I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Before coming, it was already confirmed that the Holy Land, Jerusalem, had been wiped out.And the appearance of the crusader's corpse here almost means that this place is not far from where he originally landed.

Of course, there are still deviations in reality.

For example, he can be sure that Chaldea's spiritual transfer has appeared as usual.

[Chaldea connection request...]

Sigh, squeak——!

【connect……】

Hey, hey, hey!

No response!

Just like he appeared at a thousand-meter altitude at the third singularity, this time he landed at the foot of the mountain. In a sense, he was luckier this time.

"The concentration of magic power in the atmosphere is similar to that of Orleans...but the amount of magic power distribution in the air layer seems to be denser somewhere in the west?" Du Lin looked up at the mountain peak in the west, which was less than five kilometers away.

That is where Yaoyang hangs high, you can see it from a high place.

Du Lin looked down at the long spears left by the Crusaders. He pulled up one of them, tore the flag and wove it into a rope and wrapped it around the gun, and then threw it to the top of the mountain.

boom!

After a blast, Du Lin pulled the gun body tens of meters high, fixed it and began to climb.

After about ten minutes, he came to the mountainside.

Imprinted into his eyes, he could already see the familiar knight in the memory fragments standing in a golden desert and the border of the desert not far from him.

Hmm...'Bright Dog'?

The second is coming.

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Chapter 347 Glorious Camelot Citizen? (plus 70)

Looking down from the mountainside.

The 'Bright Dog' with blond hair, handsome face, and the standard silver armor and taupe fur-collared cape of his knight gradually overlapped with the figure in the memory picture.

Not only him, but also the closed-eyed 'Cui Sad' with long red hair behind him, and a knight with jet-black armor and jet-black hair.

He didn't approach rashly, just like Scatha codeman can call himself dear director, but the real existence may be the death spear that pierces the director, and these three knights are in the memory fragments. The impression in the book is naturally different from the real situation.

His gaze ended on one of the three, the petite armored figure with the big sword on her shoulder, it seemed that she was the only one who kept the same expression as in the original impression.

Of course, it is also possible that he has seen the other party's true face at the fourth singularity, so it is more realistic.

"Modred...the four knights of the round table." Du Lin judged in a trance, is it the sixth singularity where the official history of Jerusalem and the legend of the knights of the round table coexist?

At a distance of hundreds of meters, the four knights standing on the edge of the scorched ruins and the bordering desert seemed to be watching the existence that disappeared in the sandstorm.

It's a pity that the distance is too far away. Even though Du Lin can use [Eagle Eye] to capture the appearance of the other party, he can't capture the voice of the other party. From the limited lip language, he understands a few "Master Sanzang", "Holy Baba Yao" and so on. Started"... a few words.

"Um!?"

Under the watchful eyes of the eagle, 'Cui Sadness' suddenly played the pure white harp tied around his waist, and Du Lin's pupils who were hundreds of meters away suddenly paused, and an invisible threat struck in front of him in a trance.

"Is this... a vibrating air arrow?"

He subconsciously turned his body and fell into a small sunken pothole on the mountainside, and then there was a sudden explosion above his head.

boom--!

The gravel was scattered and fell from the top of Du Lin's head. He subconsciously drew a rune in the void, and the invisible barrier formed a cover that just covered the pit.

……

"Bastard Cui! What are you doing? Sudden attack..." A few hundred meters away, Mordred saw a line mark left on his beloved armor, and couldn't help turning his head and glaring at Cui behind him. stan.

"Sorry, I just sensed a pair of peeping eyes, maybe an eagle or a sparrow, please don't pay attention to me." Tristan withdrew the harp.

"Eagle? Sparrow? Where?" Mordred looked around.

Tristan pointed to the mountainside of one of the distant mountains: "There."

"Nothing."

"Maybe he died under my arrows. Although the short life ended so easily, it is pitiful. But in this piece of land judged by the king, looking for insect prey that cannot exist, there will be a day of starvation. Although this The truth is sad, but it is also a relief...~"

"Enough, enough, you're starting again." Mordred waved his hand impatiently.

Gawain on one side looked up at the mountainside that Tristan pointed to. As a colleague, he knew that eagles and sparrows were just Tristan's descriptions of "powerful enemies" and "insignificant enemies".

Looking at this companion with closed eyes, he suddenly thought of the civil war after the meeting half a year ago.

The king summoned all the members of the round table, informed them of the ruthless order and asked them to choose a side.

To obey the king's order, or to resist the king for the sake of morality.

Except for Galahad among the Knights of the Round Table, and Bedivere who was not summoned at all, the other knights responded to the call.

All the knights of the round table learned of the king's thoughts at that time, some protested and died in the civil war, and the rest stayed and continued to serve the king's mission.

Tristan self-destructed his eyes because he couldn't bear to see his compatriots at the round table kill each other, so he didn't close his eyes tightly, but he couldn't bear to witness it.After the round table civil war, the king gave "blessing (gift)" to the knights who were stained with the blood of their compatriots.