202: Chapter 202 I've Subdued the Knights of the Round Table!

Before the gloomy elevator platform.

Sir Tristan, the Knight of Lament, stood quietly in place, his slender fingers still resting on that uniquely shaped harp.

"Sir Gawain, I truly didn't expect to see you here."

Although Sir Tristan kept his eyes tightly closed, that peerless, sharp aura made everyone present feel a palpitation of fear.

Gawain gripped his sword, Excalibur Galatine, and asked in a deep voice: "Sir Tristan, why have you appeared in this deep-sea Cybernetic Paradise?"

"Regrettably, I did not come here following Chaldea."

Sir Tristan let out a heartbreaking sigh, his handsome face filled with an unshakable sorrow.

"I am one of the 128 Servants forcibly summoned within this deep-sea labyrinth."

Hearing this, PD's heart skipped a beat, and he prepared for battle.

However, this red-haired knight did not immediately go mad like Bluebeard before him.

"Please rest assured, I am different from those lunatics who have lost their Master and completely transformed into beasts of desire."

"As a member of the Knights of the Round Table, the nobility and justice in my heart will never allow me to collude with the filth in this corrupted paradise."

Sir Tristan's fingers lightly plucked the harp strings, emitting a crisp, murderous sound.

"To date, I have personally executed seven berserk Servants who were acting recklessly and bringing destruction to these ruins."

The viewers in the live stream channel gasped after hearing this astonishing combat record.

"Holy crap! Soloed seven Servants?!"

"This is the true value of the Knights of the Round Table! Even without a Master, even trapped in hell, he remains disciplined!"

"Tristan is a real man! This level of coolness is off the charts!"

Sir Tristan ignored the shock of the others; he slowly turned around and locked his tightly closed eyes onto Meltryllis, who was standing beside PD.

"I have not come here to block the Master of Chaldea, nor do I have any intention of crossing blades with Sir Gawain."

"My target, from beginning to end, has only been her."

Sir Tristan's tone instantly turned icy and piercing.

"A venomous woman covered in sinful dissolving viruses, bringing endless calamity!"

"As an Alterego who should not exist in this world, you are the most dangerous hazard in this labyrinth. I must eradicate you here!"

Hearing the term "venomous woman," Meltryllis sneered.

The purple-haired girl crossed her arms, her silver bladed high heels tapping lightly against the metal floor.

"Always spouting justice, what a stiff and boring knight."

A cold, arrogant light flickered in Meltryllis's eyes. "If you want to kill me, feel free to try."

Sir Tristan slightly lifted his chin, issuing an ultimatum to PD and Gawain.

"Master of Chaldea, Sir Gawain. As long as you remain neutral, I will never harm you in the slightest."

"But if you insist on shielding this venomous woman..."

"Then I shall have to ask you to experience my 'Forest of Pain'!"

Facing this stern warning, PD did not hesitate for even a second.

"Bullshit!"

PD cursed out loud, "She is a bodyguard who signed a contract with me! You want me to betray my teammate? Keep dreaming!"

"Gawain, hold the line! Meltryllis, flank them!"

Following PD's command, this hardcore boss battle in the deep-sea paradise erupted!

"Boom—!!!"

The moment the battle began, a grand, tragic, and exclusive boss battle BGM, accompanied by heavy choir chants and interwoven strings, exploded throughout the underground space!

The suffocating pressure of the music instantly gave all the viewers in the live stream goosebumps.

Then, for the next hour, PD and tens of thousands of viewers finally experienced the terrifying suppression power of the "Knight of Lament"!

"Die! Die! Die!"

"Holy crap! How are you supposed to dodge this full-screen sound blade storm?! I just finished rolling, how did I get hit again?!"

Under this brand-new real-time battle system, when fighting small mobs and elite monsters before, players only needed to roll around to save their own lives, relying on the autonomous AI of the two top-tier Servants to steamroll through.

But in a real boss battle, this "semi-AFK" mindset is pure suicide!

The harp in Sir Tristan's hands was practically an infinite-ammo Gatling gun, with invisible sound blades filling the sky like a torrential storm, making it impossible to see the trajectory!

If they relied solely on the Servants' autonomous AI to tank, before the boss's health bar was emptied, his two generals would definitely be sliced into pieces first by that insane damage!

