.is Lancelot. "Bindu returned to Annuo and brought back the news.
Annuo didn't speak, or in other words, he had already felt it before Bindu returned.
Among the round table, there are three people who are most involved with the dragon.
King Arthur Artoria is herself the "Red Dragon" of Britain, and the other two are Lancelot and Mordred.
It's not because of other reasons, but they once turned into dragons and brought disaster to Britain.
Although the two of them later got rid of that miserable state under Annuo's fist, they still left a trace of aura on their bodies.
A hint of the aura of a humble king.
"Annoqing, how do we deal with the enemy?" Percival looked at the group of dragons pressing towards us and swallowed his saliva.
In the sky in front are dragons, and behind them are the people who need protection.
This scene always feels familiar.
"Stop them here." Annuo said this without hesitation.
"Put the defense line forward, let's go forward." Bedivere glanced behind him, then looked at Percival, "We only need to stop most of them here, and the rest, the people around the little girl should It can be stopped.”
Arturia rode Ramri to the four of them.
"King" Bindu couldn't help but call out and glanced in the direction behind him in surprise.
"It doesn't matter, at this moment, just treat me as a simple knight." Artoria smiled and raised the spear forward, "First a knight, then a king, and now, as a Knight of the Round Table A knight from above, let’s fight with you.”
"Yes, I understand." Bindu nodded.
The refugees behind them were not too slow. They hid in the shade at the bottom of a nearby large pit. This was just enough to avoid the sight of the dragons. Matthew and others were on guard around them.
"Ah, ah, ah, this sense of oppression." Da Vinci popped a head out of the mountain wall and looked at the group of dragons that covered the sky and the sun.
The sky was almost dark, and despair was the first feeling everyone felt.
"This number is almost the same as in France." Fujimaru Ritsuka pursed his lips and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "And for some unknown reason, I feel that these flying dragons are stronger than those in France."
"It's probably because of the Lion King. Moreover, they are obviously beasts, but they are so orderly. Such a scene cannot be seen in France." Matthew added, frowning in thought.
There was an impulse in her body, just like the impulse in France at that time.
Those flying dragons are objects that need to be hated. Although Mashu didn't feel it, he had such an idea.
She wanted to rush out immediately and stop the dragons together with the five knights standing under the dragons.
but
The combat power here is now much weaker than that at the front. The only ones who can really cause damage to the flying dragon are her and Da Vinci. If she also goes out, then there will be no one to protect these people.
Protecting the people is even more important to Matthew now.
"This distance is fine!" Percival slammed the spear in his hand to the ground, his expression bursting with perseverance and anger.
His former companion is now dancing with the dragon. As a member of the Knights of the Round Table, he has long been filled with anger.
"I'll go first. Everyone, Lord Bindu, please follow me and find a way to knock down that bastard Lancelot!"
Percival glanced at the other four round tables with a sunny smile, then turned back, a dazzling light emitting from the spear in his hand.
"Everyone, stand behind me for now." Annuo just said calmly, Baichao had already unsheathed and stood upright in front of him.
He is the wall, the chalk wall that protects Camelot, and the most powerful of the knights who protect it.
"Another holy spear, come -!"
Percival has already begun to charge.
He shouted, and a horse appeared beneath him.
The black horse, covered in thick white armor, responded to Percival's call, neighing and rushing forward.
The magic power of the holy spear in his hand was already roaring.
"Countdown begins!!!"
"Every team, please spread out! Avoid that Noble Phantasm!"
When Percival roared and released his Noble Phantasm, it was impossible for Lancelot not to notice the light shining from the ground. He shouted and ordered the knights riding the dragon.
Neither the dragon nor the knight said a word, following Lancelot's orders, predicting where Percival's Noble Phantasm would land, and trying to avoid it.
What was reflected in Lancelot's eyes was not light.
In other words, in this vast wasteland, only the tall figure standing on the ground was what he cared about at the moment.
"Father."
There was complexity in his eyes as he looked at the figure below.
Then, his eyes moved slightly.
"What the hell!?"
He swore directly and almost let go of the reins.
What did I just see?
Before Lancelot could confirm what he had just seen, the light of the holy spear exploded.
"[Glorious Spear of Destiny] (Longinus Count Zero)!!!"
Boom boom boom boom—! ! !
The huge ray of light swept toward the dragons in the sky with great pressure, and the surrounding heaven and earth shook with the roar.
"Uh-" Lancelot was not within the striking range of the holy spear. When the dragons behind him came, Percival focused on taking care of the target, but the dazzling light still made him close his eyes involuntarily.
The holy light brought huge magic power and completely scattered the dragon group. Among them, the dragon group at the center of the holy spear explosion even disappeared directly into the light, leaving not even the powder left.
But Lancelot's vision had just recovered, and what he saw was——
"Get down!" Bindu shouted angrily, and the long sword moved towards Lancelot's chest.
"What!?" Lancelot was startled by Bindu's sudden attack, but his strong reflex nerves still allowed him to find a chance to defend. He stood the holy sword [Indestructible Lake Light] in front of his chest and blocked it. Bindu's thrust was strong, but the strong force caused him to fall to the side involuntarily.
This is in the air, not on the ground, and falling sideways is not a matter of a slight fall.
"Oops--"
Lancelot quickly grabbed the saddle of the flying dragon he was riding before falling to prevent him from falling directly to the ground.
but--
Zheng——
The flying dragon he was riding didn't even roar, and was directly beheaded by Bindu's sword.
The wings that were flapping vigorously lost their strength in an instant and fell towards the ground.
This time, even if Lancelot wanted to borrow strength, there was nothing for him to grab.
(End of chapter)
