While the West Village was fighting fiercely, here was the East Village.
"Charge forward!"
"If you want to survive, then don't retreat, just kill to your heart's content!"
The petite knight stood on the back of the flying dragon, pointing the huge lance in his hand at the village ahead. His eyes seemed to be dirty, but they were extremely bright, guiding the flying dragon knight behind him to pounce in the direction of the village.
"Mr. Bedivere! You are in charge of the flank!" Annuo gritted his teeth, clenched the holy sword in his hand, and looked at the group of dragons that covered the sky and the sun in front of him.
"I understand!" Bedivere moved very quickly, holding his sword in his left hand, and the other arm was already lit up with light.
boom--!
A light bullet composed of magic power was launched from Bedivere's arm, accurately hitting a flying and roaring flying dragon.
Zheng——
The magic power on the chalk surged, exuding a pale majesty, and faced the flying dragon that rushed over. The flying dragon fell to the side without even screaming, while Annuo didn't pause at all, grabbing
He grabbed the solemn knight's spear and stabbed Bai Chao directly into his chest.
boom!!!
The magic power exploded, shattering the solemn knight into pieces.
Bedivere shook his prosthetic fist and kept slashing with his left hand.
The arm that Leonardo da Vinci helped him create is indeed powerful, but it consumes a lot of magic power and cannot be used rashly.
But apart from the powerful light bullet, the real ability of this arm——
Click——
The prosthetic arm grabbed the flying dragon's neck, directly severing the flying dragon's throat. Then Bedivere spun around and stabbed his sword accurately into the gap in the solemn knight's helmet.
Although they were fighting the flying dragon, the two knights' eyes were focused on the knight above, who was commanding the dragons to attack the East Village.
There is no doubt that he is also a Knight of the Round Table.
But not anyone I've met before.
"Gareth..." After Annuo beheaded a flying dragon again, he raised his head and murmured the knight's name.
The hand holding the white chalk was already trembling, the magic power roaring on the white chalk became more solid, and the entire sword body was shrouded in an extremely dangerous light.
Gareth seemed to notice him, but did not react in any other way. He just pointed his lance at Anno.
"superior!"
The words are concise and concise, yet strange.
The Gareth in Anno's memory is completely different.
I don't know what happened, but...
It’s probably because of the Lion King’s [blessing].
While thinking, several more flying dragon knights rushed towards Annuo.
Annuo snorted coldly, grabbed the hilt of Bai Chuo's sword with both hands, and stood in front of him, but it was not to release the precious phantom.
Exhaling a breath of white air, he held the sword back, turned his back with all his strength, and then swung it hard——
Zheng——
boom!!!!!
The huge amount of magic power roared in the air, and the magic power of the two holy swords blended, blasting all the crazy flying dragon knights into powder.
Both Bedivere and Gareth in the sky couldn't help but cover their eyes with their arms to resist the aftermath of the explosion.
There were still a lot of flying dragons, but none of them entered the East Village.
Annuo's face was extremely gloomy and he looked behind him.
Although I don’t know how long I can withstand it, the number is too large. It is simply unrealistic to keep all the Dragon Knights here. What’s more, in addition to the Dragon Knights, there is also Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table.
exist.
The villagers have been notified before to evacuate immediately, but I don’t know how much they have evacuated now...
Um!?
Ping——!
When he turned around, he suddenly felt a sense of threat, and Annuo's muscles reacted by placing the sword in front of him.
And Gareth's lance hit Anno's sword directly in an instant.
The huge force made Annuo take a step back, leaving two traces on the ground.
Annuo's reaction speed was extremely fast. One side of the sword drew Gareth's force to his side. Gareth and the flying dragon hit the ground directly, making a huge noise and arousing a strong excitement at the same time.
of dust, and Annuo quickly turned around and blocked the lance that came down from above him.
boom!
The chalk magic power suddenly surged, knocking the lance away, and Annuo kicked the flying dragon's huge body.
The flying dragon was kicked away, but the knight on the back of the flying dragon had already jumped down.
The smoke gradually dispersed, and Anno and Gareth looked at each other without speaking for a long time.
Bedivere once again killed a flying dragon and the knight riding on the back of the flying dragon. He looked at Annuo and Gareth and gritted his teeth.
The current situation is too unfavorable for the East Village. Annuo, who is more lethal to the dragons, is entangled by Gareth. It is tantamount to relying on him alone to block all the flying dragons here.
Idiots talk about dreams.
"......In this case--"
Buzz——!
Bedivere put all his magic power into the prosthetic limb made for him by Leonardo da Vinci, and then used this prosthetic limb to grab his sword.
His strength during his lifetime could be regarded as the worst among the Knights of the Round Table, because among the Knights of the Round Table, he was the only one who was disabled and did not have any special protection, so he could only rely on his own body to fight.
It wasn't until the court magician Merlin gave him something that his fighting power could truly be unleashed.
His precious phantom comes from this anecdote.
The prosthetic arm given by Merlin had been destroyed in the battle with the Lion King, but now the arm made for him by Leonardo da Vinci is definitely not too bad.
so--
"The Noble Phantasm is activated and flashes here in a different manner than before!"
"Tear apart everything in front of you——"
"[Switch On Agateram]!!!"
Different from the pale light of chalk, the sword Bedivere jumped into the air and slashed out was dazzling silver.
call--
The surging magic power roared out from Bedivere's hand and sword, and swept forward crazily.
"Roar--"
The flying dragon roared and screamed, huge wounds exploded on its body, and it fell to the ground, leaving its flesh and blood bruised.
The same happened to Bedivere, who fell to the ground together with the flying dragon. The prosthetic limb given to him by Leonardo da Vinci had already separated from his body, and he was holding his broken arm and gritting his teeth.
After all, this is not the Noble Phantasm he should have. Although the quality is still high, it is still wrong.
Using this arm to free the Noble Phantasm is still powerful, but it is also a heavy burden for Bedivere.
But the result is good.
There were not many flying dragons left. Bedivere struggled to stand up and picked up his prosthetic limb. The prosthetic limb had become charred black and was obviously no longer usable.
He took back his sword from the prosthesis, held it tightly with his left hand, and walked towards the remaining dragon knights.