In the blink of an eye, Melda flew down Hermione and lifted the spell. He said aloud: "All protection, armor protection." ”

The next moment, an invisible wall emerged, able to withstand the onslaught of lava.

But less than two seconds later, cracks appeared in the wall.

Cracks quickly spread across the walls like cobwebs.

Melda jerked her head down at Hermione beneath her, as if she wanted to say something, but the next moment the fragile wall couldn't hold it anymore. Blazing lava scorched his back.

Melda hugged Hermione tightly. Immediately, the figures of the two of them were violently engulfed in flames.

Time seemed to pause at this moment, until a heroic voice rang in their ears.

"Hey, how long are you two going to hold each other?"

In reality, the originally blazing flames did not hit, coupled with the heroic voice, which made Melda open her eyes curiously, and suddenly a beautiful face appeared in front of him.

Snow-white skin, long blonde hair, turquoise eyes full of stories, and a pretty face that doesn't need makeup. The image of a heroic beautiful girl jumped in front of him.

"King Arthur?!"

Melda looked at the familiar face in shock, he was crowned the master, how could he not know this famous Moon Kanban Niang?

"Humph!"

The girl snorted, not explaining anything.

The Wind King's enchantment slowly unfolded, and the strong wind pressure instantly tore apart the fire dragon that had been hovering around.

The invisible blade pointed directly at Voldemort who was hiding in the darkness.

And Voldemort, who was parasitic on Quirrell's body, also sensed the majestic magic of the girl in front of him.

The vertical pupils narrowed slightly. The smell of danger spreads.

"Arvada..."

The voice of the yin owl was not finished. I saw Artoria smile coldly, raising her sword with both hands and attacking casually.

There's no charging, it's just a wave of your hand.

But the power of this sword really frightened everyone present.

The blinding light pierced the air, sending a violent whirlwind towards Voldemort's location.

"Boom !!"

A violent explosion resounded in the sky, and for a while, the sky became extremely bright, and Melda and Hermione on the ground were also swept away by the huge wave of air for several meters.

When the two of them looked up again, they saw a huge red cloud tumbling in the sky, and countless light particles diffused around them.

"It's so powerful!" Melda sighed.

I'm afraid that this casual glowing cannon already has the damage of A+ grade treasures!

It's terrifying.

Melda, who was lying on the ground, struggled to pull out the Remy kiss she had made from her pocket.

Tons, tons, tons of poured down a big mouthful.

Don't ask why Melda changed the primary physique enhancer to Remy's Kiss.

The question is that people are too idle.

Anyway, when the Ministry of Magic came to test the recipe some time ago, he asked Melda to fill in a name, and he filled in the name of Remy's aid as soon as his head was hot.

Later, when I thought about it, it was actually a good name. It's much better than that primary physique enhancer. That name always sounded like Melda was cheap.

Now, he calls what has been added a pick-me-up a kiss from Remy, and what has not been added is a Kiss from Remy.

That's it.

"It's scary!" Hermione exclaimed in heartfelt exclamation.

The terrifying blow made her forget the shame of still leaning on Melda's arms for a while.

The light spread out, and she only felt her own insignificance.

A sword seconded Voldemort!!

But Artoria's face didn't wave.

Voldemort of this level is simply weak to death.

Could she have felt anything about stepping on an ant to death?

"Ahem! First meeting. I'm Melda, Melda Corris. After speaking, he pointed to Hermione, who was leaning beside him.

"Hermione Granger."

Artoria stared at Melda for a long time, and then said slowly, "Artoria Pandragon"

Sure enough, it was her, Melda said silently in her heart.

But why did the Heroic Spirit of the Moon World appear here?

Don't...

A thought arose in Melda's mind.

Suddenly, he looked up and said casually, "How did you die?" ”

"Huh?" "Drowning!"

"I'll go, it's you! No, it's me! At this point, Melda was a little incoherent.

The tip of his tongue slipped, and he forced himself to say, "It's us!! ”

...

Yes, standing in front of Melda is still a part of his soul traversal.

Drowned at the age of fifteen, and the soul came to Britain.

Met a man named Merlin. Magician of Flowers, Alternate for the Crown. Chief magician of the court.

Merlin's daimyo is very clear as the atractylodes that are traversing.

What happened after that was no different from King Arthur's original life trajectory.

After years of penance, he drew the holy sword. Coronation as king!

Everything went smoothly.

But she's a time-traveler after all, and it's ridiculous to stick to the old ways.

And the reason for the fall of the Camelot dynasty is too clear to her.

As a person deeply influenced by the people's view of history, she is well aware that the power struggle of the superstructure is only a symptom of the turbulence of the economic base.

Neither Lancelot's betrayal nor the collapse of the Knights of the Round Table were the root cause of the dynasty's downfall.

The real reason for the fall of the Camelot dynasty is simple: the land has been reduced and the people have not had enough to eat.

In that chaotic era when the age of the gods was about to fade and the age of the end of the law was coming, the violent fluctuations of magic caused a large reduction in the grain production of the land.

And ordinary civilians don't know what gods are, what magic and the like, they only think that it is because Artoria, as the king, has been fighting for many years, which has caused the country to lose money.

So if they want to rebel, they will rebel and they will rebel.

But rebellion means that the king must use heavy canons to maintain order, and so on, and in this cycle, it is natural that some knights will shout nonsense like "King Arthur, you don't understand people's hearts".

In fact, from God's point of view, the fall of the Camelot dynasty in this era of fading gods is inevitable, a mighty historical trend, and it cannot be stopped by anyone, or even counter-current.

But Artoria is not this kind of person.

As a country in which many hardships are in the midst of a prosperous country, a fiery soul, his ancestors have never been a group of people waiting to be killed.

When the flood came, they opened the mountains and dug ditches and bridges to tame the raging floods.

When the earthquake came, they united as one and did their best to overcome the difficulties.

It is a dream to let such a nation and such a soul bow their noble heads.

Isn't it just that the gods are fading?

Isn't it just that the magic is weakened?

Then the blood sacrifice, the blood sacrifice to this land. Fill her with magic and make her a heaven on earth!!