The first king, Az-Tris, once said that a good knight is always introspective and admits his shortcomings, and that knights are not born strong, but only when they see their weaknesses can they find a way to become stronger.

This passage is taken from the biography of the first king, which records why he single-handedly formed the Horuthia League. Ramov-Lancelot was not a lover of literature, but the biography was the only book he had read more than three times. For some reason, the introduction to the first page of the biography popped into his mind.

The flames caught his eye, and his body was easily knocked down on the dome of the church.

The church's defensive barrier is still rapidly drying up, and I am afraid that the barrier will collapse in a few minutes, and he lying here or being Phoenix naturally unable to stop the Holy Maiden from awakening the power of the other half. Every time he read the biography, Ramov's mood shifted to varying degrees, and this time, he felt as if King Teres was reminding him that this was the limit of his role as a Knight of the Round Table.

Trying to defeat a Calamity-level monster is not something that can be done with a word of cruelty or stubbornness, especially since Phoenix is still a monster that cannot be injured or die, and with this ability alone, she has surpassed half of the Calamity-level monsters.

This time, Phoenix didn't lose sight of her goal, and after knocking out Ramov with a single claw, she quickly flapped her wings and came in pursuit.

Objectively speaking, Phoenix is a whole level stronger than him, able to confront the Calamity-level monster man head-on, can be counted on one hand in the long history of Holutia, and the sky is not a combat field that Ramov is good at, so it is completely reasonable to lose to Phoenix.

He glanced at the porch of the church, where the bishop was long gone.

With such an obvious ending, the "sane" bishop may have seen through it a long time ago, so he had no intention of appreciating this battle at all.

Facing Phoenix as it got closer, Ramov raised his arm, and the crumbling rock slowly focused on him.

......

"Bishop, Knight Ramov he ......"

A knight of the Church hurried into the Council of the Round Table, and when he saw the Bishop alone entering the chamber at such a time of crisis, he had to venture in.

Because the scene outside is so tragic, normally the Knights of the Round Table is the lifelong goal of every knight, and every time they make a move, they can get extremely excited as Knights of the Church, but this time, he has the illusion that his faith has collapsed - the Knights of the Round Table, the pride of the Church, is powerless in front of the dragon! What happened to the Knight Ramov-Lancelot made him so frightened that he felt that the entire Church headquarters could be destroyed by the dragon!

In addition to the Inquisitors rushing to the front line, there are also nuns and recruits in the church, and once the barrier is destroyed, the scorching dragon's breath will easily burn them out.

What he didn't understand was why, at such an existential juncture, the bishop had the leisure to sit in the church and read the bills.

"Ramov is dead?"

The pen in the bishop's hand moved, and he said without raising his head.

"No, but Lord Ramov is in a bad situation!" the knight replied hurriedly.

As he stormed the church, Lord Ramov was slammed into the dome of the church by the dragon, and he was smashed into a small piece of the defensive barrier before he was able to soften the impact. After shooting down Ramov, the dragon had no intention of stopping at all, and after circling in the air, it rushed straight to Ramov's landing point.

Maybe......

In the time he had been running in, His Highness Ramov Lancelot had already been killed.

He couldn't help but have this bad thought.

"Well, wait until he's dead to come back to me. The bishop replied indifferently, and then turned his attention again to the bill in his hand—Ramov's defeat was inevitable, but he needed to fill out the emergency bill when he went through the process of defeat and even the process, and he would fill in his signature after the knights of the church confirmed that Ramov had died in battle.

He had long been accustomed to sacrifice.

Graheid's sacrifice, Belvede's sacrifice, Melia's sacrifice...... There are countless knights who have devoted all their lives to the church, and even most of the victims are difficult to remember their names, so it can be said that the Order's ability to stand to this day is based on the sacrifice of countless people.

Moreover, he had fulfilled his duty as bishop to tell Ramov another way, except that the latter still insisted on the stupid and outdated chivalric tradition. However, Ramov's sacrifice was not worthless, and it was of more long-term value to let the saint regain the other half of his power, and the only regret was that Ramov failed to designate a successor to his throne before his death.

The knight couldn't believe his ears.

"Your Excellency...... Did I hear it wrong?"

"Is there something I haven't made clear?" the bishop finally stopped his pen and looked up, "Go out and get the news of the death of Knight Ramov-Lancelot, and then come back and tell me so that I can complete this bill!"

"Yes, Lord Bishop!"

The knight ran out of the church with a blushing face, he had no position to contradict the bishop's decision, let alone the strength to support Ramov, as long as he made a slight noise in the doorway, he dared to guarantee that he would die in front of Ramov.

Or, when he walked out of the church, he saw Ramov's broken body.

However, when he returned to the church door, he was stunned.

The figure of the dragon was not far in front of Ramov, and her long horns rested in front of him, and above the dome, he faintly saw another figure.

"Hmph, I'm still wondering when you kid will arrive. ”

Although Ramov's raised left arm was already scarred, and his right arm hung weakly by his side, he still spoke in a strong tone and said half-jokingly: "It seems that I am not the only one who likes to be late, and now you must treat me to two years of toast to compensate for my loss." ”

"Ten years is fine. Lin Qiu responded.

But the reality is far less relaxed than he appears.

The deep sea against Phoenix's horns was trembling slightly, and it felt like a huge mountain was pressing down. Demonic patterns crawled all over his arms, and with the help of Ukigaku's power, he barely managed to withstand Phoenix's impact. And he also saw Phoenix's expression clearly by the way.

The red dragon's eyes locked on him, no longer showing all the killing intent, but instead a fleeting doubt.

"Phoenix ......"

Phoenix let out a low roar, and the pressure on the horns suddenly increased a few more points.

The defensive barrier under Lin Qiu and Ramov's feet was completely shattered, and the delicate bricks and tiles slipped down one by one, and within a few seconds, the entire church dome would completely collapse.

Lin Qiu gritted his teeth, grabbed Ramov with his other hand, and jumped backwards.

- "It's time for you to lose weight, Phoenix!"

At the same time, the back of the sword in his hand slammed into Phoenix's horns, bursting with dazzling sparks.