"Victor, Francis!"
The fairy's voice announcing the winner sounded in the arena, and Francis's spear penetrated the opponent's chest. Blood flowed down the spear from his heart, and there was no breath of life.
The contestants who participated in the tournament all felt sad. Francis, who was invincible in the tournament, was like a god. No matter how powerful the opponent was, he eventually died in his hands.
At this time, Francis, with his holy armor and steel body, really looks like Siegfried, the hero bathed in dragon's blood in "The Nibelungenlied" or Achilles in Greek mythology. .
Countless contestants couldn't help but feel frightened just looking at Francis showing off his power in the martial arts tournament. Francis' strength as a dragon-slaying warrior had long been demonstrated in these constant battles, and he was no longer there. Who dares to challenge Francis.
"If no one comes to challenge Francis, then the final winner of this tournament will be His Excellency Francis, the dragon slayer from the Holy Roman Empire."
As the referee, the fairy saw that no one came to challenge, and immediately said, as if she was going to declare Francis the winner immediately.
Francis waved his hand to stop the fairy from announcing his victory, but looked down the ring and said, "William, come out, I know you are here, fight me, whoever wins will be the real dragon slayer." , who is the true master of the Holy Sword Dawn, and who is the King of Britain and Ireland."
William held the holy sword in his hand and slowly walked onto the ring. There was a burst of cheers from the audience. Unexpectedly, someone who was not afraid of death appeared again and came to die.
"William, surrender here. I don't want to kill you." Francis looked at the young man in front of him and had to sigh at the wonder of fate. Who would have thought that the guide he found from a nearby village to slay the dragon would now He would actually become his own enemy.
"Don't say this again. You are the user of the Holy Sword Dawn, and I am also the user of the Holy Sword Dawn. You are the brave man who slays the dragon, and I am also the brave man who slays the dragon. My qualifications are inherited from you, so you naturally know I decided not to lose this battle." William shook his head and spoke calmly, just telling a fact.
"When a church is to be built, the original pagan temple will be torn down. When wheat is to be planted, the original farmland will be harvested and cleared. When a new king is born, it will be the end of the old king. Therefore, if the original While the king is still there, the new king cannot ascend the throne."
The conflict between William and Francis is unavoidable. William's qualifications as a dragon-slaying hero and the right to use the Holy Sword Dawn are inherited from Francis. Therefore, if he wants to become a new hero, he must let Francis The Sith has finally come to an end, and if Francis wants to continue to appear as a brave man, he must let William give back everything he had before.
Think carefully about the long-term Queen of the United Kingdom in later generations and her equally long-lived Crown Prince who cannot be wiped out even by the new coronavirus. One is the Queen, the other is the Crown Prince, one is the mother, and the other is the son. The relationship between the two Let the world redefine the relationship between the heir and the heir.
How can there be a seventy-year-old prince in this world? If the queen mother lives long enough, let alone seventy years, or even a hundred years, the prince will continue to be the prince.
"Then the new king will take over the throne!"
"Then why doesn't His Majesty abdicate voluntarily and still wants to rebel?"
Francis shouted loudly, with an angry shout, and the spear in his hand was thrown at William like lightning. William replied that knowing that there was a conflict between their interests and unable to adjust, the attack was fast and fierce. This time, he didn't hold back at all.
William used the spear in his hand to resist Francis's spear. With a "dang" sound, a huge force vibrated in the spear. The power transmitted was so huge that after a while, the exquisitely crafted spear collapsed. shattering each other.
Red blood flowed out from the tiger's mouth of William's right hand. The huge force made his palm instantly numb with envy, but a heat was rolling in his body. After a while, the bleeding hand began to heal, and the originally injured and paralyzed hand began to heal. His hand also began to recover, which was the first skill he obtained, the protection of the power of Avalon.
"The power of healing is only the power of the weak."
Francis sneered and said, pulling out his holy sword and slashing at William's arm. Even if William, like him, could use the unparalleled keyboard and mouse of the successive owners of the holy sword Dawn, it would be meaningless.
No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, its user is always a human being. Only human beings can use the holy sword to successfully exert its power. It is simply wishful thinking to use skills to fight against power.
You use four ounces to make a thousand catties.
The strength I possess is not a thousand catties, but ten thousand catties, one hundred thousand catties, or even one million catties.
William took a few steps back. After bathing in the dragon's blood, Francis not only had a body of steel, but also the power of a giant dragon. When he was charged into the battle, he was like a humanoid heavy tank rushing in. On the cavalry battlefield in the Middle Ages, what will inevitably happen is a one-sided massacre.
Liam and the tourney contestants face Francis' difficult problems, and now it's William's turn to experience them all.
A humanoid white dragon formed a huge dragon shadow looming on Francis's back.
Ranks are really terrifying power. They seem ordinary. The owners of some ranks do not have substantial power, but they have a higher destiny limit and priority.
It is impossible for low-level magicians and witches to curse high-level heroes and kings, let alone affect the fate of the other party.
For example, one hero obtains a magic spear that is said to be able to pierce everything, and another hero obtains a magic shield that can defend against everything. If the spear that pierces everything and the shield that pierces everything attack each other, then what is the difference between the magic spear and the shield that can pierce everything? Is the magic of the spear stronger or the magic of the shield?
The answer is self-evident. Magic of the same level will naturally influence each other, cancel each other out, and eventually die together. However, if they are at different levels, then it is natural that the second level will win over the first level, and the third level will beat the second level.
A third-level shield can naturally defend against a second-level spear. Therefore, the holy armor is of third level, and the body of steel is also of third level. In modern times, even the steel plate of a tank will be pierced by an anti-tank missile. What's more, it's just a body of steel with copper skin and iron bones.
Therefore, the fourth-level power can break Francis' steel body, but the third-level power can also offset the opponent's third-level power, just like Francis killed Liam.
The Holy Sword and the Holy Sword collided with each other, and William and Francis started fighting.
Trading injuries for injuries and fighting for his life, Francis used a fighting style that had no regard for his own life and pierced the opponent's chest with a sword. He believed that even if the opponent had the power to heal, the healing power would not be able to heal him after all. It is omnipotent. Injuries will also bleed, even if they are healed, they will bleed. Continuous injuries will eventually lead to death from too much schooling.
William looked at the holy sword that pierced his chest with pity in his eyes, "If you rely on your body of steel, then I can tell you that you will lose, because the blacksmith specializes in dealing with steel, flame elf, boil! "
Regardless of the injury on his chest, William waved the Holy Sword with his backhand, and actually cut the opponent's Dawn in the middle with Dawn. Francis was surprised, and suddenly realized something, but William slapped him directly with a light palm. The holy armor on the chest.
In an instant, the purgatory flames in the holy armor began to boil and burst out, directly attacking Francis, and the flame elves were active in the surrounding air.
"Why?" Francis fell to the ground, his body surrounded by the fire of purgatory, tortured, and obviously unable to live happily.
Heroic spirits are undead, just a special kind of undead. As a pagan, you will also be burned by the fire of purgatory, because you are a pagan in the flames summoned by St. Patrick.
Pagans are sinful in the Christian worldview and will be burned in fire after death.
"I'm a blacksmith. Isn't it normal that I can summon the flame elf? This armor was originally made according to my figure, but I gave it to Liam, so the master changed his size and hammered it again. If you want To change it to a size that fits me, I just need to summon the fire elves to reforge it."
William looked at Francis' painful groan and said helplessly, "That's what happened. If you didn't take away Liam's armor, it wouldn't be like this."
