The explosion caused by the collision of five-color energy instantly leveled an area of 100 meters to the ground. Soon a black shadow fell from the sky and, driven by the energy in the center of the explosion, hit the ground hard.
The aroused dust in the sky temporarily blocked everyone's sight, and Artolis cast her nervous eyes, hoping to see through the smoke and dust to learn about the other party's situation.
Soon, her pupils trembled with shock, and the boy's figure appeared in the dust. Wearing armor, Barong's whole body is shining with dazzling light, black, orange and even scarlet brilliance!
Artolis and all the spectators present were shocked and speechless by this scene. They were shocked that the young man in front of them, Baron Bokar, did not have any equipment lower than the level of a god (fairy spirit)!
A formation glowing with scarlet light unfolded in the void. The next second the boy's claws, covered with pitch-black scales and exuding deathly aura, suddenly penetrated the formation, and then a three-meter-long dragon-riding sword was pulled out.
Barong swung the huge dragon-riding sword that was glowing with holy light, and then took steps to slowly walk out of the pit. Although the Chaos Blade was not fatal to him, it still caused some damage. Before you can be sure whether the girl in front of you still has reservations, you must deal with the other party!
On the devastated land, the two men faced each other a hundred meters apart. Meeting Baron's cold gaze, Artolis felt as if the surface of her body had been pricked by needles, but this feeling passed quickly. To be honest, Artolis was shocked by the other party's aura for a moment, but she quickly came back to her senses. Yes, although her body is at the end of its strength, she has not lost yet. As long as she does not fall, there is still hope!
Barong took a step forward, his cloak swaying with the fighting spirit, but it was automatic even though there was no wind. Not to be outdone, Atoris took a step forward, using Sunda Wind to create a cloak to automatically resist the opponent's momentum.
The atmosphere was very depressing, and what was supposed to be a fierce duel now seemed like it was just beginning. And the audience's emotions have reached an unprecedented peak at this moment!
"The momentum is very strong, but now it seems that it must be a bluff." Barong spoke, but before he could finish his words, he had already disappeared.
By the time Atoris reacted, someone had already appeared in front of her. Atoris's pupils shrank at that moment, but before she could react, the dragon knight sword swung in the opponent's hand hit the spirit sword harpoon with a heavy blow.
The weapon was knocked away, and Artoris had no time to scream, because the opponent's sword had quickly changed direction and slashed her head-on. There was no way to dodge, and nothing to defend against. In desperation, Artoris had no choice but to raise her left arm to resist, and the blue Taiqing Sword Qi appeared on her side!
"True Sharp Blade..." Bright red blood splashed all over Artoris, and Artoris' dull eyes looked at her empty left shoulder. True Blade Dance did not block the opponent's attack, but his entire arm was chopped off by the opponent the moment it came into contact with the Dragon Riding Sword.
Things happened so fast, it only took a few tenths of a second from the time the opponent took action to the moment he broke his arm. When Atoris came to her senses again, she was met with a palm waved by Baron.
Atoris couldn't avoid this palm, and the strong energy penetrated her chest, and her whole body was blown away by this energy.
It hit the stone steps violently, and the blood that poured out from Atoris's mouth and where her broken arm was was dyed the entire stone steps red in an instant. Although the severe pain occupied her brain, her instinct told her that even if she had one breath left, she had not lost and she could still continue to fight!
Staring with splitting eyes at Barong who was pursuing him with a dragon sword, Artolis knew that she needed a weapon to contend with him. But the Spiritual Sword has been knocked away, and the "Supreme Purity Sword" cannot be summoned even after exhaustion of divine power. Where is there any weapon for her to use now?
No, there’s one more thing! Artoris turned around suddenly and her eyes fell on the gem sword inserted in the stone slab above the stone steps. She didn't know that she had become indifferent to the sword without knowing it. She knew that was her only chance at the moment. And she also knew that she might not be able to pull it out, but she had no choice at this time, at least let her try!
