My Heroic Life

The upwelling filth gathered in the body, along the top of the throat, and the black flame that swallowed everything flashed in his mouth. He turned his head and aimed at the king lying in the pit, about to release a fatal blow. .

Then under the huge dragon head, before the black flame that absorbed the light, a knight stood up and stood in front of the fallen king.

Gao Wen.

The blond knight panted and raised his sword. He raised his head, showing a tired but determined face.

"Ok?"

The magic dragon snorted in doubt, and then raised the corners of his mouth. The black flames in the huge mouth shook, revealing its sharp teeth.

"Huh, hahahaha."

He laughed uncontrollably, laughing unscrupulously at the weakness of the knight under him, and laughing at the stupidity of the poor man.

"You can't see such an obvious situation? What do you think you can do?"

His dragon's mouth did not move but he uttered words, and his voice echoed among the ruins. Unfortunately, the knight who heard the words did not move. He just silently looked at the monster in front of him, and once again clenched the holy sword in his hand.

Fu Tigeng's smile gradually ceased, he watched the knight speak again with an unwavering expression, his voice was angry and murderous.

"silly."

In the next second, the dragon's mouth opened, and within the knight's field of vision, the spiral airflow returned to one point, the flickering of light and shadow replaced the color of the world, and the burning flames tilted from the darkness covering the sky.

Gawain's body became stiff for an instant. It was a human instinctive panic, but after a short while, his tenacious will made him return to normal. He held the holy sword in his hand as if he was holding up a burning sun.

The torrent of radioactive light circulates back and forth, forming a shield that rotates in light. With his hand against the guard of the sun, he does not retreat in the swaying black flame.

An endless stream of dark colors spit out from the mouth of the magic dragon, colliding with the sun on the ground, like the chirping sound of boiling magma, and the whole Camelot was illuminated in this duel of flame and light.

However, the endless darkness is better after all. The darkness that even the Holy Spear can't completely eliminate has swallowed the brilliance of the Holy Sword. It stretches out, covering the surface of the shield of light and penetrates inward.

Under the radioactive light, the blond knight gritted his teeth, burning his whole body with unimaginable heat, the moisture turned into gas and dispersed out of his body, and the hair on his forehead began to burn.

At the forefront of this hedge like a treasure, the aftermath made Gawain so painful every minute and every second, but he knew that he would never retreat and escape.

Because the guardian behind him.

That is his king and Britain's hope.

Chapter 107 Encirclement and Suppression of Heroes (7/8)

Gawain once had a dream.

It was during the march of the twelve long border wars, when the faithful apostle had died in a fierce battle, and Gawain, who had been fighting for many nights, was forced to rest by the king's order.

The dream is a bright afternoon. In the green courtyard of Gawain’s home, the young wife is drinking tea under the parasol. The younger sister Gareth is training with Kahoris in the open space. The courtyard table is full. Plates of meals.

There was a knock on the door, and Gawain got up and opened the door. The brown wooden door opened. Behind the door were friends dressed in casual clothes.

Lancelot, dressed in a straight jacket, sunglasses and masks, wrapped tightly with Tristan, and Bedwell, dressed in a butler-style suit with white gloves in order not to be noticeable, dressed up in a serious and old-fashioned Aggi Text.

Kai is still wearing a sulky white suit, and behind him are always inseparable, Lan and Wang, who wear similar dresses.

Gawain greeted them enthusiastically, everyone filed in, sitting at the table and chatting, Bedwell automatically replaced Gawain’s housekeeper, Tristan and Lancelot chatting about ulterior interests, and the latter was Sister Gareth, who came running, sticks.

Age Zhiwen was sitting seriously, Wang looked at the table full of meals with gleaming eyes, Lan began to complain about Gaowen's potato dishes, and Kai ran to the Sun Rider's side, and began to exchange experience on the education of the younger generation.

Everyone in the dream is reunited together and enjoys a peaceful life, without disputes and disagreements, without sacrifice and pain, Britain’s country is peaceful, and everyone is happy.

He opened his eyes, and the short dream ended. The goal was to seriously wound the dying soldier and the exhausted colleague. He looked up, and the sky was gloomy and dark, impervious to sunlight.

Then he understood what the dream that just ended represents...

That is his dream, that is the life he wants.

Layers of scorching air waves blew Gawain's cheeks, his hands holding the holy sword trembled, and the blade shook.

He tilted his head slightly, the king in the afterglow was still unconscious, and the nearby area had turned into a battlefield of light flow and flame, and Mei Lin and others could not get close.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the holy sword in his hand.

In many people's minds, Gao Wen, nicknamed the Sun Knight, represents light and hope, but Gao Wen understands that the real sun is not him, but the king behind him.

Knight King, Arthur Pendragon.

A best king born in the worst era.

In this era when mystery and civilization are attacking each other, the weak eats the flesh and the lives are like weeds, the man behind him carries the ancient banner of chivalry with his thin shoulders. Countless people are infected by her bravery and integrity. Under her call, people united as one, and Britain has since become a center of civilization.

She is like a sun, with unparalleled knights revolving around her, she is both light and hope, and it is Gawain who believes that she can entrust her life to follow others.

For the sake of Britain, and even the hope of mankind, Gawain is willing to dedicate himself.

He stared at the holy sword that had been with him for many years, the hilt contained in the hilt was beating and spinning like the sun, drops of blood penetrated from Gaowen's skin, and magic power rushed into the sword like a thin snake.

"Disperse the night before this brilliance, disguising the fading star sword!"

He roared loudly, and the sword of the sun wheel sensed the master’s will to make a metallic hum, and the flowing golden rays broke free from the shackles and exploded suddenly. The black flames of Vottigung were exploded in all directions in an instant, the rushing rays of light Going upstream, rushed straight to the mouth of the dragon.

The humble dragon's eyes widened, his huge wings flapped, his head tilted to avoid the impact of the sun wheel holy sword, the golden light rubbed his body straight into the sky, the dark clouds were dispelled, the dim sky broke a big hole, the sun's rays Which exposed.

"Huh, what's the point of doing this?"

Votigeng's huge dragon head looked down at the knight on his knees in the sun, and said indifferently:

"No matter how to stimulate the potential, it is nothing more than blocking my attack. What can you change?"

"No, his struggle is meaningful, at least until the reinforcements arrive."

On Camello's side, Merlin's voice sounded, and Fu Tigeng was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw the shadows of people walking out of the shadowy smoke behind the magician of the flower.

Mordred, Tristan, Bedwell, Kay, Aggiven, nursery rhymes floating in the sky, Jack holding a dagger, Robin Hood in a cloak, Lancelot, who has recovered with the help of Merlin, and Frankenstein, and Shakespeare at the end of the crowd.

Regardless of their status, whether good or evil, good or evil, the British high-ranking heroes gathered at this time. They looked up at the hideous dragon in the sky, and the weapons in their hands reflected light.

"Roar?"

The magic dragon looked down at the heroes of Britain, showing an interesting smile.

"Fools who don't know what power is, let me see what you can do."

Ending with this arrogant provocation, the battle for the fate of Britain begins.

The magic dragon soars, the huge island-like body rises to the sky, blocking the sun behind the dark clouds with his body, and the dark magic bullets flutter out of his body and gather in front of him. Dropped like rain with magic bullets.

The dense black spots are falling, and the heroes on the ground use their own methods. Altria, Frankenstein and Shakespeare left their illusions with Merlin's help and disappeared. The nursery rhyme took Jack and flew away, and Robin Hood was nowhere to be seen.