Annuo increased the output of his magic power, trying to break through the restraints and pierce Vortigern's heart.
The veins on his head popped out, and his teeth gnashed, but the chalk still couldn't penetrate the dragon's heart.
Vortigern made a sound that seemed to be mocking.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Annuo released his magic power desperately, and his muscles seemed to be stretching the armor.
Finally, the chalky sword tip broke through the blockade imposed by the concept and slightly penetrated Vortigern's heart (core).
The powerless dragon roared in terror.
But the next second, Bai Chao let out a clear and mournful cry.
Buzz——
Ping.
The chalk gave off a dazzling white light, and then, directly shattered from the middle, turning into fragments all over the sky.
An Nuo was stunned. He held the chalk hilt and felt at a loss for the first time.
With a roar, Arthur also descended from a high place, aiming at the wound Annuo had just caused to the dragon.
The blade of the golden sword of victory penetrated the core of the demonic dragon without any hindrance along the wound caused by the chalk.
…
The sky has lost its sunshine and is covered with clouds.
When the black energy dissipated, the dragon's huge white body disappeared without a trace, leaving only an old man in black armor.
The old man was withered and thin, with a golden sword of victory stuck in his heart. His body was covered in blood, but he had a crazy smile on his lips.
Arthur and Annuo stood there in silence, watching the old man slowly walking toward death.
The old man let out a shrill laugh, accompanied by the sound of rain, which was extremely weird and disgusting.
"Hahahahaha..."
"King of Britain, my nephew..."
"You may win, but I will never lose!"
"...a bunch of fools. In order to attack the tyrant, they actually brought about further destruction. My brother, son of Uther, you can't save this country. You can't make mankind win."
His tone was crazy and disorderly.
"Because——"
The old man's voice was not covered by the sound of rain and sounded clearly.
Wang took one step and another step closer to the old man.
"Because, the era of mystery is coming to an end soon."
"Next is the age of civilization, the age of mankind."
"The power at your base is incompatible with humanity."
"Britain has no future as long as you live."
The old man was hysterical and yelled one sentence after another.
"Curse! The Britain of old has perished long ago!"
Arthur came to the old man, his uncle.
With an easy smile: "Britain will not perish."
"Because I'm still alive."
As she spoke, she slowly drew out the golden sword of victory from Vortigern's chest.
Vortigern didn't roar or shout, he just looked at Arthur mockingly with crazy eyes.
The sword was drawn out, and Vortigern's life ended.
An Nuo quietly watched Vortigern come to an end, and let out a long sigh as he looked up to the sky.
My friend Juser, my king Juser...
He suppressed his joy and regret, collecting pieces of chalk piece by piece.
The knot in Vortigern's heart has disappeared.
What makes Annuo even more sad is Bai Chuo's death.
This holy sword was forged by the fairy in the lake and given to me by Merlin. Thinking about it carefully, this sword has been with me for more than twenty years.
He put the fragments of chalk in a package, and everything was lost.
Arthur looked at this elderly knight and suddenly felt that there was a hint of stoop in that tall and straight back.