In the windy war, a tragic battle is being staged.

Death is not the saddest, but death means that you will be a slave to the darkness, even if the Church has tried its best and is unable to undo the power of the Lich, and can only watch as your dead companions rise from a pool of blood and take the sword that once killed the enemy and slash at their own people.

The tragic emotion of facing each other with the sword of his former comrades-in-arms is simply heartbreaking. The glory of the knights did not allow them to do so, but no one had a choice.

When will we win?

Hope?, a question in the minds of the people.

Hope has always been there, and hope has always been at the forefront, without flinching and weak. It was a knight with wings, like a light.

The sky on one side is infinitely bright, and the sky is overwhelmed by black clouds on the other. The glory we seek has always existed.

The brilliance of magic, blocked by necromantic magic, unable to exert its original power, is a pinnacle duel that measures the strength of knights, the sword and the monster's fangs, the necromancer's bone sword intersects, and the knights burn with the power of blood.

Looking down from above, the crowd and the army of monsters are like black and white ants fighting, roaring with the order, fighting each other fiercely.

All kinds of beautiful brilliance stand out from the White camp, and the colorful beauty is not like words.

It is true that war is cruel, but whether it is a high-ranking ducal family or a low-ranking poor people, every young man aspires to become a knight.

It's hard to say, because everyone's dreams are different. It can only be said that some people like to be proud of the heroes in the battle of hosts, and some people like to be a knight commander and take the lead in the charge.

But the glory of victory, in the midst of all expectations, you are one of them, baptized with flowers and applause, then no matter what kind of crisis you suffer on the battlefield, it is a small matter.

It is better to be as gorgeous as summer flowers than as quiet as winter snow, even if it is just a ray of fireworks, but it will become the brightest meteor.

The Advance Order of Knights, chosen by the 12 Kingdoms, who were cowards and who dared to laugh at their heroic sacrifices.

Your mother won't say yes, your teacher won't say yes, maybe your dog won't look down on you, you're a villain who only growls and screams in a tavern, and ends up being a clown-like character, who is in a position to talk about heroic knights and their noble virtues.

Do you know how brave they are on the battlefield?

This is a glorious battle that will eventually go down in history, he represents the first official confrontation between the Dawning Continent and the demons in more than a hundred years, Roland, the paladins and all the people of the 12 kingdoms, facing a hundred, a thousand times more monster army, bravely raised the long sword in his hand and no one was afraid, because there was a glorious figure guiding everyone.

If it weren't for the appearance of another person, Roland would have added to the church with Lin Hai's reputation as the first knight of the continent, and his prestige would have reached the peak of his life at the age of 20.

The old lich finally noticed the movement in the distance, and he stopped casting spells and stood high up looking behind him. What the hell is going on? No, I have to go back and see.

The necromantic creatures, the pace of the attack hesitated, giving the knights of the kingdom a chance, they withstood the 15th impact, although the phalanx did not change, but the exhaustion on everyone's faces was not fake.

For the first time, sweat appeared on Roland's face, but he stood at the front of everyone with his sword, never thinking of even taking a breath more.

The necromantic army and the kingdom alliance gradually separated, controlling a separation zone of about 5 meters, glaring at each other.

"What have you done, Roland?" asked the old lich.

Roland's eyes froze, "The people who turn their backs on the light and the Dawn Continent also deserve to ask me?"

The old lich only felt that Roland's words were like bedbugs in the sewers, disgusting and dirty, arrogant and unreasonable. There is no need for dialogue between light and darkness in the first place.

"It's not too late for me to go back to annihilate you, how many times can you still charge? 4 or 5 times! It won't take much time anyway, and it's better to give your head to my monarch than any gift." The old lich sneered.

A magic array suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, and two glorious figures appeared on the isolation belt in the center of the battlefield.

"Yo~~~ What's the situation, isn't it over yet?" A familiar figure walked out of the magic array.

Arthur!! this bastard who kills a thousand knives has finally appeared. At the same time, a peerless beauty dressed in a black mage uniform also accompanied him.

Morgan, Priest of Avalon.

"Roland, you're not dead yet, I would have been a little late if I had known I. Arthur looked at Roland half-jokingly and swept everyone of his side.

