Chapter 622: The Decisive Battle at Dawn (1)

Six o'clock in the morning.

King Arthur's knights successfully completed the authorization ceremony of the round table system, holding their respective white diamonds of the Holy Spirit in their hands.

"Can this little thing summon the Holy Spirit?" Kay stared at the diamond, the flawless white diamond that didn't make any sense other than its beauty.

"Please don't talk about today, the Round Table system is a secret. Arthur said absentmindedly, but kept his eyes on Albert, who was still sleeping. He was always wary of Al.

"What does my Holy Spirit look like?" Kay asked curiously.

"This—" Arthur paused, listening to the explanation of the Holy Spirit crown on his head.

Since the words of the Holy Spirit Crown could only be heard by Arthur, the Knight King translated at the same time: "These are not the Holy Spirits constructed by your own spirit, they were temporarily found from the Pure Land of Avalon.

However, the Round Table system has made a preliminary analysis of your personality, and with tactical needs, the system will automatically match you to find a suitable Holy Spirit for your use. "Oooh. Kai nodded, snorting as if he didn't understand, "So it's just a substitute, when will the Holy Spirit that belongs to me be made?" The Knight King smiled mysteriously: "I'll talk about it later." (Knights of the Round Table isn't something you can just make.) Parin Lore had been watching the movement outside the barracks, and his report interrupted the conversation: "Bixia, they're coming. "Are you coming?" Arthur put on his armor and said, "Let's do as planned." The crowd rushed out of the tent, except Kai and his wife walking in Zuihou.

"Frey, be careful. The red-haired knight told his wife, his gaze falling on the giantess's belly.

Frei smiled and replied in not very pure English: "Don't worry, the vitality of the giants is very strong, and it doesn't matter if you are a little windy." "I hope so. "Kello is worried.

"It has to be. Frey took a tough stance and pushed her husband out.

Outside the tent, a hundred yards away, the tiger man patriarch Robert led an army of orcs waiting.

Arthur also led a group of knights forward, and as soon as he approached, he shouted at his opponent, "Your son is still alive." "Yes, that useless waste is the most tenacious. Roble agreed unemotionally.

Arthur vaguely understood why Albert hated Robert.

"I've once advised you to surrender, King Arthur!" robuel cried, "you humans have no chance of victory, only death!, obey me, and you and your knights may still survive!" "No, xiexie. Arthur drew his sword and pulled a bottle from his bosom.

Robert's gaze naturally fell on the bottle. The clear glass bottle contains a crimson, viscous liquid like fat.

What exactly is it? Or is it some kind of magic prop?

Half an hour ago.

"That's what you want. "Evil Star came through the portal, holding a bottle in his hand, "Condensed the essence blood of 10,000 ancient dragons, the most powerful [Dragon Blood Elixir]." Its medicinal properties are hundreds of times more powerful than the blood medicine given to you last time*, and ordinary people will be killed instantly if they drink half a drop, are you sure you want to drink it?" (*Note: Refers to the blood medicine that Arthur used in the battle against Corvis in the Roman arena. Arthur was later petrified once due to a side effect of the drug. "Knowingly asked. Arthur put away the blood medicine.

He's a monster.

Monsters are, beings beyond common sense.

"As originally planned, Kai and Frey attacked the left and right flanks, and the others supported in the air. Arthur drank the blood medicine as he commanded, "I'll pester Robert." "Action!" the Knight King ordered, and everyone galloped out.

Kay rushed to the left flank and brushed past Roble. There was no movement from the tiger chief;

Frey rushed to the wings and brushed by Robour. The tiger patriarch still didn't make any move;

Leon Dickens summons Patrick the Griffon, Palinlore summons the Black Horned Beast, and the Evil Star turns back into a dragon, shooting white, black, and gold into the sky.

Roble still didn't make any move.

Until Arthur raised his sword and rushed forward: "Robble!!!" The tiger man patriarch raised his sword at the same time: "Prepare to die, Knight King!" He sharpened his sword, and a powerful spatial slash swept towards Arthur.

Arthur smiled. Delayed Robul's first blow, and the odds of winning the battle increased by another point.

Arthur, who jumped high and avoided his opponent's attack, had already pinched out a huge dragon flame fireball in his hand.

With the blessing of Liliang, who condensed the dragon's blood, his flame magic power reached an unprecedented level, enough to put to shame all magicians in the world who were proficient in fire magic.

This fireball as huge as the sun smashed into the ground with the force of destroying heaven and earth, and the roar alone was enough to scare the enemy into a ball.

Robel didn't dodge. The armor on his body kept him invincible, and he didn't have to worry about being injured by fireballs in the subspace.

As it should be. But—"Now!, hurry!" Arthur shouted.

Kai and Frey, who had just rushed into the enemy line, heard King Arthur's order and immediately activated the Holy Spirit Diamond they were carrying.

The white diamond emitted a dazzling sparkle, and in the blink of an eye, two gigantic spirits were summoned.

The Holy Spirit that Kai summoned was unusual. It takes the form of a giant bottle. While the enemy troops present were dumbfounded, the Holy Spirit Vial had already fallen.

Hundreds of tons of white mud oil poured out of the bottles, scattering the surrounding enemy forces.

Sticky white clay-like substance with a strong gasoline smell. The golems are stuck to this mud oil, which will seriously affect the operation of their joints, and the golems will become extremely sluggish!

On the other hand, the appearance of the Holy Spirit summoned by Frey is also very grotesque.

It is a mushroom. Pure white, umbel-shaped mushrooms.

The moment it opened, a large number of white spores fell from its fungus umbrella, forming a white mist that enveloped the entire battlefield. The unprotected orcs inhaled this white mist, and immediately paralyzed their whole bodies and convulsed on the ground!

"You know what?" Kay's spit came to Arthur from the other side of the communicator, "Good thing this guy isn't my own Holy Spirit. The Knights of the Round Table who made this thing in the first place definitely had a problem with their aesthetics. Arthur sneered, ignored Kai, and turned to Robert with an ultimatum: "This is Zuihou's chance, surrender, Patriarch Roble! Once my battle begins, I can't stop until I kill all your 300,000 troops! Surrender quickly, don't add unnecessary casualties!" "I'm sorry!" Roble spat at the Knight King (of course, he was dodged by Arthur).

"Isn't it great that your men can summon the Holy Spirit? It's just two auxiliary Holy Spirits, basically no attack power, at most they can hold back my army, will I be afraid of you?" "You'll regret it." Arthur grimaced. He really didn't want to kill so many people on the other side, but it seemed that there was no choice.

"I won't. We orcs are born to be incompatible with you humans, and only when one dies can the other prosper.

As long as we have one breath left, we will fight you to the end!!

If you can, you can try to kill my army of 300,000 people!!—only a few of you!" the Knight King sighed, "Then go to hell." Arthur had no choice but to resort to Zuihou's killing—the most cruel and inhumane way to annihilate the enemy.