Chapter 101 Betrayal?

The people at the round table unconsciously looked at this usually taciturn knight.

Bindu, the least active one, was the first to kill a giant dragon, and he did so instantly.

Of course, this has something to do with the relative thinness of the giant dragon.

The Knights of the Round Table couldn't help but admire the knight who stood on the dragon's body and looked coldly at the other dragons in the sky.

However, everyone was unable to rush to support them, because almost every member of the round table was stared at closely by several giant dragons. That is because humans are relatively small and it is difficult for giant dragons to hit them, so they were temporarily absent. Something unexpected happened.

Bindu stood on the dragon that was not completely dead, his chest heaving violently.

The illusory sword is a sword that should not exist.

If Bindu wants to use this move, both physical strength and magic power will be greatly consumed.

But who doesn’t give it all?

Bindu ducked and disappeared again.

...

Anno used magic power to hold himself up. Even so, he was able to hang up the crazy Lancelot and Mordred and beat them.

But no matter what, he was old. The fight that lasted for more than ten minutes made him feel exhausted and his magic power was gradually running out.

The white beard was dyed bright red with blood, terrifying and miserable.

But there is still good news, that is, after Lancelot and Mordred, who are entangled in black energy, are knocked down, part of the black energy on their bodies will be significantly weakened.

This magic is not invincible.

Annuo did not use a sword, but used his fists to smash the magic on these two miserable knights to pieces.

The black energy dissipated, revealing two people who were unconscious.

Annuo finally felt sluggish. He sat on the ground and suppressed the feeling of weakness from the inside out.

...

Morganfeller, who was hiding in the darkness, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Compared with the unparalleled beauty she had back then, she looks like a human being or a ghost now.

The hair is dry and sparse, the whole person is thin and weak, and the eyeballs are high and bulging.

She understood that the vicious magic [British Destruction Style Vortigern] that she had worked so hard to develop and manifest through Vortigern's body and the magic power of the dragon had been destroyed.

But she was not sad, instead she laughed strangely.

From the moment Lancelot and Mordred were affected by magic and lost their minds, her plan succeeded.

Britain, where dragons are raging, is so...so beautiful...

She sat drowsily in a corner, huddled up in a ball with the pleasure and confusion of revenge.

"Father..." Feeling sleepy, Morganfeller seemed to see the tall figure of King Uther and his pitiful and complicated eyes.

...

Lancelot only felt a splitting headache. He reluctantly climbed up on the ground and opened one eye. What he saw was Annuo's old face.

"Father, I..." The memory slowly emerged in Lancelot's mind, and he knelt in front of Anno with disbelief.

Gawain fought off a giant dragon and took the time to run to the mountainside. Looking at Lancelot who had returned to normal with tears streaming down his face, he fell silent.

He punched Lancelot in the nose and left without looking back.

The culprit is not Lancelot, and it is not clear who it is, and it is a war now. As for the trial of the guilty, let's leave it after the war.

Lancelot lay on the ground, maintaining the position where he was knocked down by Gawain, with tears flowing out uncontrollably.

He betrayed the king, betrayed his father, and also betrayed...the little girl who admired him...