My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 630: The Final War

“Kn. Galahad, why are you here alone?” Kerall asked with interest.

This young man seemed to be called the purest knight, the only pure knight who could lift the chalice, and the three knights who went in search of the chalice, Boris, Pacifier and Galahad, were the only three who could lift the chalice because he was “pure," and then he was led to heaven by countless angels and died.

This is obviously bullshit...

As for the “Son of Lancelot and Elena” in the back, you don't have to believe it at all. The Christian changed the face in the front, the father in the back, purity may be possible, but Lancelot's vagina-born child can have purity.

So basically, there are only two young people in history: a great, pure man who holds God in his hand, and I let you go to heaven, and you see, Galahad was brought to heaven because he was pure. And the other is to support the Lancelot seeds. Okay, look, my son is pure, and my son is pure.

Then came King Arthur's unconsciousness, incompetence and brutality from the other side.

But what about the truth?

As a result, King Arthur repelled thirteen Gaul incursions, led the people to independence from Roman control, unified the British Peninsula, and still slaughtered Modred's rebels in the face of a two-line operation.

And what did the legendary, seemingly positive knight actually do? Betrayed the monarch, seduced the monarch's wife, slaughtered his companions, and slaughtered his best friend's brother.

This man seems to have no love whatsoever for this kind of thing.

The man did not hesitate to abandon him as king for decades.

The man did not hesitate to abandon his country for decades.

The man did not hesitate to abandon his decades-long relationship.

Then… a shameful betrayal.

Look what King Arthur did.

He's just washing away his disgrace as a man, burning Guinevere, and not letting anyone kill Lancelot!

Because they all know each other well.

Lancelot cannot be left behind by 14 knights alone.

And what did Lancelot do? Fourteen executed knights fled to France with Guinevere!

Isn't there anything more to say about this kind of character? Huh? The word is enough to express all King Arthur's thoughts.

“We are ambushes, waiting for the war to start, one breath from killing, three directions to clamp each other, the other will lose.” Galahad said excitedly. What an innocent tactic!

“You don't have a horse? Oh, sorry, I forgot you escaped from the palace.” He bowed salutely, because he escaped from the palace, so there was no horse, and because his misadventure touched each other's pain, the young man bowed very sorry and apologized.

Keiral waved with a smile, "Now that the king has the confidence to win, let's go to high ground and see you win. ”

“Mm-hmm.” This simple fellow nodded excitedly, pointing to the mountain road: "You just have to follow this road, look at our English-style handle and we will avenge you. ”

The young man put on a black helmet and crossed over a black horse of war, and the whole man turned his head like a future Terminator and ran off.

“What were you guys talking about?” Elusia stabbed Kaylar because she didn't speak because she didn't understand the language, but watched Kayla tame a trained warrior in three words, which was amazing.

The fighter was never less combative than her, which was the result of intuition. The man seemed young, but it was clear that he had also gone through a bloody battle.

“Well, talking about a battle.” Kerall waved at her: “Let's walk and talk. ”

“What the hell was that?” She asked that climbing this dangerous mountain behind Kerall's ass upset her so much that he could fly up in his arms.

As soon as the idea came up, Elusia was a little dazed. When did she start being so dependent on this man?

Right between Elusia's thoughts, Kerall screamed, “What are you waiting for? ”

Alicia looked up and all that was left was Kerall's cloak showing its horns.

Suddenly, Elusia climbed up the hill biting her teeth off.

The mountain is tall, but both have workouts, whether it's the power of the fingertips or the biceps, so it's easy to climb up the hill.

For more than forty minutes, both sides are also beginning to accumulate horsepower at the last break.

Then, the cavalry slowly appeared in the drums of the storm.

Infantry is not yet valued in this era, as infantry is basically equated with peasant militias, who do not even have their own weapons, carrying rakes and forks.

