Bindu flew backwards and hit a huge rock wall, leaving a large blood stain on the rock wall. Then he fell heavily to the ground, his body twitching visibly to the naked eye.
But he was still struggling, standing up on his knees, holding his waist, looking ferociously in the direction of Mordred, who was flashing red thunder, and breathing heavily.
A huge gash was cut in his waist, as if his whole body was about to be broken into two pieces.
"Uh uh... uh——"
The severe pain did not make Bindu cry out for his life. What caused him pain was Mordred standing there.
The huge wound on Bindu's waist was replaced by a bloody hole in Mordred's abdomen.
Blood surged outward from the hole through which the scene behind could be seen, flowing along Mordred's silver and red armor and onto the ground.
The injuries caused to each other by the two Knights of the Round Table were equal to each other.
"Uh..." A feeling of weakness came, and Mordred's body couldn't help but fall down, half-kneeling on the ground like Bindu. The red thunder on his body flashed and extinguished, and his scarlet pupils trembled.
I don't know if it is red because of the blessing of the rampage or because of the same reason as Bindu.
"As noble as you are...will you fall to this level...Mordred?" Bindu's swaying internal organs can be clearly seen in the wound on Bindu's waist, but this level of pain is far worse than
It's better to kill each other with the same clothes.
"I just... this time, I want to stand more firmly by my father's side. Uncle Bindu... uh——"
Buzz——
Mordred did not look at Bindu, or in other words, she did not dare to look at Bindu's expression at this time.
The magic power began to surge again, and even more crazy magic power had already climbed onto Mordred's body.
Red thunder burst out from her spirit base, blasting the surrounding ground black. Her knees left the ground, and she tightened her grip on Clarent's hand again.
"...You and I have made our own choices, Mordred."
The brown-red hair hung down, covering Bindu's eyes. He spoke tremblingly, and the blood from the corner of his mouth dripped down his chin. Although he had no feeling in his lower body due to the huge wound on his waist, Bindu still couldn't feel anything.
stood up.
Half of his body was stained with blood, and the thorn in his hand touched the ground. A pool of bright red soon appeared on the dust.
Bindu's eyes also turned bloody.
"I won't let you make any more mistakes here, even if you have given up your dignity as a knight."
The sword was pointed forward, Bindu's voice remained firm.
"The village is full of innocent people. If you want to attack, the only possibility is for me to withdraw!"
Hassan looked at the knight standing there, blocking the front of him and the entire West Village, and his movements slowed down a little as he fought with the flying dragon knight.
knight......
The number of Hassan is already very small. The strength of these Hassan does not seem to be very high, and they can even fight against the Dragon Knight.
But there were hundreds of flying dragon knights brought over by Mordred, and several of them flew to the village. Several Hassan even returned to the village specifically to deal with the flying dragons.
"hateful--"
Hundred-faced Hassan roared angrily.
If it were just a knight, she wouldn't be afraid at all, but there is a word "riding" in knight.
A knight who rides something can take full advantage of the knight's advantages, at least for knights with average strength.
And these solemn knights are riding flying dragons.
The combat power of every knight riding a flying dragon is equivalent to that of a weaker servant. Although it is weak, it is still a servant.
Bindu glanced back and gritted his teeth.
Although the words are beautiful, but... I am almost at the end of my strength.
Mordred possesses the violent [Blessing], and it is difficult for his attacks to break through her defense. Sometimes he even has to fight for injuries to be able to launch a really effective attack, but that comes at a price.
.....I have already suffered such a price, and I probably won't be able to bear it a second time.
Hassan can't stop the dragons' attack...what should he do?
Pain and weakness came together, causing Bindu to involuntarily tighten the sword in his hand again, staring at Mordred intently.
Boom boom boom——
The berserk protection has been almost completely driven by Mordred. Just like that day on the walls of Camelot, madness was about to envelope the knight in front of him.
Bindu... think of a way, Bindu...
Think of a way to stop this pathetic knight in front of you, this lovely junior...
Blood and sweat flowed along the outline of Bindu's armor.
He closed his eyes and opened them, and what he saw was Mordred roaring like a wild beast. The red thunder was carrying violent magic power, sweeping around crazily.
Everything in the world seemed to slow down. Bindu wanted to raise his hand to block the red thunder rolling towards him, but...
My hands don't have much strength anymore.
Not only blood, but also magic power flows from his body.
...Chi Lei should be able to barely carry on this time.
Bindu predicted.
But, what about the sword blade after the red thunder?
The sword blade that was enough to smash his weak spirit base into pieces was probably impossible to block.
But, if it were to be killed on one's own body, at least it would be better than being killed on the village behind, right?
Besides——
It’s not necessarily true that I can’t avoid it or stop it!
Trying his best to lean to the side, the red thunder swept along the edge of Bindu's body without touching Bindu's body.
Lift the straight thrust upward, place the wrist of your left hand against the sword, and then, use all your strength together——
Push up!
Ping——
boom--
Bindu blocked the sword, but was forced to kneel on the ground on one knee. The wound on his waist once again burst out with blood due to the huge force it endured.
Mordred and Bindu looked at each other.
What remains in the eyes of the two people is that one is crazy and the other is also crazy.
Put this bastard—
Block here!!!
Boom boom boom——
The explosive magic power once again entangled Mordred's body, including Clarent, and Bindu's straight sword was trembling visibly to the naked eye.
Unstoppable, Bindu and Mordred both knew this.
But, we still have to block——
"No, you have to help him -" Hundred-faced Hassan gritted his teeth and killed the dragon knight completely, then jumped vigorously and ran in the direction of Bindu and Mordred.
Although the fact that he is a knight makes her feel very uncomfortable, he is fighting for Nishinomura now. If he is allowed to die here——
However, before Baimian Hassan could continue to think about it, a huge change suddenly occurred.
call out--
Boom boom boom boom——————!!!
An incredibly huge arrow shot straight over, and then——