Although Mordred's actions were extremely violent, her strikes were very precise.
She knew where to cut to make it look like she was trying hard, but this kid was too slippery to kill.
Another kick sent Daniel flying, and at the same time, the kings sword flew out of her hand, aimed directly between Daniel's legs.
Daniel was startled into a cold sweat, scrambling everywhere on the ground with hands and feet to avoid this fatal blow.
It was time to once again manifest her pride and contempt for Daniel.
Thinking this, Mordred unleashed a barrage of trash talk at Daniel.
It wasn't just Daniel who wanted to stall for time; in fact, she did too.
At least until Sanzang and that bastard Bedivere completely defeated the Purification Knights and came to support Daniel, or Arash finished off Tristan and came to help; either side would do.
After all, having seen Gareth die once before her eyes, she didn't want to be the one to kill her a second time.
Even if that face wasn't Gareth's now, the spirit core was!
Tristan, who was currently clashing with Arash, inexplicably felt waves of chill rising from his back.
It was a good thing he didn't know Mordred's inner thoughts, otherwise...
So, in the entire Round Table, inside and out, I'm the only outsider?
Daniel also noticed that something was off.
Having already roughly measured the gap between himself and those battle-hardened warriors of the Knights of the Round Table, he didn't think he could actually last this long.
So, although the guy in front of him was in 'garbage time,' was he actually taking it easy?
Glancing at Tristan, who was already breaking a sweat, Daniel became even more certain of this point.
But he didn't dare show an expression that revealed he had discovered this truth.
After all, with Mordred's awkward personality, she might really pounce the next moment regardless of the consequences, leading to a fight where the fish dies but the net doesn't break.
"Get up! Hurry up and get up! If you don't get up soon, my greatsword is going to cut your head off!" Her tone was extremely mocking, the kind that would make anyone's blood boil upon hearing it.
But Daniel really couldn't bring himself to be angry.
After all, he was currently being let off the hook.
And it was the kind where they weren't even pretending properly.
It was only because Tristan had almost all of his attention diverted by Arash; otherwise, he should have noticed the anomaly here long ago.
Bedivere did notice to some extent, but he also didn't dare to say anything.
Instead, he roared multiple times, struggling to break through the Purification Knights to help Daniel.
After all, he was also very aware that Mordred's personality was awkward and fickle.
He feared this was just a temporary game of cat and mouse for Mordred.
The dozen or so Purification Knights quickly vanished under the efforts of Da Vinci and Bedivere.
It wasn't that Mordred and Tristan didn't want to bring more Purification Knights, but the purpose of this mission was a sneak attack; with too many people, it would be hard to move around.
Who could have expected the opponent to pull a 'returning horse spear' maneuver? The dozen Purification Knights instead became their prey.
Tristan grew increasingly worried that this operation would end in failure.
"Mordred, it's time to retreat." Two against four, the situation wasn't looking good for their side.
To be honest, Tristan felt the threat of death from Arash standing before him.
If this continued, the Knights of the Round Table would likely lose another member.
"Shut up! You're so noisy!" Mordred scolded with a wicked smile on her face. "We haven't even finished our mission yet, why retreat? Go back and let that guy Agravain gloomily file a report against us, and then have Father give you another spear thrust to send you on your way?"
Among the Knights of the Round Table, the person Mordred hated most was Agravain, but now, she hated Tristan, who had received a 'Blessing,' the most.
Besides the ill will brought by the contrast, what affected her most was that among the Knights of the Round Table, he seemed to be the only one playing the mystery card all day, detached from the whole.
"If you want to run, then run by yourself! I'm not going to flee in panic!"
Mordred fought with increasing force, and in the end, she even intentionally skewed her Mana Burst, sending a sword beam slashing toward Tristan.
By the time Tristan noticed and dodged, his heart had gone cold.
What's the situation?
The enemy wants me dead, and you, my comrade, also want me dead?
Then the next moment, Mordred provided the answer for him.
"However, the moment you turn to run, I will personally behead you on charges of being a battlefield deserter!"
"In the Code of Chivalry, there is no running away! There is only crushing the enemy, or being killed by them!"
Mordred's voice grew louder and louder, while Tristan was full of question marks.
When did the Code of Chivalry ever have that stuff?
You're making things up again!
Knowing that Mordred was just venting her anger and didn't actually intend to backstab him, Tristan felt slightly more at ease... well, just a little bit, after all, this person was a crazy knight.
"Ah... It has already come to the point where I have no choice but to use it." Tristan murmured in a slightly heavy tone.
"Sing of pain, play the sound of weeping. Failnaught—this is my arrow."
Crimson arrows of sound instantly scattered from Tristan's Bow of Sure-Hit.
The target wasn't just Arash alone.
It was an indiscriminate attack that enveloped everyone present, friend and foe alike.
"Tristan! You bastard!" Mordred gritted her teeth in anger.
Unsure if he was retaliating for Mordred's Mana Burst just now,
the number of sound arrows fired was actually highest toward Mordred's side.
"Impossible to evade!" Sanzang became a bit flustered after dodging two or three hits.
Sanzang immediately summoned several clones holding staves, rakes, and crescent shovels to help her tank the damage.
Bedivere, on the other hand, decently crushed all the incoming arrows, but the sword in his hand had already begun to become tattered.
After all, it was a genuine steel sword, not a Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm weapon; it was very fragile.
Arash, with his pride as an Archer, dodged all the attacks.
As for Mordred... she re-equipped her helmet and then tanked it head-on.
Aside from a few marks, it was a state of completely unbroken defense.
Tristan... was also taking it easy?
Daniel had the foresight to hide in a spot on the same horizontal line as Tristan and Mordred, using Mordred as armor to block all the attacks.
Looking somewhat regretfully at Sanzang's destroyed clones, Daniel shook his head and tossed the theory of Tristan taking it easy aside.
Perhaps it was only on Mordred's side that the momentum was strong but the force was small.
He was definitely retaliating for Mordred's Mana Burst just now.
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