dmims Chapter 161
Chapter 161
"I see, that is, this time the opponent is Albion, the most noble miracle incarnation of the British Isle. "
Artoria said in understanding.
She had flicked her cloak and looked up at Albion, and there was not a hint of fear on her pretty face.
This fearless figure caught the eyes of the knights.
They couldn't help but shudder.
"It is only the souls of the dead from the past, and now we are the living of the present, so let the last dragon bear witness to the consciousness we have for the continuation of our existence!
Assemble, Guardians of the Round Table!"
Artoria raised her sword in both hands.
Thirteen Knights of the Round Table stood behind her, responding to her call with loyalty and love.
[This is a battle that belongs to mankind] "Seven Six Zero"
[As the existing incarnation of the last dragon, all you have to do now is to remember this future and record]
[However, you don't have to worry]
[At this moment, the glow of the round table gathered together is a brilliance that is more brilliant and dazzling than anything else]
[It's just the remnants of the ancient dragon in the past]
[Nothing will stop them from moving forward]
First Gawain and Lancelot played the strikers.
The two of them raised their holy swords as if they were fighting each other, and Yang Yan and Huguang bloomed with dazzling light.
Even if it is a holy sword, it is difficult to cut the dragon scales.
However, this does not mean that there are no flaws.
As long as they repeat the attack and focus on one point, the holy sword in their hand will also work.
As for the fiery breath that the dragon breathes.
Galahad held aloft the shield of the Round Table and appeared at the chalk wall, blocking it with his noble and unyielding will.
Percival healed the crowd with a holy spear.
Tristan uses his ears to detect the direction of the wind to anticipate attacks, and also plays the bow and harp the dragon strategically.
Mordred is a rebellious knight.
Swing your sword head-on at the dragon's breath.
Slash the dragon's wings with a crimson thunderbolt, so that it can't soar in the sky for a while and gain air supremacy.
[Even if your round table is perfectly matched]
[The fire of the last dragon has not been extinguished, but is still becoming more and more vigorous, and there is no trace of defeat in the future]
[Lacking a lethal move]
[I don't know after hundreds of rounds of fighting]
[The Knights of the Round Table are all physically and mentally exhausted, but the power of their attack is not weakened at all]
[It's like saying that you must not lose to the dragon]
[This is the round table they are most proud of, the king they support is here, and the future is ahead]
[How can they have a reason to retreat?]
The light of the holy sword is covered by the light of the realm
The faint light could only be swallowed up by the stronger light, and only Artoria's dizzying figure could be seen as leaning on.
The light is faint but never disappears, and even in the midst of storms, it continues to guide people like a beacon.
Although it is only the remnant of the last dragon.
But it's also one of the planet's oldest mysteries.
Humans want to challenge such dragons.
It's as difficult as an ant shaking a tree.
"Gao Wenqing, Lancelot, you two are the two strongest knights in the round table. I need you to help me. It's just that the dragon at the end is playing tricks, and we can't say anything if we don't stop it."
Artoria smiled.
For a while, the fighting spirit of the two people who were cast on the sight filled their bodies, and they faced the dragon with the king again.
Gawain and Lancelot seized their chances.
Their repeated attacks worked, and two holy swords pinned the dragon's claws to the ground.
Human weapons can't deal with dragons.
The two holy swords present were used to contain them, and the last holy sword was naturally used to make a lore.
"This light is the hope of the stars, the proof of life that illuminates the earth——!!
At that point, Artoria seized the chance.
The brilliance of hope flowed out.
The breath from the planet erupted as the Holy Sword poured out, striking out with her tenacious will.
The dragon's pupils gazed deeply into this glorious brilliance.
It's like carving it into the pupil.
How long has it been.
No matter how hard they worked, they had to admit that the knights were starting to feel tired.
Even if it's bathing in the heat of the planet.
The last dragon is still alive and well.
"Can the Sword of Victory that bears Gao Wenqing's Reincarnation, and Lancelot's Arondale, plus my Sword of Oath Victory, still stand on this earth!?"
Artoria held the sword in both hands, and her face was embarrassed...
Through their bodies, they experienced for themselves why Albion was known as the strongest dragon.
Just when the Round Table and the others were going to start a rematch.
The dragon soul had a strange reaction.
The glow that had been attached to it was fading, as if it were announcing the end of the battle.
This made Artoria and the others very incomprehensible.
Moran smiled happily and said, "Albion... Well, I made a good choice, right?"
"I testify, I recognize.
After thousands of years, I have witnessed such brilliance again, and I have long forgotten this touch.... Too long....."
Albion's dragon soul figure swayed.
It's like it's going to dissipate at any moment.
Hearing this, Artoria and the others lifted their guard, and they no longer felt a trace of war intent from Albion's body.
"It's over... Really?"
Artoria was still surprised.
She thought she was going to defeat Albion. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
From the very beginning, Albion never said this, it simply wanted to see if his successor was qualified.
It's entirely the Knights of the Round Table thinking the wrong place.
In fact, Albion didn't have more than that.
It's like seeing his son bring his wife back home, and as a parent, it naturally wants to see and understand 1.0.
Now, after reading Artoria and others.
It gives recognition to everyone.
“.... Ahhh I can hear the bell - although my heartbeat has been cut off, but my beloved son, my doppelganger, your heartbeat is still moving...
Albion's dragon soul is very vague.
It degenerates into a foggy state where only vaguely visible forms can be seen.
You can feel the tenderness and love in its words, as well as the pride in the return of her beloved son.
[Albion knows and understands]
[It knows how hard and painful you have been along the way, and it is also touching that you can have your own record]
[Now, it wants to offer its blessings]
[This is not only due to the love for the spirits and the offspring, but also from the belief that you and humanity can accomplish the unfinished work].