Their role in the battlefield is essentially to pick up leaks after winning, disrupt each other's pursuit routes after losing, routinely deliver armor, food, feed horses, and use them as logistics.

“So the confrontation between them is mainly between the knights.” Keiral's words confused Alusha: “Why are you telling me this? ”

“Oh, you'll find out later.” Kerall shook his head gently and watched as the two knights slowly approached each other in both sides of the camp. His eyesight was lacking and his magic was insufficient, so it seemed time to use the ecstasy given by Mistergand.

Even if Keiral doesn't want to, he won't hurt Altoria at all.

Kerall took a pill out of it and suddenly came back with the feeling of enormous magic in the kingdom of Fiore.

If it's hard to extract magic in the Knight's Lands, then no magic at all can be extracted here. You know he's Holy Ten!

None of the great spiritual powers of the Holy Ten can extract magic. One wonders how miserable other magicians are.

Holy Ten can at best preserve most of the magic in their bodies, while other magicians can't even preserve the magic in their bodies?

Dozens of eyes of light flew into the sky as Kerall recovered his magic, and the movement across the battlefield was captured by Kerall.

Altoria has the obvious lion flag.

The inheritance of this flag from the Celts to the Anglo-Saxons seems to have never been broken. How many legends on the British peninsula are about this flag?

The other side is a very simple sword shield cross flag.

The bottom of the flag is red, not because it has changed, red is dyed, white shields and two crossed knight swords make up the flag.

There is little dialogue or communication, on the one hand rebellion and, on the other hand, revenge.

There's nothing left to say, there's only one war left.

The two sides did not communicate and ran slowly and slowly, looking at each other at height was like two rolling ants walking slowly towards each other.

At the end of the team is the rolling dust, which has long been trampled to the ground by more knights.

The last row of knights ran by, the dust rose, and the rolling dust spread from behind both sides, then slowly swept the battlefield.

Eventually, the two sides finally reached the optimal breakthrough distance.

150 meters.

Within one hundred and fifty meters, both sides can see each other's armor and the shimmering weapons.

Without hesitation, the leaders of both sides lifted their weapons and drank loudly: "Strike! ”

The first row of horses immediately broke out with His Majesty, and the second group of horses, needless to say, turned one horse per horse, and then began a group strike.

Similar cavalry battles can never be shoulder-to-shoulder, close to each other like infantry. High-speed cavalry pull up to half a horse close to each other, and in fact, a horse's distance from the left, right, front, and rear is usually pulled during normal assaults.

This distance makes it easy for the other cavalry to rush in, but it also makes it easy for their fighters to penetrate it. The biggest advantage is that it depends on the elite level of both cavalry, and the disadvantage is obvious, if their cavalry is not as good as the other, they are likely to kill back.

It is unscientific to count in such a battlefield of 10,000 people.

It's also impossible.

So you can only see a massive cavalry rush across from the sky.

Infantry need to rely on a close spear formation to force the cavalry, but fighting between cavalry forces puts more emphasis on personal skills.

Many ancient wars will become generals and the first time you find yourself a horse.

They can't beat each other, they ride horses, they can beat each other if they want, but they can still run, and how easy is it to beat each other up?

That is why both sides were inserted into each other's camps the first time.

There is no doubt that this is a war of chaos.

Knight guns are mostly used for single knights and knight-to-infantry raids, and there is no need to use knight guns in large-scale cavalry warfare.

The knight's sword covers exactly two horses, which means that as soon as your knight's sword is faster than others, you can chop off the horse. Your equestrian skills are good enough to avoid the stabbing and chopping of the horse.

The two sides were at war in an instant.

Altoria has a much smaller cavalry, about 3,000 cavalry.

Though elite and passing through hundreds of battles, these cavalry soldiers are exhausted, and they have reached their limit as soon as possible in two successive high-intensity battles.

Now faced with sharp enemies, despite their skill, they instantly chopped off many of their knights, but soon they were massively killed and injured by each other.

