My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 602: The Battle of Kerall (top)

“Alas...” Kerall sighed softly. “Didn't you kill him? ”

Just as Keiral was the protagonist of the Cavalier continent, this Gerrard was as if he were the protagonist of the Magic continent. In any case, he could not be killed, killing him and healing his magic. This very unpleasant feeling depressed Keiral.

So Kerall thinks he should kill him himself.

With a flap of wings behind his back, Kerall didn't let anyone know, just flew out in a flash.

Flying is something that needs wind power, and almost everything that flies in the sky, except a turbine plane, has to follow that law. Kerall's wings, though big and powerful, can only suddenly lift him up, and the next thing you know, you have to adjust your posture with those giant wings.

In future generations, there will be a speed of 150 kilometers an hour, and Kerall will now hold it for up to 60 kilometers an hour, but above the sky, this speed is enough to make Kerall despise everyone in the forest.

“Found it.” Keiral's eyes in the sky are so powerful that, in dense forests, as long as the light shines on Gerrard's face, it can radiate to Keiral's receiver processor, the eye in the sky, that the coordinates on Wendy can only receive images without transferring the coordinates, so Keiral has to look for Gerrard and rely on his own eyes in the sky.

Shortly after, Kerall finds each other and lands slowly.

Wings can not only glide, they can cushion, they can act extraordinarily, and they can be said to be extremely useful.

Keiral falls in front of Gerrard, looks at him, and looks relaxed.

The whole situation is under control, the other side has lost six to three, and there may be more to come, except for the variable at hand.

“Do you still recognize me? Gerald?” Looks like he's amnesiac. Kerall can't help but tease him.

“A strong sense of disgust…” he frowned, looking at the man in the sacred and solemn cloak in front of him, intuitive telling him that the man was not a mess, but the other hated the man from the bottom of his heart.

“Who are you, you know me? Why would I hate you so much?” Asked three questions in a row, he waited quietly for Kerall's answer.

“None of that mattered...” Kerall sighed softly, and his expression did not tease him of his desire.

“I'm here to kill you, Gerald.” Kerall lifted his hand gently: “Then, goodbye. ”

Gerrard hid to the left, not to see the escape of the Kerall attack, but to instinctively feel the crisis pouring into his mind.

It's like ordinary people usually have heartbeats or something, and there must be strong signs that something is going to happen, and these are the sixth senses of humankind.

Then a beam of light flew out on Gerrard's cheek, hitting a tree held together by several people, and the speed of light disappeared into the tree. Two seconds later, the tree burned from the inside without knowing how long it had lived.

Even the big trees, which Naz had to burn hard, burned directly under the blow of Kerall.

This is the casual blow of Holy Ten!

When Gerald avoided his attack, Kerall's face showed surprise.

“Turns out, because the mind is not too sober, has the six senses been greatly strengthened?” Keiral whispered and quickly understood what pattern Gerrard is now.

“Well, that's a good qualification, unfortunately.” Too bad I'm dying here today!

Gerald is really out of his mind, and he might even be fooled, but what's the point?

Keiral did not lack the fighting power of the Tenth Holy See. As Speaker of Parliament, the Ten Holy Congresses in the Kingdom of Fiore moved with him. As this time, the difference between the Five Holy Congresses and the Six Holy Ten was not great, and keeping a Gerrard who could stab himself at any moment was something that Keiral absolutely did not want.

Besides, compared to Gerald, Kerall values Elusha more.

Elusia is a woman who can go to the hall and the kitchen can beat monsters to keep things steady, a woman who is passionate and dedicated, and Gerald will never belong to Kerall until she dies.

Instead of keeping Gerald, a guy who wasn't completely in control, Kerall preferred some of Elusia who could be conquered by him.

So please die here!

In the face of Kerall's relentless hand, his constant laser shooting from all directions, and his utmost devotion to Kerall, Gerrard had no choice. Meteoric magic had increased his speed to the extreme. Despite the lack of that special costume, he could not actually fly into the air, otherwise the battle between the two would be more intense.