It was very bad, almost everyone was injured.

"You don't talk nonsense, when this great war is over, I will duel with you, you are simply insulting the name of the Holy Land of Avalon. Roland gritted his teeth and looked at Arthur, who was unharmed, and swept towards Morgan. "I will have the Pope personally ask Merlin the Sage and the Fairy of the Lake to get a reasonable explanation. ”

Morgan frowned, ready to speak but Arthur stopped him.

Thousands of people pointed to the end of the disease, countless angry eyes pierced Arthur's body, the feeling was like ten thousand long swords piercing through the heart, and pain and depression filled his mind.

Deserters, cowards, idiots, waste......

There is no harsh punishment in the world than the punishment of the heart.

Morgan stood behind Arthur, looking at Arthur with a flat and even somewhat unrestrained face, why didn't he let me explain?

"Arthur, I know you're not a coward, so explain it. Gawain rode the elven horse and hurried out of the battle line to Arthur's side.

Arthur fixed his eyes on Princess Andrea, who looked at her with heartache, and she grabbed the reins of the horse to say a word, but was stopped by Ida. None of the commanders of Azeri and Thunder dared to speak, even though Arthur had turned the tide in the Great War of the Three Kingdoms, he did not change a word of comfort.

Because they are all afraid, afraid that other kingdoms will find reasons to retaliate!!

"Great, this was exactly what I needed. Arthur said secretly.

He turned to look at the boundless army of necromancy and smiled softly. He closed his eyes and opened his arms.

Singing softly in the mouth.

"In the fantasy of jade and glaze, there is no worry and no loneliness, even if one is alone under the tree on a moonlit night, gazing at the boundary between the ocean and the night sky, one will feel the familiar thoughts and expectations, as well as the slow but firm sound of the bell. ”

"Where is it that there are no noisy markets, no majestic fortresses, no splendid palaces, but vast grasslands on islands surrounded by lonely seas, clear streams between valleys, and huge ancient trees erected majestically on the hills?"

"This is the ideal place for independence, the !! of Avalon"

A huge pillar of light descended from the sky, and a golden magic array shimmered at his feet, bursting with powerful and terrifying magic power from around Arthur, pressing Morgan and Gawain who were standing nearby far away, and the armies of both sides retreated at the same time, looking at the dazzling light together.

Everyone is an audience at this moment.

A golden scabbard slowly descended from the pillar of light that soared into the sky, and the holy sword EXcalibur appeared in front of Arthur, hovering silently in mid-air.

"The dead belong to the earth, and the earth belongs to nature, and nature belongs to the king, and the king reigns over all living beings on the earth. Follow the guidance of the King's Sword, and all order will be restored. ”

Arthur slowly grasped the hilt of his sword, and the scabbard that was supposed to be in Artoria's body was forcibly recalled by Arthur to perform a ritual that he had never performed before.

The holy sword touched the earth, and at that moment, the vitality and golden light slowly erupted from the ground.

The dark earth was gradually dyed green, slowly turning into a green plain, and the darkness of the sky was covered by golden light, turning into a blue sky and white clouds again.

The necromantic army was purified of the dark aura in their hearts by the golden light rising from the ground, and the demonic energy on their bodies gradually dissipated.

"Who the hell are you? The old lich asked weakly, the ghost fire in his eyes turning from green to gold, and the soul power in his body was disappearing.

This is an extremely terrifying scene, even the church can't use just one "great miracle" to purify the entire forest sea and the army of nearly a million necromancy, but Arthur has created a power that surpasses everything with the powerful magic of the holy sword, scabbard, and white dragon.

"Arthur. An ordinary baron from Fallin. Arthur's voice was as flat but confident as ever.

Lin Hai regained his former appearance in a short period of time, and the scabbard returned to where it should be.

Arthur slowly knelt down against the vanishing army of necromancy, his hands gripping the blade of the holy sword tightly, red blood dripping from the blade to the ground.

"Rest in peace, brave warriors of Linhai. The demon general who caused the root of evil has been slain by me, and the resentment in your hearts should not be vented on the living, may Lin Hai be rejuvenated. ”

A faint light emanated from Arthur's body, it was a small sign.

Holy !!