"Victor, Francis!"

The voice of the fairy announcing the victor resounded in the arena, and Francis's spear pierced through the opponent's chest, blood flowed down the spear in the heart, and there was no breath of life.

The contestants who participated in the tournament were all related, and Francis, who was invincible in the tournament, was like a god, no matter how powerful the opponent was, he finally died at his hands.

At this time, Francis, with this holy armor and steel body, really resembled the dragon-blooded hero Siegfried in "Song of the Nibelungen" or Achilles in Greek mythology.

Countless players just looked at Francis, who was full of vigor in the martial arts competition, and couldn't help but shudder, Francis's strength as a dragon slayer warrior had long been shown in this continuous battle, and no one dared to challenge Francis.

"If no one is coming to challenge Francis, then the ultimate winner of this tournament will be His Excellency Francis, the Dragon Slayer from the Holy Roman Empire."

The fairy, who was the referee, saw that no one had come to challenge for a long time, and immediately said, as if she was about to declare Francis victorious.

Francis waved his hand to stop the fairy from declaring himself victorious, but looked down the ring and said, "William, come out, I know you are here, fight with me, whoever wins is the real dragon slayer, whoever is the true master of the holy sword dawn, and who is the king of Britain and Ireland." ”

William held the holy sword in his hand and slowly walked into the ring, and a burst of cheers instantly sounded in the audience.

"William, you admit defeat and surrender here, I don't want to kill you." Francis looked at the young man in front of him, and had to sigh at the wonder of fate, who would have thought that the guide he had found from a nearby village in order to slay the dragon would now become his enemy.

"Don't say this kind of thing again, you are the user of the Holy Sword Dawn, I am also the user of the Holy Sword Dawn, you are the brave man who slays the dragon, I am also the brave man who slays the dragon, my qualifications are inherited from you, I naturally know this battle, I decided not to lose." William shook his head, his tone calm, just telling a fact.

"When churches are built, the original pagan temples are torn down, when wheat is planted, the fields are harvested and cleared, and when a new king is born, the old king is closed, so if the old king is still there, the new king cannot ascend the throne."

The contradiction between William and Francis is unavoidable, William's own qualification as a dragon slayer warrior, and the right to use the holy sword dawn are inherited from the brave Francis, so if he wants to become a new hero, he must let Francis come to a complete end, and if Francis still wants to continue to appear as a brave, then he must let William return everything he originally had.

Think carefully about the queen of the United Kingdom who was on standby for a long time in later generations and her crown prince who was as long-lived as she could not even be eliminated by the new crown, one was the queen, one was the crown prince, one was the mother, and the other was the son, the relationship between the two made the world redefined, the relationship between the heir and the heir.

How can there be a seventy-year-old prince in this world, and if the queen's mother lives long enough, let alone seventy years, or even a hundred years of princes, she will continue to be a prince.

"Then the new king will join the throne!"

"Then why hasn't Your Majesty taken the initiative to abdicate and still want to rebel!"

Francis shouted loudly, with an angry shout, and the spear in his hand was like lightning towards William, and William replied, knowing that there was a conflict of interests between them, and after they could not be adjusted, the attack was fast and ruthless, and this time it was simply not spared.

William used the spear in his hand to resist Francis's spear, and with a "dang" sound, a huge force vibrated in the spear, and the power transmitted was so huge that in a short time, the spears that were originally made by precision shattered each other.

Red blood flowed out of William's right hand tiger's mouth, and the huge force made his palm instantly envious and numb, but a heat in his body was rolling, and after a while, the hand that was bleeding began to heal, and the originally injured and paralyzed hand also began to recover, which was the first skill he obtained, the protection of the power of Avalon.

"The power of healing, the power of the weak."

Francis said with a sneer, pulling out his holy sword and slashing at William's arm, even if William was able to use the peerless keyboard and mouse of the holy sword dawn masters like him, it didn't make any sense.

No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship, its user is always human, and only a person can use the holy sword to exert its power smoothly, and it is simply wishful thinking to use skills to fight against power.

You're four or two pounds.

The strength I have is not a thousand catties, but ten thousand catties, a hundred thousand catties, or even a million catties.

William took a few steps back, bathed in dragon blood, Francis had not only a body of steel, but also a dragon-like power, put in the charge, a humanoid heavy tank rushed into the medieval cavalry battlefield, ushered in a one-sided slaughter.

Liam and the jousting contestants faced Francis's thorny problems, and now it was William's turn to understand.

A humanoid white dragon formed a huge dragon shadow looming over Francis's back.

Ranks, what a terrible power, looks unremarkable, some of the owners of the rank do not have substantial power, but they have a higher limit of fate, and priority.

It is impossible for low-level magicians and witches to curse high-level heroes and kings when they use curses, let alone affect the fate of the other party.

For example, if one hero gets a magic spear that claims to be able to pierce everything, and another hero gets a magic shield that can defend against everything, then the spear that pierces everything and the shield that pierce each other attack each other, then whether the magic of the spear or the magic of the shield is strong.

The answer is self-evident, magic of the same level naturally affects each other, cancels each other, and finally ends up together, but if they are of different ranks, then it is natural that the second order is better than the first order, and the third order is better than the second order.

The third-order shield can naturally defend against the second-order spear, so the holy armor is the third order, and the steel body is also the third order, if it is in modern times, an anti-tank missile, even the steel plate of the tank will be pierced, not to mention the steel body of the simple copper skin and iron bones.

Therefore, the fourth-order power can break Francis's steel body, but the third-order power can also cancel out the opponent's third-order power, just as Francis killed Liam.

The Holy Sword and the Holy Sword collided with each other, and William and Francis fought each other.

Fighting for injuries and fighting for life, Francis used a way of playing without hesitation of his own life, piercing the opponent's chest with a sword, he believes that even if the other party has the power to heal, but the healing power will not be omnipotent after all, the injury will also bleed, even if it is healed, it will bleed, and the constant injury will eventually lead to the death of too much school.

William looked at the holy sword piercing his chest with pity in his eyes, "If you rely on your steel body, then I can tell you that you will lose, because blacksmiths specialize in steel, fire spirits, boil!" ”

William ignored the injury on his chest, brandished the holy sword with his backhand, and actually directly cut off the opponent's dawn from the middle with the dawn, Francis was surprised, and suddenly realized something, but William slapped the holy armor directly on his chest with a light palm.

In an instant, the purgatory flames in the holy armor instantly began to boil out, directly attacking this Francis, and the flame elves were even more active in the surrounding air.

"Why?" Francis fell to the ground, his body surrounded by the fire of purgatory, tortured, and apparently unable to survive.

The Heroic Spirit is the undead, just a special kind of undead, and as a heathen it is also scorched by the fire of Purgatory, because it belongs to the infidels in the flames summoned by St. Patrick.

Pagans are sinful in the Christian worldview and are to be burned in the flames after death.

"I'm a blacksmith, isn't it normal for me to summon flame spirits? This armor was originally made according to my size, but I gave it to Liam, so my master changed his size and beat it again, and if you want to change it to the size that I fit, you only need to summon the flame spirit to reforge it. ”

William looked at Francis's moaning in pain and said helplessly, "That's the way it is, if you don't take Liam's armor, it won't be like this." ”