Enduring the pain of a broken arm, he climbed up and dragged his scarred body step by step towards the stone steps. The dozen or so stone steps were as high as the sky for her at this moment, and she could clearly feel the weakening and decay of her body with every step she took.
His body... is no longer good. Barong will catch up to him soon, maybe ten seconds or even less. Artoris moved forward, even though she knew that her body was gradually collapsing, and her spirit would also collapse bit by bit in pain.
"Sword..." There are only a few steps left to the sword, but those few steps are like an abyss at this moment, making it difficult to get close.
"Are you going to fall down..." Artoris's consciousness gradually became chaotic, and even she herself didn't know what she was doing now. So what if I pull out that sword? Can I turn the tide of the battle around? Obviously not.
Then why do you do this...
The vague consciousness brought Artoris back to that land, and memories that did not belong to her emerged in her mind:
Born in Britain, born to destroy Britain, the incarnation of the white dragon, praised as the greatest king - Uther Pendragon, was defeated in the war with the demon dragon Vortigern, and has disappeared since then.
For these reasons, Britain entered the Dark Ages, but people did not lose hope. Because the great magician Merlin told people that all this was expected.
"King Uther has chosen a successor. That figure is the king of the era, the incarnation of the red dragon. When the new king appears, the Knights of the Round Table will be gathered, and the white dragon will be defeated. The king is still alive, and the proof will soon be Show up," said the magician.
People believed the magician's words and waited here with hope for more than ten years.
At some point, when Artoris opened her eyes, the sword was still there, but the square in front of her was no longer the same. It was an endless field of flowers in full bloom...
The pain disappeared, and Artolis stood up straight again and wanted to step forward, but the blond boy who passed by took a step ahead.
The memory resurfaced. Artoris seemed to understand the boy's past in an instant, an experience that was similar but completely different to her own.
Although he was not smart when he was a child, he was very hardworking. That was the only thing he couldn't do. He told himself countless times. Just like people are born as humans, dragons also have the responsibilities given to them as dragons.
"Hey...you..." Artolis wanted to call the young man, but the other man seemed not to hear her words and still walked towards the Sword in the Stone.
The young man stopped there, his outstretched hand holding the hilt of the sword with firm eyes.
"Before you pick up that sword, it's better to think about it. If you pick up that sword, you will no longer be human."
This time the voice did not come from Artoris. Looking aside, the magician Merlin who did not know when he appeared here came from his advice.
"Not only that, if you take it in your hand, you will be hated by all kinds of people and suffer a tragic death." The magician's words made the young man pause for a moment, as if he was hesitating, but soon he clenched the sword again. , it only took him a moment to figure it out.
"No" the boy shook his head, "A lot of people behind me are laughing, so I think that can't be wrong!"
The field full of flowers turned into clouds and disappeared the moment the sword blade was pulled out. When Artolis returned to consciousness, she noticed that her right hand had grasped the hilt of the sword.
Just when she was about to pull out the sword, the familiar magician's voice came from behind her again. This scene seemed to have spanned thousands of years, and the person who drew the sword finally became himself.
The wind blew, and the eyes that were slightly closed due to the dazzling light of the morning sun opened. There was only a stretch of wilderness in the vast field of vision, and the figure of the knight disappeared together with the blowing wind, just as it had appeared. Neatly, not even a single thing was left behind.
There was no regret in the low voice, holding the things lost and left behind in his chest, squinting his eyes slightly because of the sunlight.
I pray to look at the red earth in the distance, the golden grassland of ideals and hopes.
"Do you want to get back what belongs to you? Yes, this world no longer needs a king." The magician said and smiled: "But thank you for keeping your promise." After saying this, the figure of the man disappeared. Disappear here as if it had never been there.
"No, I broke the promise..." After confirming that the magician had left, the girl's hand holding the sword hilt trembled. Then he pulled out the sword blade with all his strength, golden light burst out from the gem sword, and the golden light spread far away along with the grassland. In that shattered world, Artoris swung her sword and turned around suddenly.
"The ninth form: flick knife·blade return!"
