Matthew was slapping a flying dragon with his shield. As a blunt weapon, its heavy weight is very effective in killing. The shield hit the flying dragon on the head, which made the flying dragon lose consciousness and slowed down its movements of waving its wings.
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"Drink!"
A short and powerful roar came from Mashu's mouth, and the black shield as tall as a person was swung rapidly in her hand, knocking down a flying dragon completely, killing the knight with it.
However, a flying dragon knight with a lance rushed from another direction and was about to collide with Matthew. However, Matthew seemed to have picked the right moment and turned back the shield in his hand to block the knight.
He charged forward without even taking a step back, and thrust forward suddenly. The flying dragon knight lost his center of gravity and flipped over.
"Mr. Andersen!" Matthew was distracted from defending the other dragon knight and just shouted at Andersen.
"Leave it to me!" Andersen chuckled, and a strange thing appeared in his hand.
It looked like a little girl, but it was indeed a creation made of pure magic. Andersen threw it in the direction of the Dragon Knight.
——Bang!
The dying knight was knocked off the dragon's back as if by some huge force, spun twice in the air and then hit the ground.
Andersen threw something else, and after it was thrown onto the knight, it exploded and turned into a ball of flames, wiping out the knight's last vitality.
As for the flying dragon, don't worry about that thing. Mashu has broken its sternum, and the fragments of the sternum have penetrated into its heart. It is almost dead, but its struggle is still a bit scary.
"Really, we still have so many here, how great the pressure on their side is..." Da Vinci rubbed the ball of light, threw it towards a flying dragon knight, and then towards another
He glanced sideways and sighed.
There were only a dozen or twenty flying dragons that came to their side, and all the rest were intercepted and killed by five knights.
No, there should be only four knights intercepting the flying dragon knight.
There is still one......
Bang!!!
Lancelot's sword pierced Annuo's side from an extremely tricky angle, but Annuo did not avoid it and kicked Lancelot on the wrist, causing Lancelot to almost lose his sword.
They couldn't hold it steady, and without stopping, another leg came one after another, slamming into Lancelot's head. The close contact between Lancelot and the ground made a huge sound.
Annuo stood with his back turned, the toe of one foot touched the ground, and turned around.
He looked at Lancelot, who was half lying on the ground with a gray face, without saying anything.
Lancelot still had some energy left, so he quickly distanced himself from Annuo, panting heavily and looking at Annuo.
"Father... is still so strong..."
Blood was flowing down Lancelot's forehead, but there was a faint smile on Lancelot's face.
"Where's your blessing?" Annuo stood there without moving and just asked in a deep voice, "Or do you mean that even if you are on this battlefield and you are my enemy, you still regard me as a target to measure your strength?"
There was a slight tremor in his voice.
The father and son faced each other from a distance, both silent.
"Yes, father..." Lancelot smiled hard and looked ugly, "Even if he is an enemy, he is still his father, isn't he?"
"As a son, I will always pursue you as my target."
Annuo couldn't help but smile. Unlike Lancelot, he smiled a little freely, which was completely opposite to the always cold expression before.
Amid the joy, something hidden is sadness.
"My child...you have indeed made some progress."
"Even this dead body has indeed grown a bit."
"Father, you have never been good at praising." Lancelot wiped two handfuls of blood that was still flowing and shook it towards the ground.
"According to past circumstances, I might be happier, but Lancelot...your current growth only makes me feel silent." Annuo put away his smile and shook his head.
Ding--
The light of the Wuhui Lake gently touched the stones on the ground and made a crisp sound, but it was hidden in the wind and sand caused by the wings of the flying dragon.
Lancelot looked at his father's upright figure, and what reflected in his eyes was nostalgia and fighting spirit.
Ah, once...
Isn't it the same...
As a young man, with such an upright father, he could not defeat Annuo without any weapons even if he tried all means.
That straight spine is like a towering snow peak, even if you want to climb it, it is unrealistic.
But Lancelot was always willing to challenge Anno and his father, even if it brought him failure again and again.
Because Lancelot knew that his father was the strongest in Britain. If he could defeat his father one day, he would be the strongest in Britain.
But, the snow peaks will melt.
After the second invasion of the humble king, Lancelot hurried back to Camelot and found that Anno, who had always been extremely upright, had a stooped body.
This made Lancelot's hair stand on end.
It turns out that my father will also grow old?
Since then, Lancelot has never challenged Anno again.
Anno was getting older day by day under Lancelot's gaze.
He became thin and full of twilight, and eventually faded out of the sight of the Round Table. The biggest and most important trip of the day was to go to the cemetery in the corner of Camelot City, and occasionally clean up the people buried there.
, most of the time, he just sits in front of the largest tombstone, just sitting there.
Like all old people, he was washed away by time and forgotten by the world. Later, the words "Lancelot is the strongest knight in Britain" spread throughout the streets of Camelot.
Because Lancelot won the battle with Gawain, dragged Gawain who was shining in the sun into the night, and then won easily.
The strongest knight...
Lancelot was very proud of this title.
But at this time, the old and stooped Anno appeared in front of Lancelot.
"Now that you have become Britain's strongest knight, you must be determined to take on this title."
Anno didn't say much, leaving only a confused Lancelot.
But before Lancelot could think clearly about Anno's words...
That helmet made Lancelot go crazy in the royal court.
Not long after, on the Hill of Camlan, Lancelot fully understood what "Britain's Strongest Knight" was.
Father...
I will always be chasing your back.
Even the melted snow peaks, what is hidden under the snow, are still tall and straight peaks.