Bindu, Bedivere, and Percival were not the only ones who noticed the dazzling pillar of light on the earth. The Chaldeans also noticed the light that darkened the sky.
"Senior, is that -?" Mashu's memory was still correct. In her memory, such a dazzling light pillar had never appeared before.
"It's Mr. Anno's Noble Phantasm!" Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned, "What happened over there? Why did Mr. Anno activate the Noble Phantasm?"
Didi——
"Ritsuka, what happened over there? I detected a strong magic reaction here." Lawrence opened the communication and asked eagerly, "Is there a battle?"
"No, Miss Lawrence, it wasn't us who were fighting." Matthew held the communicator and looked at the fading holy light in the distance, and murmured, "It was Mr. Anno."
"Anno? Have you seen him?" Lawrence was stunned and asked.
"Not yet. However, it is already within the range of observation. Miss Lawrence, can you measure the distance between us and the huge magic reaction?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were also focused on the gradually dissipating holy light. Asked.
"Let me take a look." Lawrence has become proficient in operating the instrument. "It is about fifty kilometers away from you. Can it be observed with the naked eye?"
"Yes, although it is very small in the field of view and only for a moment, it is indeed observed."
"You should speed up your pace. We all have the same destination, so you might as well follow him first." Lawrence thought for a moment and gave his own suggestion.
"Sir Bindu, is that the one?" Percival pointed to the direction where the holy light disappeared and asked the brown-red-haired knight he was holding.
"It should be" Bindu's face showed a slight look of joy, "There are a total of four Holy Swordsmen among the Knights of the Round Table."
"King, Sir Anno, Sir Lancelot, and Sir Gao Wen."
"The holy light released by the king's holy sword [Sword of Oath of Victory] is golden with rich life breath; the holy light released by Sir Lancelot's holy sword [Indestructible Lake Light] is lake blue; The light of Gao Wenqing’s holy sword [Sword of Rotating Victory] is like a blazing flame like the sun.”
"Only Wang's teacher, the holy sword [Chalk of Sighs] in the hands of Wang's teacher, Annuoqing, can release that heavy and oppressive silver-white light. No other holy sword can release that kind of light." Heavy silvery white light.”
There was a smile and a trace of nostalgia on Bindu's lips.
"Mr. Bedivere, where should we go next?" Bindu and Percival looked at the one-armed Bedivere together.
"If it is that knight, he will never be under the current king's command. I agree with this decision." Bedivere nodded in agreement.
Annoqing is the Master of the Round Table, the oldest and the oldest among the Knights of the Round Table.
While he is highly respected, he has not arrogated at all because of his age or his status as the King's teacher. He has always fulfilled his responsibilities and obligations as a Knight of the Round Table. While living a meticulous life, he has served all the knights with near-perfect character and style. Set an example.
And if such a person meets the current king...
I'm afraid I'll be so sad that I can't help myself.
As a teacher, he would never obey such a king.
It is precisely because as a teacher, as an elder, as a loyal minister, as a person who is extremely clear-headed at all times, he will definitely try his best to correct the king who has gone astray. If the guilt is too great, it will be irreparable. , or still doesn’t choose to look back, then Annuoqing will never be lenient.
That holy sword shines because of this.
Its light is the measure of everything in Britain.
"Go to him, go to Annoqing." Bindu pursed his lips and looked again in the direction where the holy light disappeared.
Annuo finally dealt with all the flying dragon knights without causing any casualties to any of the refugees.
"Are you okay, old man?" Annuo lifted up a refugee who fell on the ground, helped him tie his headscarf again, held his hand, and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, Sir Knight, thank you for your help."
The old man looked very old, probably seventy or eighty years old. He seemed to have been greatly frightened just now, with tears of shock still hanging on his face, and he was breathing heavily.
"No need to thank you, the red-haired knight has rebelled, but why did he want to kill you?" Annuo asked.
Something is very wrong with Tristan, and he needs more information to understand the current situation.
The old man was silent for a moment and opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say.
The surrounding refugees have gathered, including men and women, old and young, but most of them are sallow, thin, and unkempt. They look at Annuo with fear and gratitude in their eyes, not daring to approach and at a loss as to what to do. It’s like not knowing where to go.
"We were just ordinary people living on this land."
He sighed and told Annuo.
"Although I am not rich, I have a place to live, food to eat, and my life is considered happy."
"Until a few days ago, a group called the Crusaders destroyed everything we had."
"But after destroying everything about us, the Crusaders did not last forever."
"Neither the man named 'Lionheart King' nor the Crusaders are qualified to live on this land forever, because someone destroyed them, just like they destroyed us." The old man sighed and sat on a large rock next to it.
The other refugees stood around him, all with their heads lowered and cowering, obviously losing hope.
"The Lion King has arrived. She rides a huge white dragon and descends from the sky, destroying the Crusaders, destroying the Lionheart King, and destroying our Holy Land."
When Annuo heard this, his pupils shrank and his brows knitted together. A frightening aura suddenly emitted from his body, but he immediately took it back and suppressed it in his body.
"She established the so-called Holy Capital on the ruins of the Holy City, claiming that she would protect qualified people through the ceremony of holy selection."
"Many people have gone. They went to the Holy Capital and never came back. Maybe we should go too, but"
He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and his voice was filled with pain.
"That turned out to be our holy land."
"It would be too cruel to let us live in a city built on the ruins of the Holy City, right?"
"However, the call of the Holy Chosen seems to be absolute and cannot be refused."
(End of chapter)
