Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Chapter 109: Chapter 108: Rendezvous



After Gareth's injuries had somewhat recovered, the entire town began to relocate. Some of the able-bodied militia members put on the armor stripped from the Purge Knights. This armor, having been reforged by Aslan, was not only resized but also imbued with other blessings for the wearer.

Lives lost in a Lostbelt will not return, even if history is restored.

Aslan vaguely remembered the Wise King of Uruk saying something like that in the original story. Regardless of whether his own memory was right or wrong, even if it was just out of his own compassion, Aslan did not want to see these people die under his watch.

It was a bit of a pity that Aslan had not descended in the Caster class. Otherwise, he could have forged relatively simple single-pilot mecha for these soldiers. At that point, they would have been able to truly confront the Purge Knights head-on. At the very least, that group of Purge Knights followed orders perfectly and had no fear of death, which was something these ordinary militia members could not compare to. After creating his Supreme Masterpiece, manufacturing single-pilot mobile mecha was not at all difficult for Aslan. Damn these restrictions. But if he had really descended as a Caster, his own combat power would have become a problem, and besides, Casters couldn't bring their dragons with them. Although he had some complaints, this was indeed the optimal solution at present.

"All units, on guard! Those annoying knights are here again!"

Those so-called annoying knights were, of course, the Purge Knights. Perhaps because not all the resistance forces on the outside had been dealt with, there were far more Purge Knights roaming about than imagined. However, for Aslan, these knights were not here to hunt them down. These knights were here to deliver equipment to them! Such good people! Knowing that their equipment was poor, they deliberately ran into his team. Touching, truly touching.

"Melusine, same as before. Just snap their necks directly. Be very careful not to damage the armor they're wearing!" Although this armor was made of magical energy and belonged to a class of materials he considered rather average, resources were scarce right now.

However, this time, before Aslan and the others could even make a move, arrows shot through the air from a distance, piercing the gaps in the knights' faceplates with incredible precision. To describe it more accurately, they went deep into the faceplates, directly taking the lives of these Purge Knights through their eye sockets. To achieve such precision with every arrow, besides having a pair of sharp eyes, the person's own archery skills must be superb. But presumably, among all Archer-class Heroic Spirits, this should be considered the most basic of basics. If one couldn't even do this, they were definitely not a traditional Archer.

"Looks like I came just in time. I hope you don't mind my sudden and insignificant help."

A cheerful voice came from the side. The black-haired archer walked out from the side. Melusine rolled her eyes slightly. In the Inner Sea of the Planet, she hadn't had a chance to fight for several hundred years. Now that she was finally summoned as Aslan's Noble Phantasm, it was a rare occasion for Aslan to give her an order, a rare chance for her to enjoy Aslan's commands during her time as a Servant's Noble Phantasm. Although Aslan's usual assertiveness already made her very happy, this feeling of being commanded like a tool gave her a different kind of pleasure.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Archer - Arash. I suppose I'm on the opposite side of that King sitting in the Holy City. You could barely call us a resistance? Any of those titles are fine. You can even call me Big Bro."

Gareth propped up her chin with her hand, looking at the archer before her, a hint of contemplation and recollection in her eyes. She had heard from Kay that a resistance force existed in this world. It was just that she was still hesitant at the time, wandering this world aimlessly, and had never gone looking for this organization, not until her comrades fell one by one.

"The resistance... are you people trustworthy?" Gareth tightened her grip on her spear. She needed to be extremely careful, extremely attentive. She had already taken many wrong steps before this. This time, she absolutely could not make the wrong choice again.

Aslan gently patted Gareth's shoulder. "Rest easy. This Servant can be trusted. The great hero of Persia, Arash, would not deign to lie."

Arash scratched his hair, the smile on his face becoming even brighter. "To be praised like that, I feel truly honored. But this probably isn't the place to talk, is it? How about we return to the resistance base first? It's a place the Round Table Knights haven't discovered yet. It should be safe for a short time."

There weren't that many refugees in the mountains yet. Even taking in the entire population of this small town would not be a problem. The original migration direction for the whole town was towards the mountains anyway, so they weren't too far from them. Of course, such a large-scale migration was also made possible by the fact that this area wasn't an endless plain. With so many ruined cities for cover, and with all the wandering Purge Knights eliminated, for a time, the Holy City had no way of tracking their movements.

"Speaking of which, what are your resistance organization's plans?" Aslan fixed his gaze on Arash. He didn't believe the current resistance organization had no plans whatsoever. The great hero of Persia scratched his cheek but didn't hide the news that two Hassans were on a mission to assassinate the Knight of the Round Table, Mordred.

Upon hearing this arrangement, the expressions on Aslan's and Gareth's faces changed. Arash was a bit confused. Why did it feel like both of them had a pessimistic view of their choice?

Aslan wiped his face with his hand and then sighed. "Prepare for the sacrifice of those two Hassans... Mordred is a first-rate Servant on her own."

"And on top of that, Mordred has been given a 'Rampage' blessing by that King. The current Mordred is only stronger and more insane than she was before," Gareth added to Aslan's words.

For a moment, the entire group fell silent. Aslan, of course, knew that the Grand Assassin existed in this world, but Aslan didn't think he had the eloquence to persuade him. In the end, they would have to rely mainly on their own strength to fight.

"But even if the assassination fails, Mordred cannot possibly escape unscathed. Which means, this is the very moment the Holy City's defenses are at their weakest."


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