Without that costume, he couldn't do a meteor, and if his meteor couldn't keep up with Kerall's speed, he could only improve his response.

And he suddenly had a magic shield in his hands, a magic trick that had sparked Kerall's eyes, and Gerrard and Kerall were the same level of magicians, and to some extent he was even more genius than Kerall, because of his unique magical environment on the Magic Continent, combined with his own unique magical gifts and the chemical reasons for all aspects of Urutia's guidance.

But he is undeniably a genius.

Second only to Kerall's genius.

He developed much more magic himself than Kerall did.

Keiral is a pragmatic and pragmatist. Magic is not enough. Creation is just enough. There is no need to create a magic for a particular situation, because there are too many such situations. There are countless ways to say that Keiral's time and energy are invaluable. There is really no leisure time to research and develop magic.

Gerald's different.

Talents abound, and he doesn't need to build his own tower. Raising his hand in the magic council has always been idle.

Not only did he learn magic in the magic council, but he also touched the bottom of the magic development bureau thoroughly. He was a councilman, and where would anyone dare to stop him?

His accumulation, though profound, actually fell into the wrong hands.

Keiral's light is whatever he wants, but Gerrard can only hide. He can't hide. He can only be blocked by a shield, but he's a wolf.

Soon, Keiral got tired of this game of cat and mouse hunting, waving his hand, and the two glowing spears flew towards each other.

This is the sword of light that directly chopped Josepola's Guild, but after reducing the sword of light by a thousand times, its power is undiminished. The eternal properties of the light itself, combined with the movement of the speed of light, make Keiral's two swords penetrate each other's shields instantly, even through each other's arms.

“…” Gerrard trembled, his legs suddenly weakened, his arms pierced by Keiral, and the “eternal” effect of light represented a wound that even Wendy, a healing professional, could not heal.

After the light sword disappeared, the wound did not bleed. Instead, two large holes hung on his arm were horrible, and the nerves around the wound continued to cause severe pain. That was an absolutely incurable wound, unless an equivalent level of light magician was present. This was possible.

“End it.” Kerall waved gently and hundreds of lightsabers continued to laser at Gerrard.

Both sides are Holy Ten Mages, relentless, surrounded by a spectacular scene, surrounded by Kerall's lasers, and the fire surrounding them is quite intense.

In this burning situation, Kerall waved gently and hundreds of lightsabers swept past Gerrard.

The next second, a man blocked in front of Gerrard, reaching out.

Endless evil and darkness are in a state of opposition. That evil magic is not enough for Keiral to see, but corrosivity is equally strong, coupled with the extinction of opposing attributes, and Keiral's hundreds of light swords are hard blocked by the other side.

The only thing that can stop Holy Ten is Holy Ten, and now the only free Holy Ten is the head of General Six Demons...

“Brian.” Kerall gently spit out a name, and this Brian was nothing like Brian before, who had dark silver hair on one side that looked like a tanned Gypsy, but now this Brian is a proper white man with a miserable white skin, and a silver hair that turned directly into pale hair, dark eyes, and looked horrible.

“Brian.” Keiral once again recited his name.

“Six Demons? Six… six… I see.” Looking at the dramatic change of personality in front of us, completely transformed into another man's Brian, Kerall combined with the reason why General Six Demons is now only one, and what the other demonstrates is enough to explain everything.

“Gerald! Ha-ha-ha!” Brian grinned and swayed his already weak forehead, Gerrard: “God help me too! Say it! Say it! Where's Nirvana? ”

Looking at his madness, Kerall waved his hand gently, the light was fast, but the sudden magic that struck him was directly eroded.

The other party's magic was amazing, an outbreak after repression, even more amazing than Saint X's.

So strong.

But not invincible.

Keiral slowly took off his robe, jacket, clothes, and revealed his skilful tights.

“Well, it's been a long time since we fought so seriously.” Kerall moved his shoulders, and the magic erupted, and the roar of the magic stream shook the entire forest.

“This is my fight. ”