My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 679: The Death of the Dragon

What is the role of the Great Sword?

Dragon slaughter.

They did not originally exist to “kill demons”.

They were designed from the beginning to the end to kill dragons.

Their speed is to escape the dragon's claw teeth, their strength is to be able to break the dragon's defenses, their sword is to break the dragon's scaly armor, and then demonization exists to instantly erupt the power that can kill the dragon.

They were designed to kill dragons, and now dragons meet their natural enemies.

At first, the swords were designed with the idea of "violence breaking defense."

Unlike the magic powers of the magicians, dragon scales most magic magic magic, so when magic doesn't work, nature turns its attention to the development of flesh.

And the swords, the ultimate in physical development.

While they cannot adapt to the battlefield and are used, at best, as assault spikes - perhaps not yet as effective as knights - their individual combat power is undoubtedly superior, as demonstrated by their single-handedly invincible power.

No one is stronger than them in terms of personal courage.

So when they started to fight together, they were invincible.

Sparks, blood, splashes.

Akunolokia started to get hurt, and it landed on the ground, and then it growled hugely.

He's hurt, blood is splashing, he's angry, so he's gonna kill somebody!

He lifted his paws and suddenly stepped two or three Romans on the ground into pieces, but it could not conceal his weakness.

The swords around him, on his back, on his wings, on his tail, on his paws, on his feet, were constantly chopping, and their swords might just be as hard as his scales, but their swords could swing easily hundreds of times.

His scales have suffered only a hundred attacks at most.

In Akunolokia's body, the swords are just mosquitoes, bigger flies at best, but the Buddha will be angry when this group of mosquito flies wraps a scar around you all the time!

Kerall screamed as Akunolokia roared angrily about waving his wings and flying away from this nasty bunch of humans.

“Beowulf!! Anchor!!” He screamed so loudly that Beowulf, dressed in muscle, climbed up naked from the harbor and left his clothes to pull up the giant anchor.

The anchor belongs to a shipwreck that weighs more than 100 kilograms, and a huge chain is sturdy and the ultimate weapon that a ship can firmly stop in a storm.

And this thing was removed from the ship by Beowulf, and it was already a massacre, and the heavier iron anchor than man represented the highest smelting process on the Knight's continent.

Beowulf belongs to the cowman among the cowmen. Nine cows are not enough for him to pull one hand. Although it is hard to believe in the existence of such a person when reading the biography. After all, Chinese literature is famous for exaggerating descriptions and smuggling goods into history, but the fact that such cowmen are born in front of themselves is truly shocking.

For the martial arts Beowulf couldn't even get into the top 5 of the Knight of the Round Table, Gavin could rip his head off with one hand, but when it comes to the force of the Battle, Beowulf is in trouble.

The huge thousands of pounds of chains were waved by Beowulf, and the thicker chains than the thighs of ordinary people were held in Beowulf's hands as if they were children's toys. Beowulf, waving the chains, growled, threw the chains on Akunolokia's neck all at once, and the barbs of the iron anchors stuck the chains all at once. Akunolokia suddenly looked as if he had been put on an iron collar.

Akunolokia growled and angrily tried to break this chain.

But this thing not only cooks iron, but it also adds carbon, and the carbon molecular density is extremely high, the stiffness lever, and the bite almost didn't break my teeth.

But how powerful is he? Absolutely more than man.

Beowulf tried to pull Akunolokia down with his own strength, but he underestimated the power of Akunolokia, and he was dragged to the center of the field by Akunolokia's lift, and he knocked over a number of fighters and then roared out loud.

He looked like he wanted to be taller with Akunolokia, but Keral couldn't let him be that easy.

“Help him! Warrior! Help him!!” Kerall shouted out loud.

The Black Dragon Demon is inevitably tall, and Kerall's chain is strong, but the effect on each other is not immediate enough.

But with the chains of the entity, the black dragon Akunolokia was unable to break the chains at once, and the situation changed.

