"Uh-" Tristan avoided Bindu's swift thrust, gritted his teeth, and a slight scar appeared on his face.
Bindu didn't stop without stabbing Tristan. Tristan's reaction ability was definitely beyond ordinary people. Bindu didn't expect to be able to make Tristan retreat easily. He just drew a line in the dusty sky.
The stream of light pierced the chest of a flying dragon, then stopped far away, falling naturally while looking at Tristan with calm eyes.
Tristan...he is naturally familiar with this colleague, but now, fighting is necessary.
Comrades with..., enemies of life and death.
Bindu bit his trembling jaw, tightened the sword in his hand, closed his eyes and opened them again.
"When we get back to our seats...let's talk about old times again!"
call out--!
Ding!
The sound of sword blades and arrows colliding sounded in the air, attracting Annuo's attention.
The flying dragons in the sky continue to fall. What Arturia, Bedivere and Percival have tried their best to fight for is effective. The number of flying dragon knights has been destroyed, and the pressure on Mashu's side is also small.
Got up.
So--
It's time to end this fight.
Tristan was restrained by Bindu, Anno found his position for a while, distanced himself from Lancelot, and the white chalk returned to its sheath.
Lancelot looked at Anno who had his hands free, and felt his gums hurt.
I'm so...Father is going to beat me seriously...
He had never thought about it...at least not now. He had never thought about defeating Annuo. His desire to quickly defeat Annuo and become the strongest in Britain could no longer be realized. It had been no longer possible since Annuo's back began to bend.
It may be possible again.
Now that he has become a servant, his martial arts may have improved slightly due to his different thoughts, but his level of magic power is far inferior to what it was before he was alive. In his current state, it is simply unrealistic to defeat Annuo in front of him. He has already passed the point of arrogance.
Arrogant age.
Facing Annuo with one hand, Lancelot had to work hard to suppress it. Annuo even found a chance to open the distance, and now he has both hands...
This is Britain's strongest martial art——
boom!!!
Lancelot was not weak, or in other words, only such a father was worthy of his admiration and challenge. The light above the lake shone and struck towards Annuo.
Annuo turned sideways, avoiding Lancelot's slash, and punched Lancelot in the face. However, Lancelot spun his body and kicked Annuo from the side.
Beside him, Hu Guang followed up and slashed towards Annuo's leg from below. As he slashed, blue light appeared again on the blade.
Annuo didn't avoid it, but just slammed forward.
"Pfft——"
The strong shoulders pushed hard against Lancelot's heart. Before Lancelot could react further, a large pool of blood burst out from the corner of his mouth.
Lancelot, who retreated, did not give up resistance. He looked at his father who still had a cold face in front of him, his eyes were filled with blood, and he burst out with a strong fighting spirit.
Anno was forced back by Lancelot's sword, and a vertical sword mark appeared on his face. Fortunately, his eyes were not hurt.
There was also a conspicuous wound on the plastron, but it seemed that the real flesh inside was not injured.
The father and son separated again, looking at each other from a distance with their faces stained with blood.
"...Okay, not bad." Annuo pondered for a while.
Lancelot was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
Because... Annuo was really praising him.
"Hey! Lancelot! We have to retreat!"
Percival had already joined the team that surrounded and suppressed Tristan. Tristan felt that he would be left here if he didn't leave, so he shouted loudly to Lancelot.
"...Ah, um!" Lancelot looked at Anno who was standing there motionless, listening to Tristan's anxious call, and just nodded unconsciously, and naturally grabbed the hand that happened to be from him.
A flying dragon passed by, rode the dragon away, looked at Annuo getting smaller and smaller on the ground, looked into Annuo's eyes, and lowered his head.
Turning around and grabbing the reins of the flying dragon, Lancelot turned his head, feeling the ash-smelling wind in the sky, lowered his head, and choked silently.
...
Annuo was injured after all.
The armor on the abdomen was split open by Lancelot, and the innocent lake light was the same as the sighing chalk. It was a holy sword, and its power was not small. It was impossible not to be injured.
Annuo temporarily took off his white armor and asked Leonardo da Vinci to help him deal with the wound.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the wound is still very deep..." Da Vinci smiled bitterly and helped Anno suture the wound on his abdomen, smacking his tongue secretly.
Although he was sutured, there was an undetectable smile on Annuo's face, as if the needle hadn't pierced him.
I have to say that Annuo's current mood is actually pretty good.
"It doesn't matter. In fact, a wound of this degree can be treated without suturing." Annuo advised. According to his experience, such a small injury will be healed tomorrow morning.
"If it is not sutured, the wound will become deeper during strenuous exercise. You are our important fighting force, and we must ensure your health." Da Vinci smiled, and in turn used other methods to persuade Annuo.
.
Annuo didn't say anything more about not suturing, he just nodded and closed his eyes.
Finally... I'm not completely dizzy.
Moreover, it can actually hurt me, not bad, not bad.
"Okay, this is enough." Da Vinci cut off the thread, stood up, smiled, and clapped his hands.
"No refugee was injured by the flying dragon this time. Matthew should be praised." Da Vinci stood beside Annuo, and looked at Matthew with Annuo in the distance who was helping others deal with their injuries, and smiled.
Laughing, "How is it? Do you have a lot of feelings?"
Annuo nodded in agreement, then was startled and turned to look at Da Vinci.
He blinked: "So, do you know what happened to the child of Mashu...?"
"Haha, after all, I am a Chaldean elder, so it's okay to know a little more, right?" Da Vinci showed a playful expression, "So, do you think Mashu is better than you?"
Grandson, what about that knight Galahad?"
Annuo looked at Mashu who was busy doing something, smiled and shook his head.
"Who knows about this kind of thing?"
He couldn't help but think of Galahad who was holding him in his arms and babbling. His ice-like eyes melted a little, and he couldn't help but walked forward and touched Matthew's head.
"Huh? Ah... Mr. Anno, thank you for your hard work. Da Vinci has stitched it up for you?" Matthew's head was covered by a big hand, and his whole body froze, but he turned around and saw that it was An
No, he bowed politely.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Seeing the well-behaved Matthew, Annuo felt better.