Chapter 449: Sighisoara, Where the Storm Gathers: The Sage's

Chapter 450: Sighisoara: The Fist of the Sage

The Archer of Black, Chiron.

The most outstanding sage among the Centaurs, he once learned medicine and music from the sun god Apollo, and hunting from the goddess Artemis - he was taught by the gods. Therefore, many young heroes gathered around him, absorbing the vast knowledge and martial arts from him.

His legend, his wisdom, and his identity as a "teacher of heroes" eventually turned into an extremely terrifying skill -

Divine Wisdom: A+

The various wisdoms bestowed by the gods of Greek mythology as sages. In addition to the skills of the hero alone, almost all skills (only in the ancient Greek category) can be exerted with B-A level proficiency. And, if the Master agrees, the skills can also be granted to other Servants.

If it weren't for the fact that the Red side was too dangerous and the assassin's Shuoyue also had his own pride, he would never have let go of Chiron's teachings, which were not inferior to the educational ability of the Queen of the Demon Realm, Scathach.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks - in addition to these, Chiron naturally also mastered the fighting skills with bare hands, which was a martial art that combined boxing and wrestling.

Its name was "Pankrasin (All Power)", which originated from ancient Greece and was the oldest mixed martial arts in the world.

Perhaps because Red Saber's Noble Phantasm was too dangerous, Chiron had no intention of restraining his strength. With the unfolding of the "divine wisdom", the strange strength and toughness that were not inferior to Hercules were instantly imposed on the sage. The broad palm was like a giant, firmly holding Mordred who fell from the sky.

Stretching out his arms, he entangled her wrist before the sword in the swordsman's hand swung down. Chiron did not compete with the momentum of the assault, but cleverly moved his center of gravity, and threw this tremendous force, along with Red Saber's petite body - to the ground!

Throwing technique...! ?

The moment Red Saber noticed, she had already flown into the air. Although it was somewhat similar to the back throw in judo, Chiron showed no mercy at all and grabbed the enemy's hand joints fiercely. The next moment, Red Saber felt the pain of internal organs shifting!

Bang!

The bloody meteorite finally fell, and the earth rumbled, like the painful sigh of Gaia, the mother earth. The dark cracks stretched for hundreds of meters in a radial pattern, and were filled with broken red thunder. The interlaced light dyed the world into dusk.

Being thrown on the murder weapon called the earth, Red Saber's eyes widened because of the impact that resounded through her internal organs, and blood splashed between her teeth. Even her strong physique like a red dragon was like being imprisoned by chains within a few seconds, and her whole body was frozen.

This situation was too fatal - but even if Mordred fell to the ground, Chiron did not give her the last blow, but turned his head slightly solemnly and looked at the cold light emerging in the distance.

It was the black muzzle of the gun, and the deadly magic bullet had already been loaded into the gun chamber.

There is no doubt that there is only one character who can dominate the Holy Grail War with a pair of fist guns.

"Red Assassin Shuoyue." Enduring the sense of crisis like a needle piercing his forehead, Chiron still tried to make his voice calm and composed even in the short stiffness of the reaction force: "Sure enough, the Red side will not let Saber wander alone..."

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun flashed, and Chiron was shocked. Regardless of the damage caused by forcibly pulling his limbs, he obtained a skill similar to magic release from the "divine wisdom", and rolled on the ground in a mess, thus avoiding Shuoyue's shooting.

Jumping up, with a longbow in hand, Chiron endured the pain in his joints, and was shocked and angry: "What are you doing!"

"Kill you. Shuoyue said as a matter of course, "Although the camp issue needs to be discussed, didn't you say that I am an assassin? If I can kill you, the great sage, there is no doubt that this will be one of my greatest achievements in this Holy Grail War. "

As he said this, the young man came to Mordred and offered a helping hand, but was slapped away by the latter. Mordred glared at the guy he had met once before and stood up shakily.

"Don't expect me to thank you."

"Heh." Shuoyue laughed, "It doesn't matter, my purpose was not for you."