“Brave warrior, go help him!” Kerall drank heavily in Latin and Greek, with the exception of the Celtic language, which is spoken by virtually everyone on both continents.

He refers to the brave fighters who are the best in the army.

In the military, the strong are respected, and basically bravery represents everything, status, strength, respect, and duty.

Essentially before discipline, the brave warriors filled all the cadres of the entire army.

Everyone is willing to convince those who are stronger than themselves, because in the army, those who follow are victorious and able to live.

And the strong are everywhere in the army!

Romans, Camelos, Urks, Macedonians.

From time to time, brave warriors rushed forward and grabbed the chain.

They learned Beowulf, like, naked, naked, naked, undressed, armored, burdensome, all they had left to do when they first came into the world, and their power was unleashed without reservation.

They're like a bunch of monsters.

The fairy's tail has never seen such a run, such a wild man, they are born fighters, they fight everything.

They're not afraid of Akunolokia, they're not afraid of any sorcerers, they're not afraid of anything.

They're fighters, they're fighters, they're warriors!

Thirty strong fighters grabbed the chain naked and captured the dragon.

Keralton was thrilled.

Unlike Igounir, who was lucky at the time, Igounir had not fought humans in a long time.

And in the Cavalier continent, no one has been able to defeat it for a long time, or even hurt its existence, so it never flies, and when he wants to fly, it can no longer fly, and when he thinks that no one can hurt himself, Altoria's sword has cut off its head like a burning knife cutting butter.

But Black Dragon Akunolokia would never make such a mistake.

He is a monster who has fought for 300 years and is still fighting humans, and he has more combat experience than anyone else.

Akunolokia always wanted to fly after the ball of fairies rose, but Kerall never let it fly.

This is supposed to be combat experience, a confrontation between intelligence and the brain.

Akunolokia's experience is his treasure, while Keral's wisdom is the cornerstone of his victory.

This is a confrontation of experience and wisdom.

And this is not a war in Kerall. Akunolokiana's powerful magic spares most of Kerall's magic from meaning. The other side is itself a dark property. The stubborn and determined nature of Kerall's light property also immunizes Akunolokia from most of his magic. This is not a war in Kerall.

It's Kerall's war! Only with Kerall, this side of humanity has a chance of winning. Only with Kerall, they win!

Whoever it is, everyone is convinced of it. And Kerall, there's no backsliding.

Everyone is playing their part, working to defeat the Black Dragon. No one can laze, no one can retreat.

The fairy's tail was touched for the first time by this will to fight.

Whatever you encounter, no matter what, you won't resist, you won't retreat from the will to fight. It really touches the fairy tails. This is by no means a treat to eat. It is by no means like the fairy tail inside, the atmosphere at home.

It's a real, officer affair, doing things, daring to do things, daring to do things, which is completely different from the fairy's tail.

Keiral nodded herself as he watched Black Dragon Akunolokia fan his wings constantly wanting to fly but not being caught by more than thirty strong men.

It's time!

“Dinesha! You go." A few people who have been standing behind Kerall all the time, quietly and quietly, like snakes lying in holes, let the swords rush up with waves and waves, leaving them with scars on Akunolokia, but they have never been able to kill him.

They're just waiting.

“Brother, I'm hungry.” Dirty sounds, very hungry, but everyone who hears them is creepy.

“Wait a minute.” Kerall said softly.

She wants dragons...

The sword was designed to fight the existence of dragons.

Even when demonized, even when awakened, their hunt for human beings is nothing more than eating their guts, because they are rich in micronutrients and micronutrients, and they covet Keral's flesh three feet because Keral's flesh is enormously nutritious.

And in fact, their real food, not the other, is the dragon...

“Wait a minute, Priscia.” Kerall shook his head gently.

“Not yet. ”

“Okay... brother.” Priscia said softly.

When Dinesha rushed behind Akunolokia and cut off one of her wings with a sword, everyone knew that the dust had settled and that Akunolokia was dead.

Black Dragon is dead.

Dragon's death.