Chapter 1297：

pS: That's it for today, good night~! This two-in-one is okay, right? 7.5K too! This still owes two more.

Chapter 48 Just you still want to assassinate me?

"What kind of weird sound is that?"

Mordred rubbed his ears and said with a pained expression on his face.

When she heard the voice coming from the [Golden Mirror of the Underworld], she simply felt that her soul had burst, and she couldn't feel her own existence.

But Nitocris and several knights of the round table expressed the same feelings.

"Is it so scary?" Shi Lang suspiciously asked.

Mordred asked strangely: "Don't you feel that way?"

"Unpleasant is really unpleasant...but it shouldn't be as exaggerated as you said?"

Shirou couldn't realize the feeling that Mordred and the others said, and even felt that they were playing himself together. To Shilang, that voice... is really as ugly as shit, like the music of more than a dozen old audition groups, which is really upsetting, but it is not as unbearable as Mordred said. Right?

The soul bursts too!

Facing Shirou's questioning, Mordred smiled disdainfully, then stretched out his hand, pointed at the back of everyone, and said, "Look at that person."

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Tristan fell on the ground, his hands folded on his chest, his face was pale, his mouth was foaming, his body was still trembling with convulsions, and his whole body exuded the light of ascension.

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to push him: "What's wrong with you Tristan?"

"Don't die, Tristan!"

The voice was mournful, exuding the special and unique friendship between the Knights of the Round Table.

Especially Jahris, with only one arm left, also pushed Tristan's body like a wave.

Shiro felt that if Jahris pushed it down like this, Tristan might not have been shaken to death by the sound, and he would be pushed to death.

Nitocris walked to the [Dark Mirror Collection] and squatted down, picking up the fragments of the mirror one by one, but after all, it was a treasure and not a real thing, just like picking up sand. Nitocris picked up half of it. , [The Book of Dark Mirror] completely dissipated.

Nitocris clenched her fists, "Pharaoh...!"

She understood that the brilliance of the sun finally came to an end.

In her ears, there would never be the reassuring laughter again.

"I saw it, the last light of the sun."

A warm voice suddenly rang in her ears, Nitocris turned her head and saw Shirou standing beside her, smiling at her.

"I will never forget the brilliance of Ozmandias. I will keep the memory of this peculiar point and meet him again." Shirou said.

"Meet Pharaoh again?" Nitocris murmured.

"Yes. The temporary parting is not the end, but the beginning of a new good memory. So, I would like to ask you more afterwards, Pharaoh Nitocris." Shirou said with a smile.

"Well, please advise, King Arthur." Nitocris nodded and said.

At this moment, Tristan, who was being pushed violently by Jahris, finally awoke before his head was inferred by Jahris.

"Where am I?" Tristan said in a daze.

Gerante said, "You fainted before."

"Nonsense! How could I faint?" Tristan asked.

"Because you heard that voice." Kai said, "Did you forget? The rhythm of that voice is, da, da, da da—"

Tristan remembered it, his face turned pale, holding his head, and shouting in pain: "Stop talking! Don't make me think of it!"

"Oh, the rhythm after that is like this, da da da da da da da da -" Kai said with a smile.

"Ah--!"

Tristan hugged his head and shouted.

Shilang smiled as he watched the crowd of people making trouble.

Although the way forward is uncertain, even if you don't know what the future will be, you have to go forward.

Moreover, by his side, there are like-minded partners.

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Mount Mukebair.

This is the habitat of the mountain people and the base of the Assassin Order.

It has been unknown how many years have passed since the Assassin Order was established. Every leader of the Assassin Order is called the Old Man in the Mountain.

"How is the situation, Baimei?"

"There are several Servants rushing here." Baimong Hassan said.

"Is the Lion King here?"

"No. It's another group of Servants. The leader is a young mother with a child, who looks very vicious. We can't help but curse the wrist." Baimong Hassan reminded.

Hassan frowned.

Since the Assassin Order was destroyed by the Mongol army, a total of 19 old people in the mountains have appeared. And these old people in the mountains were given the name of Hassan.

This is the case with Hassan, Hundred and the same is true for Hassan, the cursed arm.

The only difference is that they are not Hassan of this era, but Hassan who has been called to this era.

What Cursed Wrist Hassan didn't expect was that he would be summoned to the time he once lived, so he, like other Hassan who was also summoned, was determined to dedicate his power for the people of the mountain.

They knew the Lion King’s plan, and they knew that the Lion King would aim their guns at the people of the mountain sooner or later, so they established a military base on Mount Mukebair early on, patrolling the base area, and guarding the Lion King.

"What should we do, curse wrist?" Baimong Hassan asked.

"The people of the mountain cannot be harmed, because they are our people. The Servant who broke into here may also be the spies of the Lion King, so you can't help but guard. Then, let's stare at them first and see what the situation is. If the situation is not right. , They assassinated them!" Cursed Arm Hassan said.

Baimao Hassan nodded, and this is the only way he can do it now.

At this time, with a "swish", Hassan appeared in front of the two of them, and said in a hurry, "The situation is a little bit bad, curse the wrist."

"What's the matter?" Cursed Arm Hassan asked.