My Heroic Life

But the next moment, in its red eyes, a knight walked out of the human shield.

Bedwell stepped forward alone, the long sword was thrust into his waist, and he extended his arm to the giant that is comparable to a locomotive.

The skill called Calmness was activated, Bedwell obliterated his feelings at this moment and calmly observed his surroundings. He silently calculated the range of attack and his own actions, and the long-extinguished right arm began to re-gather magic power to release its brilliance.

"Grasp its sword, silver arm..."

He murmured, and under the guidance of magic power, his muscle strength, durability, agility and other values ​​began to soar.

"Swallow my soul and gallop, Silver Meteor!"

The knight roared, his arms stretched to his chest, the silver arms emitted golden light in response to the master's will, and the hidden huge magical power was compressed to the limit to emit a little light.

"Flicked away, Silver Arm!"

The giant bull had rushed forward, and Bedwell's chest arm suddenly swung forward, and the golden hand knife spread across the monster's body to the rear. Behind the two-divided giant bull, countless monsters were cut by this golden slash. Into mud.

The forward momentum of the monster tide collapsed instantly, leaving only the scattered back formations rushing towards the crowd, Bedwell's body flashed light and covered the entire body, and the pledge of skill protection strengthened the defense of all fighters at this moment.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of monsters hitting the shield was like a drum of war. The human soldiers gritted their teeth to withstand the huge impact and pierced their long spears into the bodies of the monsters in front of them with their backhands.

Lawrence and a number of old lower heroes quickly rushed out of the shield formation after the monsters’ charge was over. They chopped and strangled the piled up enemy forces like a tiger into a flock, and quickly cleared the enemy’s back near the city gate. Array.

Two of his enchanted long swords have been cut off. At this time, the sword in his hand came from the shield soldiers. He swung the sword to block the fangs and claws of a monster, and kicked directly through the monster's chest. belly.

The old heroic spirit was panting. He helped the berserkers of his companions to withstand the bite of a giant wolf, then retreated and led it to the shield formation to join forces with the apostles.

In the gap of the battle, he looked at the general commanding the battle. The silver-haired Bedwell was pale at this time, and the consumption caused by the blow that had just liberated the treasure had obviously not been replenished.

Lawrence gritted his teeth. He knew that he had to buy some time for this high-ranking hero. He swung his sword and chopped off the head of the giant wolf that was held by the apostles, then turned and rushed into the enemy line to fight with the giant python.

The lower heroes of the last era gritted their teeth to kill the enemy, and the young apostles were also fighting for their lives.

Steve wielded a long spear like a dragon, and under the protection of shield soldiers, he assassinated the monsters crowded into the front row. His stabbings were very organized. The weak monsters were killed by one shot by him, and his defense power was high. The other was stabbed by him and lost his mobility.

These hard-to-move monsters have only a dead end in this battle. They don't need human effort, they will be trampled into flesh by the endless beasts behind them without the will of their companions.

A crystal magic puppet shining with white and purple light rushed forward, and Steve knew that the shield formation was difficult to resist.

"Mutated species! Let it in!"

He yelled out an early warning, and a gap was quickly opened in the front shield wall, and the crystal demon puppet rushed into the crowd with a few monsters along the gap.

The gap was closed, and the prepared apostles from the crowd swarmed, the monster was quickly resolved, and the crystal doll was held in place.

"Hard guy! Lower hero!"

The apostles who competed with the crystal golem yelled. Lawrence who killed the giant snake in the front enemy line immediately rushed forward. The old man jumped up from a distance and fell on the body of the magic puppet in an arc. Flashing, the heavy crystal head fell to the ground and made a muffled noise.

"Finish!"

The old man laughed, and the surrounding apostles also breathed a sigh of relief. However, before they could return to the front line, a disgusting shaking came suddenly.

It was the loud noise and earthquake born from the inner city.

Chapter 106, Arthur's Defeat (6/8)

The king fell.

Gawain looked at the scene ahead almost incomprehensible.

