In the West Village, the knight roared ferociously, holding Clarent in his hand.
In the East Village, the knight spreads his wings and holds a lance and shield.
This was such a desperate scene. Even Fujimaru Ritsuka, who occasionally raised his head, felt cold all over his body.
He was obviously parasitized by white flesh, wrapped in thick black air, and stood high in the sky with his ragged wings. He could no longer see the appearance of the knight, but he still held the weapon belonging to the knight and stared at the people below.
Matthew felt that his palms were sweating, and he looked up at the creature that should still be Mordred.
Arturia had already raised her spiny and pitch-black spear, which was still stained with blood, and pointed it into the air.
Annuo gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the white chalk suddenly showed veins, but the light on the white chalk shone again.
Even though he is grieving, he still has to keep this involuntary sad knight here. They are both Knights of the Round Table, so they naturally know what the other is thinking.
but.
...
Holy capital.
In the courtyard of the royal court, there is a huge dragon parked here.
It is bigger than any other dragon, and its whole body is white and flawless, without any trace of twilight. Its scales reflect the sun's rays, making it look a little sacred.
It lay there, as if taking a nap, exhaling air from its deep nostrils, blowing the lawn in front of it to the ground.
In the circular corridor of the royal court, a knight in black armor stopped, looked at the white dragon in the courtyard, frowned, and sighed.
King Bei is the name of this dragon.
It is no longer Vortigern, and the name Vortigern disappeared with his death.
King Arthur pierced his chest with the holy sword, leaving only a human corpse.
But now, it still appears here with this attitude...
Moreover, the ominous black aura on his body has disappeared, and the damage on his body has been healed. The current King Bei, who has lost his humanity, is much more beautiful than before.
"Agegui Wenqing, what are you looking at?" The Lion King came towards me, his voice was cold and without any emotion.
"king."
Ageguiwen knelt on one knee and lowered his head.
"Get up."
Nodding, the Lion King's eyes hidden behind the helmet and Age Guiwen turned to King Bei in the courtyard.
"Are you thinking that it is unkind for me to use the body of the humble king like this?"
The Lion King turned sideways, looked at Agguiwen and asked.
"No, King."
"I'm just sighing that that dirty and despicable dragon can actually have such a beautiful scene."
If we say it is unkind, the policies of The Lion King are not kind.
Even violent and cruel.
But...when the world is about to be destroyed, kindness is useless and needs to be abandoned.
And Shengba...is the only hope for mankind at the moment.
Thinking this, Ageguiwen pursed his lips.
"beauty?"
The Lion King's eyes returned to King Bei, and he took off his helmet with a smile on his lips. He didn't know why he was smiling.
Agguiwen felt his heart tighten, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly knelt down.
"I'm sorry, Wang, I just made a mistake."
"You are right, Mr. Aggui Wenqing." The Lion King looked at his feet and his voice was as usual. "The beauty you see is not the beauty of the dragon itself."
"As you said, he is dirty and despicable. If not, he would not be punished by me."
"The beauty that is presented to you now is just a small margin, so stand up with confidence. You have done nothing wrong."
"...Yes, I understand." Ageguiwen was silent for a moment and slowly stood up.
Standing together with the Agguiwen is the head of the giant dragon.
The giant white dragon raised its head, as if it noticed something, turned its slender neck to one side, and opened its eyes glowing with white light.
"Um?"
The Lion King noticed the strange behavior of King Bei and narrowed his eyes.
"What's wrong? Did you find something?"
The Lion King looked at King Bei and asked.
Uh-huh...
A gloomy low roar came from deep in King Bei's throat. He arched his head toward the west, opened his mouth, and then closed it again, making a "knocking" sound.
"Huh? You mean..."
The Lion King's eyes were a little thoughtful, and he and King Bei looked towards the west.
She closed her eyes, felt it carefully, and then frowned.
"Actually two at the same time..."
Agguiwen raised his eyebrows slightly and bowed to the Lion King.
"King, is there something wrong with Sir Mordred and Sir Gareth?"
"They left." The Lion King replied, his tone still calm, as if what he was talking about was just a trivial matter.
"This..." Age Guiwen's eyes widened, and after hesitation, he fell silent again.
Although there is blessing and blessing, but...
If we were to face that An Nuoqing, I'm afraid it would still be a disaster.
But, didn’t the two of them go to two different places? Why did they happen at the same time...?
Agguiwen did not show his doubts, nor did he feel sad for his sister. He just stood beside the Lion King, quietly waiting for the Lion King's decision.
"Bring my knight back, O humble king."
The Lion King gave his order.
King Bei lowered his head to express his submission, then raised his neck high, pointed his huge head towards the sky, and opened his mouth.
hold head high------------
The distant and high-pitched dragon cry sounded from King Bei's mouth. Agguiwen couldn't help showing a sad expression, and subconsciously wanted to cover his ears, but the Lion King was still beside him, so he couldn't lose his etiquette, so he could only stand where he was.
The ground holds hard.
The dragon's cry spread farther than imagined, very far, all the way to——
Mordred, who was fighting the Storm King, and Gareth, who was fighting Anno, stopped their strange bodies at the same time and froze in place.
As a result, Arturia and Annuo, who were fighting, were a little confused. They thought that Mordred and Gareth were going to make some big move, so they didn't dare to attack for a while.
However, Mordred and Gareth, who were stunned for a moment, suddenly looked up to the sky and roared like real beasts, as if in response to something, then they took their weapons, waved their wings, and moved at extremely fast speeds.
Fly towards the east.
"...Escaped?" Matthew looked at Mordred who was about to disappear into the sky, a little stunned.
Arturia looked at Mordred's back that turned into black spots, pursed her lips, dropped the lance, landed on the ground, and sighed heavily.
Annuo did the same. Looking at Gareth who was running away quickly, his lips trembled and he gritted his teeth, sheathing the chalk.