Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 803 Camelot, give everything to the sword
The clouds are burning like flames in the sky, making the color of this dusk extra coquettish.

The plateau in the mountains of Judah was desolate and quiet, and the land was rendered a little bloody by the afterglow of the setting sun, as if foreshadowing the coming tragic war.

The Holy Land is surrounded by valleys and dry riverbeds. Camelot City stands majestically in the middle of the plateau. Its white and flawless walls seem to be coated with a layer of red golden halo in the twilight, like a city in the kingdom of heaven, extremely sacred.

The city still looks solemn and solemn, as if nothing happened, but the city is already busy.

"Boom blah blah..."

The armor looked like pieces of golden scales in the evening light, and groups of knights walked across the spacious road with green trees on both sides with sonorous and neat steps, and quickly gathered from the barracks in all directions like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!
5000 guerrilla troops led by "Knight on the Lake" Lancelot.

5000 guerrilla troops led by "Rebel Knight" Mordred.

As well as the terrifying war dolls, 3000 upright knights who have made many Saracen people frightened.

A dark group of people is gathering.

It can be said that, except for the necessary defenders, almost all the troops that can be mobilized in the holy city of Camelot are now gathered in the square in the center of the city.

This large-scale mobilization of troops does not conform to the strategic deployment of defending the city.

The Lion King didn't seem to have the intention of shrinking back. This formation seemed to be about to spread out and go out of the city to compete with the coalition forces!
Not counting the small number of troops that had to be stationed, there were about [-] troops in the holy city of Camelot, which seemed to be a huge disparity in strength compared to the entire [-] coalition army.

However, the predecessor of the "Lion King" was the King of Knights. It is obviously impossible for her to make the low-level mistake of throwing a pebble at a rock, or even giving away a head from a thousand miles away.

What gave the Holy Spear Goddess confidence was, of course, that the Holy Capital's army was more elite than the Allied Forces.

In the central square, the soldiers gathered really looked like a rainbow.

They wore silver armor, helmets, combat boots, and knightly swords around their waists. The blood and iron aura lingered on their bodies, and they were almost armed to the teeth.

Even some archers are wearing leather light armor, wrist guards, greaves, riding boots... everything is available, the big bow on the back is even more well-shaped, and the barbs on the arrowheads are polished to a cold light, making people daunting .

These soldiers are well-trained and well-equipped. No wonder the mountain people who were able to fight before fell into trouble and ran away with their heads in their hands.

The equipment gap is too big.

Even ignoring the strength comparison between Hassan and the knights of the round table, such as the cursed wrist and Baimao, the Saracens, who are poorly clothed, hungry, and with insufficient armor, are not qualified to fight against the Holy Capital. Capital.

It can be said that if Rennes had not strengthened it with "Infinite Armament", Egyptian soldiers would not have such a luxury.

Because ordinary soldiers have no magic power in their bodies, treasures are just stronger and sharper weapons for them. Ren's move is just to level the strength of both sides, not enough to establish an absolute advantage.

The types of Camelot soldiers are also very rich.

In addition to the most common archers and cavalry, there are shield soldiers, infantry and spearmen, and even the "artillery" who operate Sister Wang's Twelve Endless Pillars. The lineup is very complete.

No wonder the Holy Spear Goddess "Mysterious Confidence" dared to send people out of the city to challenge the powerful coalition forces on the plateau.

"I still think it is better to choose to stick to the city. The risk of going out of the city is too high."

Holding the hilt of his sword with both hands, Lancelot stood on a one-meter-high round platform in the center of the Holy City in a beautiful purple armor, and said in a deep voice while looking at the tens of thousands of soldiers below.

Gao Wen, Tristan and the others hadn't replied yet, the bear boy Xiao Mo walked over with the cheating sword on his shoulder, grinning mockingly:
"What's the matter, Xiaolan, are you afraid?"

"Shut up! Don't use this name again..." The Yangtze River Knight turned cold.

Ever since Renn yelled that at the outpost...

"Xiaolan, Xiaolan, Xiaolan...hahahaha, what can you do to me if you just call me that?" Xiao Mo laughed loudly.

Yangtze:"……"

Xiao Mo's attitude and this sissy nickname made the knight on the lake twitch with veins on his forehead, resisting the urge to kill her with a sword.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, did not look at Xiao Mo at all, but looked at the black knight with a gloomy face beside him with hostile eyes, and asked in a cold tone:

"Ageguiwen, do you have nothing to explain? Are you bewitching the king and making her decide to venture out of the city to fight?"

Initiating an attack directly, a hat of deceiving the emperor was firmly buckled on.

He doesn't even call him Qing, which shows how much Changjiang doesn't want to see this King Arthur's assistant officer.

He even aimed at him at the beginning, but Xiao Mo interjected indiscriminately.

Ageguiwen, he has Director Ken's hairstyle, the face shape of the people's teacher Soichiro Katsuki, the eyes of Father Mapo, and the indifferent expression that others owe me millions. At first glance, he is a proper villain and Traitor.

Facing the firing of the Yangtze River Knights, he still didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, and he was full of aura of old Yinbi who didn't show his emotions or anger.

