancelot used the last vestiges of his sanity to secure the golden phantasm to his chest. I didn't care about the intense pain in my chest caused by the shattering spirit core, it just made it difficult for Jin Shining to move.
"You?!" Jin Shanshan shouted suspiciously: "You want to disgust me when you die, does it make sense for you to do this?" β
Just when the two people on the field were at a stalemate, a change suddenly happened.
A straight red sword light stabbed straight in the direction of the golden flash.
Jin Shining was struggling with Lancelot at this time, where did he react. When he saw it, he hurriedly put his hand into the golden ripples behind him, wanting to take out the obedient sword. The sword in his hand was only half taken out, and Jin Shining was pierced in the head by this sword light. γHit the Heart!γ γ
It was Mordred, who had been in ambush early in the morning, who finally delivered the fatal blow.
Seeing that there was no cure for Golden Flash, Lancelot smiled, and then turned into a point of light and dissipated with the wind.
[Berserker Lancelot exits]
The arrogant of the ancients, Gilgamesh, didn't even have time to give his last words, and after being hit in the head, he left the scene with a look of disbelief.
"It's dangerous!" Mordred rejoiced, "He almost pulled out his sword. γ
Thinking of the obedient sword that had only leaked half a section just now and revealed its huge might, Mordred couldn't help but feel a little afraid.