With a roar of pain and resentment, the black dragon with folded wings fell heavily from the sky.

The huge dragon body was as if a mountain had smashed heavily on the ground, and the unimaginable density mass represented the unusually heavy tonnage, and the entire island shook visibly, and the dense huge crack began at the center point of its fall, and suddenly expanded in all directions, rapidly dispersing.

The huge movement of the earth shaking the mountains did not affect the actions of the others in the slightest, even the Chaldeans did not take this opportunity, and went up to seize the time to output something...... Because there was no need for that, another huge pillar of light had fallen vertically from the sky.

That's the reflection attack of the Holy Spear Pulling Anchor!

It was like a magic space-based cannon erected in the earth's orbit, aimed at the target on the ground from afar, and then it launched a brazen attack, and a dazzling huge pillar of light fell from the sky! Even the interval between the last shot seems to be less than three seconds or so......

If this was really a cooldown and charge, and not the result of the lion king deciding to replenish the sword after observing the results.

Boom——!!

In the deafening loud sound, the white glow released by the magic overflowed, and then dispersed! The demonic evil dragon had just crawled up on all fours, and was hit by a pillar of light in an instant, and a huge amount of blood burst out from its huge body!

The pain was even more violent, a roar full of pain, the long serpent's neck raised high, its huge head roaring towards the sky, its eyes full of terrible bloodlust and rage!

Even in the face of such a desperate situation, in the face of such an injury, its response is still very simple and direct, not choosing to compromise, but choosing to exude god-like anger and turn everything into ashes!

Its scales and carapace were all stained red with blood, and its whole body began to emit a more vivid red than the burning flames, the scorching crimson dragon's blood seemed to be hot magma, and the intact dragon wings seemed to have transformed into the elemental form of flames, like the wings of a red lotus that shimmered with the pulse of the earth......

In just an instant, the evil dragon had already turned into the embodiment of a fire of calamity burning in the inferno flames, and the wrath of the heavens seemed to shake the earth, and even the sky was burned by it!

“……”

“……”

There was a slight moment of silence, and then the majestic white light burst like a torrential rain, and fell from the sky one after another!

In the face of this unruly dragon, the more painful and embarrassed, the more desperate it is, the more angry and ferocious the evil dragon becomes, the lion king chose to deal with it more simply - you are a dragon, I am more dragon than you! If you are not convinced, continue to fight until you are completely convinced or completely out of breath!

The snake neck that had just risen high was struck by a pillar of light that fell straight and accurately, and it smashed viciously at a weird angle, and the huge dragon head slammed into the ground!

The pillars of light that followed continued to fall mercilessly, not only penetrating the air around the dragon's body that was distorted by the unknown heat, but it was like a huge iron hammer, which was being waved by the hand of an invisible giant as if it were striking iron on a furnace, and slammed into the dragon's body one after another.

Moreover, the wind pressure brought up was like a huge sharp blade, dividing the clouds in the sky and the flames burning on the ground into two straight and neat.

“……”

“……”

The corners of Da Vinci's eyes in the distance couldn't help twitching slightly, and the expressions of the others also became a little unnatural, and even Skaha's expression looked a little solemn at the moment.

Every pillar of light that fell, it was equivalent to the full force of the A-level treasure to liberate the true name, but at this moment, it was constantly bombarded down at a high frequency of one shot per second, and the Lion King had not even appeared, it seemed to be projecting a pillar of light with the power of the reflection of the holy spear at a very distance, carrying out a precise and deadly long-range strike......

Do you want to be so extravagant? Doesn't magic cost money?

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The earth shook violently, and if you look down from the sky, you will find that the area with a diameter of several hundred meters centered on the black dragon is slowly sinking like nails wedged into wood by a hammer, and the cracks that spread quickly spread like cobwebs continue to spread around, and in a certain direction extend to the edge of the island's coastline, and the sea water pours in.

After a while, when all the movement had subsided, the dragon was silent.

Everyone looked intently, and found that a small part of its huge body had been smashed into the ground, another giant wing had also been torn apart, and the two thick forelimbs had also bent at a strange angle......

There are only two forbidden black horns left, and the skulls are severely deformed...... Obviously, because of extreme anger just now, it seems to have broken through the limit, but nothing can be changed, and the result of the transformation without invincible and time-stop special effects is that it is directly hammered.