As he said this, the young man looked up at the same black robe on the corner of the street. The little lion mask on the king's face showed a smile in the moonlight.

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A few minutes ago

Altria was stunned for a long time before she realized that Mordred had taken the initiative to send her away. She tried to free her arms again, and this time, it was Shuoyue who had expected it that stopped her.

"My king, there is no need. Mordred will calm down, not to mention that Jeanne's defense can completely take her attack. "After a pause, Shuoyue reminded, "Pay attention to your identity. "

If it is exposed at this time, Mordred will definitely overthrow Sighisoara.

"...I understand." Altria dispersed her magic, her expression still somewhat dissatisfied, "But, I see that you seem to be very familiar with Jeanne."

Hearing this, Shuoyue laughed unabashedly, with a mischievous light in her eyes.

"Look, I just said a few more words, and you are like this."

I'm in a good mood... Daimao muttered, and soon saw Mordred releasing his Noble Phantasm, which was completely blocked by Joan of Arc, and then came Chiron's sniper, when the arrow hit Mordred At the right time, Shuo Yue clearly noticed the slight trembling in her delicate body, and knew that the time had come.

Although many unexpected situations occurred tonight, Shuo Yue's purpose has never changed.

"What's wrong, my king, are you worried about Mordred?"

Artoria no longer lost her temper. She took off her mask and glanced at Shuo Yue with her holy green eyes, slightly angry and charming.

"As the King of Knights, shouldn't I worry about the knights under my command?"

Typical miscommunication.

Naturally, Shuo Yue would not let Artoria hide it, his eyes had already seen through the illusion.

"So, my king, if it is Gawain who is fighting Black Archer now, what will you do?"

"How?" Artoria answered matter-of-factly, without even thinking, "I will trust him and wait for him to bring me victory...ah."

The moment she blurted it out, Arturia realized the subtle difference.

If she treats the Knights of the Round Table equally and trusts them as much as she trusts herself, why should she worry about Mordred?

If a king does not trust his knights, then he is destined to be unqualified.

But if that's the case, why...

Artoria was silent, but the Knights of the Round Table who accompanied her would not allow her to escape. Shuoyue looked at Mordred who was hit by another arrow in the shoulder and pursued the fallen Chiron, talking to himself as if inadvertently. :

"If this continues, Lord Mordred will lose."

In the original plot, Xiao Mo was hit by Pankrasin, but her sword also successfully cut Chiron's arm, causing him to lose the ability to fight. Strictly speaking, it was Chiron's conscious preservation of strength that led to this The defeat of the first confrontation.

But this time, due to a misunderstanding, Mordred released the Noble Phantasm in advance, which made Chiron wary - who is our teacher Ma? After realizing the strength of the enemy, he will naturally not make any mistakes.

Of course, Mordred was defeated by one move.

This is a battle between heroes. Just a small mistake can lead to a huge difference.

Shuo Yue sighed to himself, while Arturia stared at this incomprehensible subordinate and curled her lips.

"Okay, do I still need to ask you, Qing Shuoyue - please help me and support Qing Mordred."

The white-haired assassin laughed, his eyes filled with iridescent blue. With his black robe rolled up, he disappeared from Artoria's sight.

"Your will."

So time returned to the present, Chiron was repulsed by Shuoyue's magic bullet, and Mordred, who barely held up his body, was surprised to find that the black-robed weirdo who was sent away by her stood there as if nothing had happened. in front of her.

"Why are you here? This is dangerous-"

"I have a question."

The moonlight was hazy, coating the little lion mask with silver. It was obviously such a funny expression, but it also looked so sacred.

"Why do you attack a judge you don't know? And why do you raise a butcher's knife against an innocent child?"

He unconsciously used a questioning tone, but neither Artoria nor Mordred noticed it; Chiron looked at the mask on his Assassin's face and frowned in surprise; Shuoyue played with the mask in his hand. Fist and gun, it seems like a smile but not a smile.

As if aware of the young man's gaze, Artoria took a deep breath and finally asked her real question:

"You... why did you save me?"