"Father, what is a king?"

"Wang, it's your own faith. ”

Am I a worthy king? Falling from a height of a thousand meters, and slowly sinking into the deep sea, little Mordret was already dark in front of her eyes, and she could no longer even see the light from the sea.

Lost......

What a miserable loss......

No, it's not so much about losing, it's about being beaten unilaterally.

To put it simply, Modrete is full of fighting spirit, Mordret and Oddavian A, and Mordret and Aodaweiying play GG.

She believed that if she hadn't been wearing the armor that her uncle had made for her, maybe she wouldn't even have time to think nonsense now, right?

Just a dragon's breath on the opposite side, and then a tail sweep, the sturdy leather armor of Aodaweiying shattered like the chocolate crispy on the surface of the crispy ice cream that children eat in summer.

And she couldn't resist the terrible force on the other side, and she really felt like Don Quixote in Cervantes's pen who challenged the windmill with a spear, and the result of the blow with all her strength was that she was like a glass bead in the hand of a child, and was bounced out by Alduin with a light blow.

"Hahaha! Is this the King of Britain?" Joan of Arc looked disdainful as she suspended above Alduin's head by magic. It would have been common sense that Alduin would not have allowed any creature to stand on top of him, but since Joan of Arc had formed a pact with him, he could treat her as if she were his doppelganger.

Joan of Arc transferred her realization back to the land beneath their feet, and the entire coast of Calais was now beautiful, and with Alduin's breath, the sand of the entire coast had melted into glass.

However, the core area is still the flowing glass, and on top of it stands the woman who is full of divine energy.

The bare feet didn't seem to care about the heat of the red glass that was still in a fluid state under their feet, but the scorch marks on the linen coat that could be called a holy relic created by the manifestation of magic on their bodies clearly showed that the temperature was terrifying.

The golden supple twist braid ponytail without a trace of stray hair swayed and floated behind the girl from time to time with the air currents generated by the heat wave.

"I ...... Killed again......" Joan of Arc even if she didn't look back, she could clearly feel that the area behind her was already lifeless, and even a large number of victims didn't even have a chance to escape, so they were melted by the deadly dragon's breath.

Sin, every time, obviously, obviously she wants to protect them, but every time she appears, it will only bring more killing, only bring more scars to this land.

The earth behind her was blasted into several deep trenches by the dragon's breath, and the rocky and sandy soil melted by the heat flowed slowly through the trenches, like the blood of the earth.

Let me atone for this sin with this sinful body......

Joan of Arc looked at the colossal devourer standing high in the air, and the other self standing on the head of the devourer of the world, if she did a good enough job, would she be able to dissolve the resentment in the heart of the other self.

But a sudden turn of events diverted Joan of Arc's attention.

"We are the King of Britain, the Knight King of the Knights of the Round Table, the son of King Arthur!

The whole person was like a sharp sword, the sword was just an extension of the arm, and the body was just a part of the sword, with a shock wave formed by tons of seawater, the petite body once again hit the thousand-meter dragon in the air.

Although they were not at the scene, relying on all kinds of magic props and peeping spells, the wizards of Britain silently raised their hands and clenched their fists against their hearts.

｢God save our gracious king!

Long live our noble king!

God save the king!

Send her victorious，

Happy and glorious，

God bless my king!"

That scene will forever be engraved in the minds of every wizard watching the battle, and they will always remember the moment when the King of the Red Dragon Soul, representing Britain, and the Devourer of Worlds confronted him.

Although the proportions seem so ridiculous, like David and Goliath giants, like Don Quixote against a giant as tall as a windmill.

But the indomitable and struggle engraved in the soul is the foundation of the continuation of this country and nation.

While!

The sound of the gold and stone colliding formed a white shock wave visible to the naked eye, stirring the entire sea surface once again.

This time, Alduin didn't bounce off the little reptile in front of him like he did last time, but instead his dragon claws were bounced off, and the little reptile stabbed him in the chest with a long sword.

"Idiot...... Aoda Weiying does not have ...... Professor...... Dragon's Breastplate...... Strongest and toughest. ”

Looking at the small reptile floating in mid-air, Alduin's huge dragon head could actually show a mocking expression.

He narrowed his scarlet eyes, although his mouth and expression were mocking, but as a demon god, he had already recognized the current reptiles, and being able to flick off one of his claws could already be regarded as the best among reptiles.

Mordret's golden hair fluttered in the raging sea breeze, her face still frazing confidence and fighting spirit, and she aimed her greatsword at Alduin in both hands.

Unfortunately, she could no longer speak, and her teeth were clenched and almost crushed her own teeth, so that she could resist the tearing pain in her hands and arms.

“Yol Toor Shul！”

This time it wasn't your average dragon breath, but a firestorm fused with a powerful dragon's roar.

A fiery magma-like breath lit up the sky, including the seemingly unwavering grimacing Mordret in front of him.

As a king, even if his blood will never be extinguished, he will definitely not be a reckless man, everything is in calculation.

Dots of golden light slowly but surely appeared in front of him, and the golden matrix and blue patterned scabbard appeared in the eyes of the world as if it had been born.

All beings under Avalon are equal, and people will not die if they are killed.

Bathing under the protection of Avalon, it was as if his father was still in front of him.

A big smile crossed Mordret's face, Avalon wasn't just about defense. As a scabbard, Avalon's appearance brought her the sword that King Arthur once had, the Sword of Victory.

Alduin's full strength was stopped by a sudden defense, and when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not born, the little reptile in front of him pulled out a gorgeous greatsword from the strange scabbard.

"I, Mordret, swear that this sword is only against the wicked. ”

Holding the sword of victory in both hands, Mordret had a smile on her face that made heaven and earth ashamed.

“EX～Calibur！”