However, the evil dragon still seemed to have a rather weak breathing, and its chest was still slightly undulating, even if it was so tragic, but it did not even endanger its life, which was the most terrifying point.

“……”

“……”

The world seemed to fall silent all at once, except for the burning of fires, the boiling of the sea, and the untimely howling of the wind.

Is it coming? After the black dragon, it's his turn to wait for someone, right?

Everyone on the Chaldean side subconsciously held their breath, looking up at the direction of the sky with great vigilance, their hearts were full of a strong sense of vigilance, and an indescribable sense of grievance, they just thought that the lion king was going to appear, and they were fully prepared.

But it seems that the other party does not need to be present in person at all, but can launch a holy strike from a very long distance, and he will be able to completely destroy them all......

What a humiliating thing this is?! But there was nothing they could do about it, they could only feel that strong sense of locking in, waiting for the next Holy Pull that would come at any time.

In this way, under the state of full alert, although time passed by minute and second, the expected attack never came.

Just when they felt strange, a strange and familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room, with a hint of calm as water, as if they were reading some lines—

"I really didn't expect to see you again...... Gao Wenqing, Lancelot, Tristan ......"

- "Strange" is the strangeness of Leonardo da Vinci, Matthew, and others, who have never heard this voice and do not know the owner of this voice;

- "Familiar" is the familiarity of the Knights of the Round Table who have just been named, because this voice is absolutely unforgettable to them.

"This! It's ......"

"What?!"

They all shook their bodies, their expressions changed dramatically, from the posture of looking up at the sky, they suddenly looked down at the direction of the black dragon before, the strength was so great, the speed was so fast, it really made people worry about whether they would break their necks.

And the effect is also remarkable, the knights of the round table have found that they don't know when, next to the huge dragon body with weak breathing fluctuations, a young girl standing quietly appeared.

Is this a phantom? In the hearts of the Knights of the Round Table, such a thought subconsciously appeared at this moment.

It seems to be really a phantom, although the figure of the beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes is very exquisite, but there are magic particles flying everywhere on the edge of the body outline, and even as long as there is a gust of wind blowing, it will spread like a light wave, gently rippling ripples on the surface of the water.

It was obviously a projection of the girl who was present and looked around the crowd, and finally skipped the excited one-armed knight casually, according to the magician's script, firmly controlled the expression on her face, and just secretly recited this sentence in her heart-

"And Bedwell, long time no see."

However, it was precisely because he was ignored in this way, as if he didn't know himself at all, that Bedwell's eyes suddenly turned slightly red, and he felt that it was really because he didn't return the holy sword.

Probably as Lord Merlin said, the king picked up the holy spear and became an undead wandering on the ground, and the Camelo, who is still standing in this era, is the result of the king's obsession and instinct.

So no matter what, I have to atone for my sins this time!

Compared with the Knights of the Round Table, who were instantly excited, Mordred, who was also not named, suddenly lowered his face and his expression became gloomy. She subconsciously clenched the hilt of the magic sword in her hand, and the ugly blood stains on the sword's body that distorted the silver brilliance emitted an ominous red aura.

- What is this?

- Everyone's name was called once, but he was ignored in the past, and even ...... Don't even look at yourself...... What the hell is this?

The rebellious knight didn't notice that Bedwell was treated the same, or that she couldn't think calmly when she found out, anyway, she just felt that Artoria was deliberately targeting herself.

"Wang ...... You, you are the lion king of this peculiar point......" Gawain had calmed down a little at the moment, and he was also surprised to ask, but it was obvious that even if he reacted, he still felt ridiculous.

"Yes, I am the Lion King." Artoria calmed down for a moment, continued to maintain her expressionless appearance, and nodded and said.

After all, there's no point in not admitting it, and after thinking about it, she also thinks that the Master is right, this script is also very good, she knows what the magician means, it seems to be just his bad taste, but in fact, it is very sharp and straight to the point-

These knights are real knights, and Artoria has always been proud of them and proud of them until now.

It was a heartfelt thought, she never felt like they were doing anything wrong, they were doing nothing wrong. If there is any responsibility, then that responsibility must fall on one's head...... At least the king, who can always exist as an ideal, is so convinced.