That is the corner of the inner city of the Royal City. The originally level streets turned into ruins and soil was turned out. The smooth and indestructible white wall was also covered with cobweb-like cracks. In the center of the radioactive crack, in the center of the sunken pit, it was A knight who closed his eyes and fainted.

Knight King Arthur Pendragon lost.

She fell into the ruined wall like a deep sleep, and the flowing blood stained her pale cheeks, exuding a sorrowful and thrilling beauty.

This poignant and beautiful picture of the sleeping beauty is reflected in the eyes of the heroes present, bringing them pain and despair.

Above the sky, the devil dragon that succeeded in one blow roared up to the sky, and the filthy magic power rose up like a counter-current river, injected into his body to supplement the mystery that had just been eliminated by the Holy Spear.

"Hohoho!"

He let out a triumphant roar, and the huge body that covered the sky and the sun further expanded. Above the King Camelot city, the boundless dark clouds gathered and the sun's brilliance was blocked.

Gawain turned his head, and Lancelot was pale beside him. He knelt on one knee, breathing continuously.

The darkness of Vottigung is so fierce, the infinite turbid current touches it will be swallowed by magic, and without the protection of the holy sword, even the bravely crowned Lancelot can hardly be an enemy of it.

What's more, the Humble King has mastered a stronger power.

Gao Wen raised his head and watched the dragon's chest and abdomen continue to heal. Now the scars that have almost disappeared are the scars caused by the Holy Spear Lungemiad. It was a blow that could clean up the filth and sort out evil. , However, such a fatal injury has no effect on Vudigen.

Merlin looked up at the swelling dragon in the sky, and sighed secretly as it was.

If it had been a hundred years ago, Vortiggen, who had been hit by the Holy Spear Lungemiad like this, would have been cleansed to death by the Holy Spear's power, but now that the magic power has recovered a hundred years later, everything is different.

The power of the island has increased too many times. The Britannia veins that penetrate the surface holes in the world have almost endless power. The Holy Spear may purify the filth that exceeds the user's magic power a hundred times, but what if it is thousands of times?

Finiteness cannot defeat infinity. This is the truth that quantitative changes cause qualitative changes.

Merlin's complexion was gloomy. He looked around and still didn't see the familiar figure. Under the skill called clairvoyance, the magician of the flower looked at the ground, and the familiar aura of the inner world that kept moving towards here stretched his brows, and then immediately Look up.

It has to be delayed.

The praise of Votigeng in the sky has come to an end, he lowered his head and looked down at the vast battlefield.

On the plains, a total of more than hundreds of thousands of humans and monsters are fighting blood. In just a few hours, blood has flowed into rivers. Human corpses and monsters’ stumps are piled up like mountains, and flames are burning on the overturned flag. , The corpse of the dragon stands up like a hill.

The shouts of killing and the roar of the beasts continued. The knight with high martial arts galloped horizontally and horizontally, and was subsequently killed by the more powerful fantasy species on the battlefield. He fell, and more warriors rushed behind him, sending the fantasy species down during the siege. hell.

Killing and being killed cycle back and forth, and countless lives are wasted between cycles, the battlefield has been covered with hazy blood, and every second there are batches of souls wailing and disappearing.

This determined the fate of Britain, and even the war that dictated the world pattern had reached its fiercest moment. Only the death of one party could end the bitter hatred brought about by this huge sacrifice.

"Roar--!"

The magic dragon smiled, very satisfied with the scene. He waved his wings, and the black raindrops fell like torrential rain, falling to the ground like mud, and a black armored army born from his filthy magic crawled out of it. So crowds of black spots flock to the battlefield.

After replenishing his strength, Fu Tigeng nodded happily. He retracted his gaze and looked at King Camelot at his feet.

In the center of the cracked wall, the blond knight king is still asleep.

It's time to make a close, he thought.

Wings covering the sky and the sun brought a hurricane, Votigeng gathered the central god, and the magical power in the hole connected to him in the inner city was tossing. Under his mind, the endless power in the world was drawn by him.