Xingyue, the strongest heroic spirit is myself

Blood continued to flow from the shattered body, the most obvious of which was the huge wound that almost cut in half, making the swaying white dragon extremely miserable.

It was like a doll that had been ravaged to the extreme, with only a few intact skins on its devastated body.

Bailong raised his head and all the magic power was gathered in his throat.That unusually obvious gesture is the most powerful breath of the dragon species as a biological weapon.

Nidhogg had plenty of time to escape and even run to the mountains to resist the breath.

But Nidhogg remained motionless and took advantage of this opportunity to accumulate strength again.

Although the black and red magic power surrounding Nidhogg is in the form of a red lotus, it is not a real flame.

The white dragon's breath spurts out, and the scorching flames can destroy everything.

The body moves forward, steps forward, exerts force on the shoulders, and cuts with the force of the arm.

——One strike, an ordinary slash!

The black-red sword blade slashed out, just like dividing the sea to the west. The sword cut through the flames of the breath, causing the complete breath to collapse to both sides in advance.

However - the Red Lotus Sword Intent collapsed only five meters away from the white dragon, and turned into the most basic mana in the world again.

"It's really scary for young people!"

With his red pupils, the blood containing vitality continued to drain away, and he finally woke up from the crazy blood he received from the witch.

Blood foam continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, Vortigern showed an expression of regret or satisfaction, and he closed his eyes.

My long life is flickering like a revolving lantern.

He was a rebel in Britain because he refused to accept that tragic fate.

He resists, he is despicable, he is shameless, he uses whatever means necessary, and he actively seeks ways to survive more than anyone else.

Only Britain could let him survive, but Britain cursed him and chose to make a pact with those small and weak humans.

But when Vortigern opened his eyes again, the regret disappeared, and instead he showed a trace of satisfaction.

Vortigern looked at the junior, the evil dragon who had the upper hand but was waiting for him to make a choice.

In the end, I still couldn't escape the fate that was destined to perish.

But after experiencing a vigorous war, he died at the hands of the most powerful junior.

That ending is not bad!

Perhaps it was because he was approaching death that Vortigern was freed from the oppressive and breathless fate.

"Junior, I recognize you!"

"In this war, you are still stronger!"

Vortigern's words made Nidhogg frown. He wouldn't finish his big words and then turn around and run away.

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Although generally those who do such things are minions, but the other party is Vortigern, known as the humble king, and he is very likely to do such a thing.

"Although you are stronger than me, I still have a little doubt whether you can achieve this final victory."

"Next, I'm going to use myself as a great magic weapon."

"The white dragon of Britain, whose body was filled with mad blood by the witch, was burdened with the fate of destroying Britain, and was cursed by Britain."

"There is no doubt that this is the most suitable material. With the help of this body, I will amplify the power of destruction and completely liberate it!"

"That was my last and strongest attack."

The white dragon flew into the sky, and its huge body became smaller. He looked as solemn as an angel announcing the end of the world.

First, use magic on yourself to turn yourself into a part of the grand ritual magic.

Then the flesh and blood were burned desperately, first the blood, then the flesh, then the bones, and finally even the dragon scales were ignited.

White Dragon's whole body is covered with fiery lines, and the remaining body is wrapped in hot dragon blood. He is extremely majestic and powerful.

The huge body is constantly dissipating, the limbs turn into part of the energy, and the complex magic circle protects the torso, including the wings and head.

The flesh and blood on his cheeks had melted away, revealing the dense white bones.

It is unimaginable that the magic power like an abyss is stored in the heart, which is the heart of the furnace.

The wings are burning fiercely and if I drag on, I won't be able to move forward towards him.

"Jiejie hahahaha, you don't want to die, junior!"

(Please join the inner group for the ad-free version) Bailong launched his final charge, which was not very fast.

But the overwhelming terrifying power turned the white dragon into a crimson meteorite.

When the white dragon burned himself desperately, Nidhogg was also preparing the power to resist him.

The liberated magic sword burned an area of ​​​​[-] meters with Nidhogg as the center.

Although the magic sword has no soul, it is indeed not a dead thing.

Otherwise, there would be no possibility of existence, and the master would be actively chosen.

This sword longs for destruction.

"White Dragon, which one is stronger is your concept of destruction or the magic sword that can cut off the World Tree."

The white dragon has entered the realm of the magic sword and was burned by the red lotus karma fire.The tyrant holding the magic sword high, before Bailong's fatal blow arrived.

Only the world-destroying evil dragon can control it, longing for Levadin who destroys everything.

"When you were born, you released black and red flames, bringing inevitable destruction to the world. The flames of the red lotus, the flames of purgatory without mercy, the gods were afraid of the power and froze them. Wake up, the victory. The sword brings an end to the brutal war and burns everything."

It was more like making a contract with it than chanting. It was the key to trigger magic, the seed that triggered miracles.

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In this idealistic world, mental images are the source of mystery.

The Demon Sword user held the Demon Sword high with both hands, and felt the Demon Sword seem to be integrated with himself, its strong pulse, and his stern face was illuminated red by the glow of the black and red lotus.

The dragon's blood is hot and surging more and more, as if it is like an endless sea of ​​magic, waiting for the final opportunity to break through the barrier of time and space.