The other side, it's a tight line to feed the sharp!

“This way, there are ambushes.” Kerall was just a faint phrase that reassured Arusha.

Why should I be worried about this? It's none of my business! Alusha quickly reacted, staring at Kerall, and then started watching the battle.

The front section of the other party first became empty, then it was supplemented, the two sides began to mix, from time to time you can see the void revealed, obviously even the horses died there.

By the time the aftermath of the chaos became a group, even if more people were dead, they would no longer be able to see the void.

Everybody's dead. Lots of dead people!

Arusha's country is a small country, with a population of only three million, and at a 1000: 1 level of sustenance, it can feed only 3,000 warriors.

And there are more than 13,000 knights in front of us.

These massive, merciless killings are just madness!!

Alusha looked at the scene without blinking her eyes. It was a miracle to her that she had to find experience in this bleeding and sacrifice.

She is likely to face such a war in the future.

Kerall found her and came here for no reason.

Elusia speculated that the ultimate purpose of the opponent was these trained soldiers.

The more than 10,000 soldiers equipped with magic weapons will suffice to destroy the entire kingdom.

As a general of the kingdom, she had to be very vigilant about that power, and Kerall was the one who needed to rescue her companion, that is, to seek help.

Bringing troops back from here to destroy the kingdom is undoubtedly a quicker option than another slim infiltration of your own.

But what she didn't know was that Kerall's confidence in Elusia was absolutely unprecedented.

Elusia is Holy Ten, Mirajane is a quadrilateral magician, and everyone else belongs to the triangle. It would be too tragic to face a group of people with magical weapons who can lose.

Not to mention, there are two dragon wizards, Naz and Kagiru, who seem to fall into the category of Volkswagen chess pieces, with Mister posts lurking in the dark.

Her kingdom seemed to be in flames, but it was in fact in crisis.

Once they find a way to know how to save the fairy's tail, hundreds of magicians, two Holy Ten, three or four quadripartite archmages are powerful enough to please them.

Kerall's not worried about Elusia and them yet.

If he can't handle this little thing, it's really not the woman he sees.

He came here for one purpose at all times.

Altoria!

Or Altoria in another world!

That's all he's after!

His eyes locked tightly from the little warrior who killed the iron armor on the front line.

A petite warrior with a sword the size of Artoria, sitting on a high-headed horse, facing each other with a cruel body and a fierce and frigid look, this petite figure is so lonely and cold.

Each outbreak can cut the enemy into two pieces, and this tiny black armored monster is like a perpetual machine, never tired, never sad, sad, never having any feelings.

This man... he didn't treat them like children, did he? A traitor was cut into two sections by her, her body spinning its own blood in the middle of the air, watching the very selfish “sudden” death in the hearts of the petite Koshi beneath her head.

And the petite Koshi didn't even look at the traitor and continued to kill the next traitor.

For her, it doesn't matter who the enemy is, for her, it doesn't matter who betrayed whom, for her, it doesn't matter who the enemy is.

Beneath that cold armor was the heart that was dripping blood.

I gave up my status as a teenage girl for the whole country!

I gave up my face and appearance for this country!

I gave up my pride and feelings for this country!

I gave up everything for this country...

Why, would it be like this now?

She has nothing left...

Why strip her of what's left of her?

That's all I have left!

The vacant area in front of her turned her unconsciously, she had cut through the entire camp and then...

She doesn't have anything left.

All the knights fought together without distinction, and black and black will always be the main melody of this battlefield.

She, she has nothing left.

Kerall was able to see her trembling.

Her whole life was shaking.

She finally understood Mordred's sinister intentions.

The number of knights in Mordred this time, though seemingly large, seems to have collapsed at once and is not strong.

Even weak can.

Mordred's tactics this time are not based on trainee knights at all!

This armored group of trainee knights, just like the Altorian army, had to hang on to them dead or they would have stormed out the first time, and the victory would have come to an end.