As the Master, PD not only had to roll crazily amidst the sky full of sound blades, struggling to protect his fragile body.

He also had to find gaps to activate [Tactical Time Stop], constantly micro-managing the direction of Gawain's shield to take fatal hits, while simultaneously giving Meltryllis precise commands to cut in and deal damage!

Under such high-pressure operation that required coordination of hands and eyes and allowed for zero mistakes, the despair-inducing word [DEAD] popped up on the screen again and again.

"Brothers, this Tristan is too fierce! This is literally just getting abused!"

PD was drenched in sweat inside the virtual pod, his hands trembling.

He died dozens of times, restarted dozens of times!

After being tortured for nearly an hour, PD finally figured out Sir Tristan's deadly attack pattern bit by bit.

He utilized the almost demanding bullet time, constantly adjusting Gawain's aggro direction while covering Meltryllis's frantic output.

After an hour of nerve-wracking tension, the long health bar above Sir Tristan's head was finally ground down to the very last sliver!

"Hum—!"

As the boss's health bar cleared, the UI faded, and the game seamlessly transitioned into a highly tense 3D cutscene!

In the animation, Sir Tristan was in the heat of battle.

"I am truly... so sad!"

With a shrill roar, the red-haired knight's slender fingers swept fiercely across the harp.

Hundreds of visible, sharp sound blades transformed into a peerless steel storm, sweeping overwhelmingly toward Meltryllis in front!

"Meltryllis! Dodge!" PD was shocked.

However, Meltryllis, standing at the center of the storm, did not dodge or avoid it.

She didn't even make a move to block, just curled her lips into a bloodthirsty smile.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The dense sound blades mercilessly pierced through Meltryllis's petite body!

But the expected scene of blood splashing did not appear.

In the horrified gazes of PD and the live stream viewers, Meltryllis's shredded body instantly transformed into a translucent, dark blue fluid!

Physical attacks are ineffective against water!

"What?!" Sir Tristan finally revealed a look of astonishment.

"Foolish, how foolish!"

The liquid Meltryllis followed the storm of sound blades, and in a posture that completely violated physical common sense, instantly reformed in front of Sir Tristan!

"Bang!"

The purple-haired girl lifted her slender, fair leg, the silver bladed heel acting like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, pressing firmly against Sir Tristan's throat and pinning him hard onto the cold metal floor.

The outcome was decided.

Watching this fluid counter-kill, the chat exploded.

"Holy crap! Body fluidization! This ability is too overpowered!"

"Physical immunity?! No wonder she didn't even dodge earlier!"

"Step on me, waifu! This stomping move is so elegant and queenly!"

Seeing that the blade under Meltryllis's foot was about to sever Sir Tristan's neck, Gawain finally stepped forward and pleaded for mercy.

"Ms. Meltryllis, please show mercy."

Gawain looked at his old comrade on the ground and sighed: "Although Sir Tristan is stubborn, it is truly rare that he could hold onto the bottom line of a knight without a Master."

"Besides, we were once comrades who fought side by side."

Gawain turned to look at PD and made a suggestion: "Master, this deep-sea paradise is fraught with danger. Since we are seeking the truth, why not recruit Sir Tristan to our side to increase our combat power?"

Upon hearing this, PD's eyes instantly lit up.

This is a top-tier god who soloed seven Servants!

How could he pass up a free carry!

At this moment, Sir Tristan on the ground finally understood the sequence of events.

"So that's how it is..."

Sir Tristan gave a wry smile and gave up resistance.

"Chaldea's journey here is not for that absurd 128-person Holy Grail War, but to investigate the inside story and the mastermind at the deepest part of this Cybernetic Paradise."

"Since our ultimate goals are the same, then please allow me to use these sad strings to serve the Master of Chaldea."

Watching Sir Tristan kneel on one knee and declare his loyalty, PD was grinning from ear to ear in the live stream.

"Brothers, did you see that! I've subjugated Sir Tristan!"

"This wave of suffering for nearly an hour was totally worth it! Got a Knight of the Round Table for free!"

However, looking at this harmonious "Master-Servant" atmosphere.

Meltryllis, standing to the side, had an exceptionally unpleasant expression.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, her silver bladed leg irritably scraping a spark against the floor.

"Hmph..."

The purple-haired girl muttered sourly.

"There was already an eyesore of a gorilla."

"Now, there's one more annoying third wheel."