At the foot of the hill where Cornwall Castle is located is the training ground of the Cornish family's thousand-year-old history. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Almost every time before the calamity, the modern-day Marquis of Cornwall would be here, reviewing the knights and infantry companies of the family, and then leading these bloody warriors to King Carmellot to fight against the demon legions from the abyss with all the legions of the kingdom.

However, today, in this place that should have belonged to the glorious human legion in the past history, it is filled with thousands of half-demon armies.

Under the suppression of 8 blade demons as hideous as little giants, these half-demon creatures, contrary to their chaotic and sinful nature, barely lined up into 8 huge, fairly neat magical otherworldly infantry phalanxes.

An endless stream of gray-green corrupt demonic aura permeated from the Cornish castle halfway up the mountainside, like 8 conspicuous dark green long ropes, which continued to merge in these 8 demon phalanxes, slowly increasing the power of these half-demons.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

With the roar of the huge horse's hooves, the golden hair on Artoria's head stood tall and tall despite the strong wind whistling through the gallop.

As the roar got closer and closer, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table finally arrived at the heart of the Cornish family.

"Stop, my knights!"

Raising the holy sword in the stone in his hand, the entire galloping knight order almost stopped instantly.

The filthy and deformed demon legion that greeted the eyes, and the abyssal demonic aura that was almost impossible to appear outside of the Demon Calamity Period, and which made all the creatures in the magical alien world inherently have a disgusting sense of repulsion, suddenly appeared in the perception of everyone in the entire Knights.

Damn it! In the interior of the kingdom, how could there be an army of abyssal demons!

Facing these hideous half-demon monsters in front of them, as well as the eight blade demons that towered in front of them, exuding an undisguised aura, all the members of the Royal Knights instantly became breathless.

Even behind Artoria, who was not nervous at first, thinking that it was just an armed parade to quell the rebellious nobles, the five silver knights couldn't help but tense their bodies.

"Your Majesty!"

The tall Ranmaroke Simmons, with the muscles of his arms high and the thick spear in his right hand, led the horse to Artoria's side, turned over and dismounted, and bowed to his sovereign with his left hand.

"Knights of the Round Table, Ranmaroke, please lead the charge!"

The sound of the heart shook the four fields, and the scarlet cloak flew behind him against the wind.

Almost from the time the Kingdom of Carmellot was truly established, the knights of the kingdom who have resisted dozens of abyssal invasions over the past thousands of years as mortals have never been afraid to fight against demons!

The dumb hair on the top of her head swayed violently, and Artoria, who was riding on a white horse, had the sword in the stone hanging from her waist, and her delicate brows were tightly knit.

Because of the previous reminder of Bruce the owl, there are traces of the abyssal aura in Morgan Lefay Cornwall's territory, and there may be demonic enemies, and she has long been mentally prepared accordingly. But before, she thought that her sister only had one or two powerful abyssal magic weapons, after all, if Bruce had detected such a powerful demonic aura here a few months ago, he would definitely remind her, rather than a light sentence.

In other words, the demon army in front of her, which consisted of thousands of half-demons and 8 powerful blade demons comparable to the official knight rank, was just "made" by her sister Morgan in just a few months!

As the companion of a legendary archmage, she knew from Edward that the World Demonic War she was in had just ended for more than twenty years, and it was a period when plane consciousness was extremely active.

Those half-demons that fused the limbs of native creatures were just that, but those 8 pure-blooded blade demons, the enemies of the plane in the true sense, it stands to reason that it is impossible for them to appear in their real bodies at this stage!

Artoria knew that she had underestimated her childhood sister after all!

Facing a demon army, this is no longer a counterinsurgency battle like a duel of masters she imagined at the beginning, but a real war!

"Ranma Luoqing, take half of the royal knights and launch an attack!"

"Let these damned demons see the power of the knights of the kingdom!"

His right hand slowly lifted the quaint hilt of the holy sword in the stone at his waist, and the surging golden dignity and fighting spirit surged in Artoria's delicate body. Although the surprise and jealousy in her heart had exceeded her initial expectations, King Arthur on the surface was still calm and calm.

"Yes! My Majesty! ”

After saluting again, Ranmarok replied in a loud voice.

As Artoria responded, behind the Knights of the Silver Round Table, the 1,000 knights at the front of the Kingdom Knights led their horses forward in an instant.

"For the kingdom! For Your Majesty! ”

Ranmaroke turned on his horse and came to the middle of the 1,000 knights, the spear in his right hand raised high, and shouted loudly.

"For the kingdom! For Your Majesty! ”

A full 1,000 official rank royal knights shouted at the same time, their voices were deafening in the true sense!

Due to the flat terrain of the Cornish family training ground, there is no need to use any stratagems at all, and any special troop arrangements are needed!

One word! Don't be cowardly, pick up the knight's sword, hold the spear tightly, and do it hard!

Deal with the demon army led by 8 Silver Blade Demons from the Abyss and the kingdom for thousands of years. Led by a Silver Median Grand Knight, these official knight professionals from the Great Isle of England in Britain fearlessly shouted and roared, brandishing their weapons and charging towards the demon army!

If you looked down from the distant sky at this time, the powerful Dou Qi energy burned the earth, as if a blazing bright white arrow with a silver mangled tip rushed into a gray-green filthy demon curtain on the opposite side.

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Bedwell, the Silver Knight of the Round Table, with his sturdy arms holding a spear wrapped in silver flame and silver glory, was like a savage demonic beast, exuding incomparable power, charging at the top of the Knights.

In front of him, hundreds of half-demon soldiers holding rough shields made of giant trees in a defensive posture, and two tall blade demons guarding them were already holding up their maces in their hands and waiting solemnly!

Undwell flicked the reins in his hand without fear, and the sub-monster horse, who almost had a heart-to-heart with him, snorted ferociously, and stepped on the ground with his two majestic forelimbs as he approached the defensive line of the demon army.

"Bump!"

Along with the ground, two hoof prints with clear cracks around them.

The sub-demonic beast-level horse leaped high and leaped over the half-demon soldiers at the front who were defending with thick wooden shields.

Even, the dozen or so half-demon miscellaneous soldiers who were under him were directly torn apart into pieces of filthy flesh the size of a fist by Bedwell on horseback, and before they could even scream, they were torn into pieces of filthy flesh the size of fists and flew in all directions.

This is the power of the silver powerhouse!

"Die! Damn the devil! ”

The spear wrapped in glorious fighting qi suddenly stretched forward with a fifteen-foot-long fighting qi edge, and Bedwell roared angrily, stabbing towards the tall blade demon who was already close to him!

"You're looking for death! Damn knights! ”

Even though he was startled by the knight who suddenly charged in front of him, this blade demon who was locked by the will of the great knight of Bedwell, had a chaotic nature, and was experienced in fighting in the abyss, quickly came back to his senses.

Startled by a mortal thing with a lifespan of only 500 years, this blade demon only felt a strange humiliation and anger rush into his heart, and he waved the mace in his hand, with the sound of a ghost crying wolf's howl, and slammed it up・・・・・・ (to be continued.) )