Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Because I will have to stain my hands with the blood of my compatriots again, and have to continue killing innocent people."

"What do you mean? Are you saying you—"

Bedivere was stunned. He quickly drew his sword and stared intently at Tristan.

The red-haired archer knight stood silently in place.

“That’s right. If you attack me, I will kill the refugees you are protecting.”

"Everyone will be punished by the Lion King."

"In this end where humanity has been burned away, there is no place for you... I'm sorry... I am truly saddened by this."

"Damn it, that bastard—"

Crimson lightning surged from Mordred's body.

She glared at Tristan like a raging little lion.

"I told you, all you need to do is take action..."

call out--!

In the crowd, Tristan randomly selected a panicked refugee, and with a flick of his finger, the refugee instantly fell to the ground.

"Someone will pay the price for your foolish behavior."

“Rebels must be aware of their own destiny; this is the voice of the end.”

"Tristan!"

Bedivere's voice cracked: "Where has the dignity of the Round Table gone? What is the point of this senseless killing? You, stop right now!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, Bedivere? The deaths of innocent people are commonplace; what battle is without casualties..."

Despicable tactics and brutal killings are commonplace. Your continued naiveté is your mistake, Bedivere.

"The king never said that innocent people cannot be harmed."

"How many times do I have to tell you before you understand people's hearts?"

"You are all dead, gentlemen."

Tristan declared: "You, who have just withstood the holy judgment of my king and are greatly weakened, cannot defeat me who has the blessing of the king... This is truly sad."

Chapter 195 Tristan Crushed into a Square

"The Lion King's judgment, could it be—"

Bedivere's expression changed, as if he had suddenly realized something, and he questioned Tristan, "Did you deliberately wait until after the Holy Judgment to make your move against us?"

When did Tristan become such a jerk?!

Tristan's bizarre reappearance after everyone was severely weakened was not accidental, but rather a premeditated plan.

If it weren't for the Holy Judgment, Tristan would have no confidence whatsoever in facing a Master who could stand up to the Lion King head-on, and a rebellious Knights of the Round Table Servant.

Now, the Master has exhausted all his strength in fighting the Holy Lance, and the remaining Knights of the Round Table are not at full strength either.

Therefore, at this moment, these people have become objects that he can manipulate at will.

The thought of facing humanity's last Master and his former comrades with swords filled him with some sadness, but that was all.

The Lion King's commands are absolute.

"The sorrow of killing the Master who protected the people... and the knight who fought alongside me many times, may never fade away."

"Therefore, I will not hesitate for a moment to kill you here."

The cold words were like spears piercing his heart. Bedwell was in so much pain that even breathing became difficult. He felt his arms were heavy and it was hard to even lift them.

In the past, they were comrades-in-arms fighting together against a powerful enemy.

Although Bedivere was not particularly strong, he was indeed an indispensable member of the Knights of the Round Table.

"It's unbelievable that we've been forced into such a predicament."

Bedwell was both angry and heartbroken.

No matter how fast they are, they can't protect all the refugees, and even then, it's uncertain whether they can defeat a fully-healthy Tristan while still weakened.

Moreover, who knows how long it will take for the Lion King's Judgment to recharge.

If we just let the cooldown time pass like this...

"However, we must first eliminate the threat to our king."

Tristan turned his gaze toward Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Master from another land, you possess the power of the Holy Lance to counteract and punish all impurity. If I were to allow you to live like this, you would be a real threat to my king."

Before the foreign master recovers, we should kill him!

Tristan made his judgment.

Such a powerful Master, although he didn't think he could defeat the current king, it was safer to eliminate him!

"Ah, how sad."

"We had no choice but to take action against the girls and those who protect the people."

Although he said that, Tristan's fingers began to tremble slightly!

"stop!"

Bedwell stood in front, his eyes filled with sorrow and anger.

"Sir Tristan, don't do this—!"

His arm gleamed with a scorching light; it was unknown how many more times this pseudo-silver arm could be used.

“I’m sorry, Bedivere, you can’t stop me.”

Tristan stated calmly.

"If you insist on doing this, you'll have to kill me first!"

Bedivere's one hand glowed, while the other drew his sword.

"And I..."

Some refugees stepped forward.

Covered in black cloth, their faces etched with hardship and suffering, they are ordinary people persecuted by the Lion King.

"And I."

Then someone else stepped forward, blocking Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.

"I."

"Including me."

Snapped!

A short boy grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at Tristan's still, beautiful face, covering him in dust.

"Lu Shide!"

The woman saw the child run out and quickly picked him up and held him protectively in her arms.

"Mom, that person is a bad person! He's going to hurt my older sister!"

""

"A bad person? Maybe."

Even when he was called a bad guy, Tristan remained completely unmoved.

After all, in his eyes, the other person was a dead man.

There's no need to argue with the dead.

"It doesn't matter who dies first; the outcome is the same. As you've all seen, those who rebel against the Lion King never have a good ending. Therefore... I sadly inform you all..."

"You may now proceed to the underworld."

Tristan's Noble Phantasm is an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

No matter how many people gather, it won't mean anything to him.

"Noble Phantasm, activate..."

"Oh no, I sensed powerful magic emanating from Tristan! Is this the power of the Knights of the Round Table? He's no longer just a mere servant... Has he also received the Lion King's blessing?"

The difference between a Servant who receives the Lion King's blessing and an ordinary Servant is like an insurmountable chasm, not to mention that the Knights of the Round Table are all powerful Heroic Spirits.

Otherwise, there would be no way to defeat the boss of this singularity itself, the demonized Lionheart.

Let me play sad music with my bow.

Tristan's lips moved slightly, his fingers vibrating the strings, and a melodious note blended into the wind in an instant.

As Tristan finished speaking.

The magic power within him surged.

"Failnaught".

Lancelot and Bedivere charged forward with their swords drawn.

The two of them are not incapable of defeating Tristan.

However, as soldiers, they possess the ability to protect nearly a thousand people.

Countless refugees will be killed in this instant, because Tristan's attack can deliver a cold and cruel sentence to the refugees with just a flick of his finger!

"Boiling over, wrath of the stars—"

Fiery lightning erupted from Mordred's body; she was inherently prepared to burn everything.

This is just another outburst.

Even so, it still couldn't stop Tristan from killing the refugees.

"It's useless. What can you do when you're already at your last gasp?"

"You can't stop me, and you can't stop the King's judgment!"

when!

The blue light of the bow and arrow shimmered.

A skill that allows you to hit targets without aiming, simply by moving your fingers.

Philnott.

The term "failnought" means an arrow that will never fail.

In other words, once Tristan has his eye on you, the arrows will hit the target no matter which direction they are fired from, meaning they are guaranteed to hit.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that even a Servant with such high mobility as Hassan would not be a match for Tristan.

However...

The light of the bow and arrow did not shimmer among the crowd.

"Oh, is that so?"

Philnott's light instantly radiated.

"What--"

Tristan was stunned.

Philnott, whose attack was supposed to hit, suddenly vanished without a trace, like snowflakes falling in spring. His invincible Noble Phantasm suddenly failed, forcing him to open his eyes!

"Ugh...really!"

"I can't stand it anymore."

The fallen girl gently raised her hand, and then, as if drawn by an invisible force, stood up from the ground. A faint halo emanated from her body, making her appear both aloof and noble.

It is nighttime.

In the brilliant starry sky, countless stars surround the flawless moon, which is as smooth as a jade plate.

"Senior... no, you are... Princess!"