Everything that follows is the enemy.

Mordred just needs everyone here to fight to the last man.

That's where she's most vicious.

She's here to avenge society! She's not here for that shit right now!

So she's going to destroy everything she cherishes, loves, precious.

This country, this army, this right, and this responsibility!

Everything will be ruined!

She looked blindly at the knights who had been killed together.

At this time, the left and right sides of her camp suddenly rushed out of two elite rides, not many of them, only 50 men each, but they belonged to the Vitality Army, and 100 per cent of the state rushed in towards this side of the messy army, she reached out her hand and opened her mouth, as if she wanted them not to come.

But in the end, the whole person slowly lowered his hand like a leaky ball.

She, give up.

She, quit.

That's enough, she's had enough of this, she doesn't want to fight anymore, it's time to end this responsibility.

But before that.

There is another person who must be punished...

She trembled, holding the sword tight, clamping her belly, beginning to circle the whole battlefield, and the last thing... the person, the guy has to pay some punishment!!

Kerall looked at the shaky, stubborn fighter.

He knows that if it weren't for his presence, Artoria would seem to be right now because of this sad hymn on the Sword Fence Plains.

He loved that black figure.

But he couldn't go.

Instead of going, he must wait for the knights of the round table to come to an end.

It must wait until the end of the battle for the sword fence, and that is his ultimate purpose.

When you're sad enough, you can't hurt yourself.

Kerall reached out and couldn't hold her.

Gently retracting his hands, Kerall shook his head in darkness.

Arusha was watching as she slaughtered God, muttering: "So this is how more than 10,000 people fought the Great War. ”

Kerall shook his head laughingly: "If you follow their example, you will lose 100 fights. ”

“Why?” asked Elusia, looking uncomfortably at Kerall.

“Why are they wearing black armor to fight the enemy?” Kerall raises one of the most critical issues on the battlefield today and is also the source of chaos on the battlefield.

“We will each arrange our own military costumes to distinguish and distinguish each other before the war, but neither side did so this time. Even tie a strip of the same color on your arm.” Keiral shook his head gently, and he could understand why Altoria had been accounted for. The other party had originally burned with jade stones. One person was so desperate to bail in, the other party burned with jade stones, and the plan was taken for granted.

But Altoria didn't even do the most basic straps, and apparently she was already exhausted in the war with Lancelot.

He could see her trembling every time she killed someone.

This is not a fear, but a martial arts manipulation that can explode all of her body's strength in an instant and then begin to drastically deplete the body's energy.

So far, one hundred and thirty-two people have been killed.

So now she's just the end of a strong crossbow.

Everyone who stood on the battlefield was her people, all her men. She slowly searched for the existence of that person. She knew that that person would be here. She would definitely end herself, and so would she. She would definitely blade herself!

They're all looking for each other, and Kerall is like a hawk over the battlefield, looking at the whole picture.

“Aren't you going to do it?” Arusha said at this point.

“If we don't do it again, the knights will die.” She deliberately wanted Kerall to get nervous.

“They're dead. It's none of my business.” Kerall sat calmly on the stone, staring at each other throughout the battlefield looking for each other, not caring about the lives and deaths of those knights, nor does it matter what Elusia said.

“But...” Elusia was anxious.

“Elusia, you have to understand, as if you were Elusia over here? Night Vodka, like, Elusia over there? Scarlett has her own life, her own life. ”

“You abandon the fairy's tail, and she sees the fairy's tail more important than her life. ”

“You are two completely different individuals, and you are different, even though you have the same name, the same appearance, even a little personality. ”

“And they...” Kerall pointed to the knights who were killing each other: "I did know some of them there. ”

“But... what about them over here?” Kerall shrugged: “Isn't the knight's final wish the battlefield of death?! ”

“So, you think too much, Eloosa.” Kerall turned his head and mumbled: “This is the final battle. ”