Xuanzang knocked away the city gate of the Holy City with one palm, but the price...
It's your own spirit base.
Spiritual foundation is never something that can be given up easily, but if it is for a certain belief, then this kind of giving up is worth it.
She was destined to Fujimaru Ritsuka, she knew it very well.
And in this current war, if we don't make some sacrifices, we really can't win.
The thickness of the city wall around the main gate is several times that of other city walls. If you want to rely solely on destructive power to blast it open, it will probably be more difficult than directly breaking through the city gate.
"Miss Xuanzang..." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the place where Xuanzang disappeared, with some sad thoughts in his eyes, but...
She looked at Matthew and showed a smile: "Since Miss Xuanzang said we will meet again, then we will definitely meet again."
"Well, Miss Xuanzang will definitely come to Chaldea." Masiu was startled and nodded.
"Stop chatting for now, there are still many soldiers and horses ahead." Andersen looked at the scene inside the city gate, with a drop of cold sweat flowing out of his forehead.
There are not many soldiers in the city, but almost every one of them is not an ordinary knight, but a more powerful solemn knight, and all the solemn knights ride on the back of a dragon.
Moreover, visible to the naked eye, several huge dragons are hovering in the center of the Holy City, eyeing this side.
"Quickly solve it, don't delay, go directly to the middle!" Fujimaru Ritsuka put aside his sadness and gave the order to everyone.
We have come to this point...quick victory is the most important thing!
...
"...Is Gawain dead too?" The Lion King's face was expressionless, and all he said was indifference.
Agguiwen knelt in front of the Lion King. He was the only Knight of the Round Table still standing in front of the Lion King.
Gawain's fall means that he is also the last knight who can stand beside the Lion King as a servant.
"King, do you want to use the holy spear?" He raised his head. Even in this situation, his face still showed the indifference of winning.
"No need, Lord Ageguiwen." The Lion King stood beside King Bei, and just looked back at Ageguiwen, "Don't use the holy spear lightly."
"...Then, King." Agguiwen lowered his head again and said in a deep voice, his tone full of sincerity, "Please give me more power so that I can become a knight. , continue to stand in front of you."
After listening to Age Guiwen's words, the Lion King was startled, and finally looked at Age Guiwen with some seriousness in his eyes.
"Agegui Wenqing, have you really thought about it?" she asked calmly.
"If I am useless in this war, I will drink my sword and commit suicide to wash away this shame." Age Guowen buried his head lower, with a sense of determination in his voice.
His loyalty is even more fanatical and unreasonable than Gawain's.
At the beginning, perhaps it was really out of fear of not being able to fulfill Morgan's wish that he chose to stand by King Arthur's side completely, but as the years went by, Agguiwen truly saw the greatness and brilliance of that king. at.
Now, for him, the Royal Court of Camelot has long been an indivisible thing.
"...Then, I will give you the power of the humble king and the holy spear, my knight, Aggui Wenqing." The Lion King had an interesting smile on his face.
He stretched out a hand and pointed it at Agguiwen.
"Now, give everything you have to me, give it all to...your king."
"...as you command."
Agguiwen raised his head and grabbed the Lion King's hand without hesitation, even impatiently.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
A pitiful scream erupted from the Royal Court of Camelot.
The Lion King did not look at Agguiwen who was lying on the ground twitching.
She just turned around and looked at the beautiful and delicate white dragon lying quietly in the royal garden.
"My pet, my mount." She touched the scales on King Bei's body, half-smiling, "Go, where you should go."
"Go and destroy what needs to be destroyed, just like... destroying the so-called Lionheart King before."
White Dragon understood the Lion King's words.
It raised its long neck and let out a long and trembling roar toward the sky.
hold head high------
The human part of it has been removed long ago, and now it is a pure dragon, a pure monster, a monster with a master.
Several giant dragons hovering above the royal court were almost knocked out of the air by King Bei's roar. They roared miserably and struggled in the sky for several seconds before they stabilized their bodies.
Everyone in the Holy City, whether they were the knights and solemn knights belonging to the Holy City, or the people of the mountains, desert people, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others who entered the Holy City, were all attracted by this roar. He closed his eyes and looked towards the center of the Holy City, in the direction of the Royal Court.
In everyone's eyes, the huge dragon rose into the sky.
It was a dragon that was bigger than any giant dragon, and also a dragon that was more beautiful than any giant dragon. In terms of beauty alone, there was no way that Vortigern Fafnir, whom he had seen in Orleans, could compete with this dragon. Comparable to dragons.
It turned its head in the air, and the direction it was looking... was to the west.
Lancelot, who was covering the army's advance, felt suddenly.
He seemed to be able to feel it.
The dragon was looking at himself.
He clenched the holy sword in his hand, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He subconsciously covered his chest and heart, which was the location of his spiritual core.
There was a dull pain there, which seemed to be telling me something.
"You want me to surrender?" Lancelot gritted his teeth and smiled instead.
"Why?"
"If I hadn't led the army to fight in Ireland at that time, I would have killed you into pieces together with my father and the king!"
Lancelot continued to fight as if he was not affected by the humble king at all.
Roar--
call--
Lancelot did not move, but the humble king moved.
After flapping his huge wings, King Bei flew in the direction of Lancelot at an extremely fast speed, all within the scope of the Holy Capital. He was close to Lancelot's direction in almost a few seconds.
"Disperse!" Looking at the approaching giant white dragon, Baimian Hassan felt his scalp numb and his heart beating wildly.
If something like that hits here——
However, before she could continue to worry, she saw a figure suddenly appear in the sky.
The figure was extremely tall, wearing a black robe, with a ferocious skull mask on his face.
What he held in his hand was a huge and old sword.
Moreover, he was already about to swing his sword at the white dragon in front of him.