Shining rainbow eyes saw that Bailong was close to the ten-meter range, which was the area where his slashing output was the greatest.

Then, wave it down.

The overwhelming flow of destruction sets off destruction to the world, which has an unobservable end.

At the end of Bailong's life, he heard the judgment of fate on himself.

"This cruel joy will eventually end violently."

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56: The King and the Knight (Girl and Lover)

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The dawn has not yet come, and this is the darkest time.

Although he killed the white dragon, he would wait until tomorrow to clean up the battlefield, take away the white dragon's head, and announce to Camelot that just like the prophecy, the white dragon has been solved, even if the person who killed the white dragon was not King Arthur.

The fire gave off a faint orange-red light, illuminating the small tent and bringing a weak warmth to the surroundings.

The injured Gawain insisted on keeping vigil, but was suddenly attacked by Nidhogg who was ordered by Artoria and fainted.

Artoria and Nidhogg were sitting in front of the fire.

Both of them are extremely resistant to temperature differences, so it doesn't matter even if the night wind is particularly cold.

Due to the damage to her equipment, Artoria was still wrapped in Nidhogg's cloak. She looked petite and cute when she curled up.

"I have recovered the remains of the Sword in the Stone." Nidhogg said softly.

It was a pile of metal fragments, which had become extremely dim, and the gorgeous outline of the Sword in the Stone could no longer be seen.

"Among the Knights of the Round Table, Lord Aggui knows how to repair the Holy Sword, but the Sword in the Stone has been broken into pieces. It cannot be repaired anymore but needs to be recast." Artoria looked at the remains of the Sword in the Stone and looked at it. Said with sadness.

"Go to Merlin. He can take you into the Fairy Kingdom and get new weapons from the Lake Fairy." Nidhogg suggested.

"..." After hearing Nidhogg's kindness, Artoria fell silent. She raised her head and looked at Nidhogg.

Under the illumination of the flames, the tall Nidhogg's face was cast into undulating shadows, but this did not affect Artoria's night vision ability.

Nidhogg noticed Artoria's gaze, and his gray eyes met his emerald green eyes.He never concealed his pursuit of Artoria, unlike the 'loyal' knight who would marry the king's woman if he couldn't.

When Arturia received his response, an unspeakable ambiguity surged from her heart, causing her delicate face that lacked expression to involuntarily reveal a reassuring smile, which was fleeting, like an illusion.

Like getting courage from Nidhogg.

"Is this really okay? Is this really okay? Nidhogg."

"The sword in the stone is the sword that chooses the king, and this holy sword that symbolizes the king's power was shattered in my hands. I failed to defeat the white dragon and needed you to save me."

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——The girl is determined, but never lacks confusion.She just suppressed it, otherwise she wouldn't be so eager for the Holy Grail.

The wish she made was not to change her despair, but to hope - I am not the king who can save Britain, so I want to change and become the one who pulls out the sword from the stone.

Even if all the round tables are served by the king's chef.

Nidhogg stood up and approached her expressionlessly.

Artoria felt slightly uneasy in her heart. She knew that she could not let Nidhogg get close to her again.

Otherwise, he would definitely hear the intense heartbeat that was about to burst out of his chest.

But Nidhogg finally sat down less than one meter away from her, and Artoria breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little regretful.

"Artoria, am I worthy of your trust?" Nidhogg said, staring at Artoria.

"...You are the person I trust most, Nidhogg." Faced with the gentle eyes, Artoria wanted to avoid them.

"Whether it's me or the other Knights of the Round Table, everyone who comes into contact with you will think that you are the only king of Britain."

"...Um."

Artoria seemed to confirm something and smiled sadly.

"I understand, I have made you worry, I should become-"

Before she could finish her words, Arturia was suddenly hugged.

Abnormally shocked, Artoria's eyes showed disbelief. She was angry and shy at first, but then calmed down, but she could not break away after all.

"Sir Nidhogg, what are you doing!"

"You want to become the king who sacrifices himself for Britain."

"...But, what does this have to do with your rude behavior!"

"A noble girl sacrifices herself for the country as a sacrifice to save the motherland. It's really boring."

Nidhogg felt that Artoria's struggle was weakening, and he was actually sweating in his heart. After all, a stubborn and noble character like Artoria hated this kind of offensive behavior.

However, at this time, Artoria's defenses had been reduced to the lowest level, and she was still trapped in self-doubt and despair.

The so-called hero does not only save the princess from the evil dragon. It is also very important to appease the princess' despair and fear.

If Nidhogg just wanted to get Artoria, there were a hundred ways to trick her away or force her to surrender through some means.

But Nidhogg wanted to maintain the character's original charm, rather than make it twisted and filthy, so he slowly but surely worked to improve her favor.

Tonight is the best time to elevate the relationship between the two parties to the next stage. This is what Nidhogg thought and did.

Even if you fail, there is no shame. Even if you are destined to have a good destiny, you still need to take that step yourself.

"I know it's impossible for you to change. You are the kind of king who only cares about the country in your heart and will not allow any personal relationships, because in your heart only the aloof king can save the country!"

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Nidhogg didn't give her any chance to breathe, and kept weakening her will with words.