He didn't want to answer at first, but after glancing at Gao Wen, Tristan and others who seemed to have doubts in their eyes, he explained:

"This is the king's decision. I have dissuaded her...Maybe the king has her consideration."

"Hmph, maybe you are bewitching her!"

The Yangtze River Knight persisted and continued to fire, explaining what a high-level professional black man is.

Aggavin's expression became even colder, and he looked at Lancelot like he was looking at a dead person:
"Listening to your tone, it seems that we are bound to lose.

The strength of the coalition forces is no more than 5. They cannot put all their troops on the frontal battlefield. The Saracens are basically not to be feared. The Sphinx Legion has the Demon God Pillar to restrain them... The only thing we have to deal with is Egypt 2 people from the four major armies.

There are 3000 people in the Holy City, of which 2 are invincible solemn knights. Against the [-] people in Egypt, the odds of winning are between five and five.

That being the case, what about a head-on fight?
Knight on the lake, don't be ridiculously cowardly all day long, don't you even have the courage to do so? "

"..."

Your Excellency's counterattack was too sharp, and Lancelot was speechless for a while.

"That's right, why are you cowardly?"

Holding the silver magic sword, Xiao Mo smiled and patted the Yangtze River Knight on the shoulder, "It's just a bunch of chickens and dogs, there is no need to waste them.

My father is mighty!I'm going out of town to fight them, maybe let me charge with an elite cavalry, I can cut through the formation in one fell swoop, and beat them to the ground! "

"..."

Speechless for a while, Lancelot's eyes sparkled, and he kept staring at the assistant officer aside from Xiao Mo, "This kind of thinking is too optimistic.

Moreover, if the king chooses to stick to the city with all his strength, the odds of winning will be increased by at least [-]%. What do you think, Age Guiwen? "

The professional black assistant officer of the Yangtze River has been working hard for 20 years, and he has persevered, and set fire to Agguiwen again.

Gao Wen, Xiao Mo and the others immediately raised their brows, but they were relieved when they thought of the grievances between the two.

Agguiwen hated the Yangtze River Knight very much.It is believed that he shamelessly seduced Queen Guinevere, which not only insulted King Arthur's reputation, but also buried a huge hidden danger. Once the adultery is leaked, the king's majesty will be demolished.

He decided to lead someone to catch the traitor, and get rid of the pig teammate Changjiang who was dragging his feet, but he didn't expect that he would be killed by the harder-fisted Changjiang...

Lancelot also hated the king's assistant very much. He originally only comforted each other spiritually with the queen, and did not go beyond the rules.

If it wasn't for Agguiwen who brought someone to catch the adulterer and accidentally exposed the matter, it wouldn't have led to the tragedy that followed...

"Hehehehe..."

Facing the Yangtze River Knight's deliberate finding of faults, Tie Zhi's Agguiwen's face was gloomy and he wanted to turn back. At this moment, a burst of laughter like silver bells suddenly sounded.

Like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, that clear and melodious laughter dissipated a lot of the evil spirit of the military formation in the air.

Lancelot, Xiao Mo and others looked back.

It was Morgan Le Fay who was under strict supervision during this period of time who laughed, and only she could laugh so captivatingly.

Hearing her sudden laughter, Siegfried immediately grabbed the hilt of the Twilight Sword with five fingers, and Tristan also put a finger on the "Demon String" Fernott with indifferent eyes.

The two of them were inseparable, standing on both sides of the witch behind the round platform in the central square.

As long as she moves slightly, he will kill her with a knife in his hand.

But this does not prevent Miss Wang from saying a few words.

Her sexy red lips were raised, her small waist was straightened out, and there was a charming and charming smile on her fair and pretty face, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

The blue eyes swept across the knights of the round table present, and Morgan taunted unscrupulously:

"It's time like this, there are those who are fighting each other, some who are watching with cold eyes, and some who are paralyzed... Hehe, really united, if you can win this fight, you will be damned.

The mud can't support the wall, so it's better to surrender as soon as possible, so that you can walk decently in the end.

Maybe for the sake of the knights of the round table, Ren can leave you a beautiful whole body, my good sons~"

Yangtze:"……"

He doesn't seem to be her son...

Xiao Mo: "..."

Agnes: "..."

The rest: "..."

This was a slap in the face, but it was difficult for them to refute.

Several teammates were still arguing before the decisive battle. This performance was really low, giving people a feeling of taking jujube pills.

"Don't talk about working together, let's put aside the conflict for the time being, if you don't want to be defeated."

Even Siegfried, an outsider, couldn't stand it anymore, reminded him.

"Look, good sons, in Camelot, an outsider is more reliable than you." Morgan sneered again.

Then, she turned her ice-blue sapphire-like eyes that were crystal clear and shining beautifully to the tall, burly, white-haired and silver-armored dragon-slaying hero beside her:

"Siegfried, what about you?
During this period of time, you have also seen clearly the essence of this seemingly utopian city, as well as the style and purpose of the Lion King, right? Are you still planning to fight for Camelot? "

When she said this, Gao Wen, Xiao Mo and all the Knights of the Round Table focused their attention on this Nordic dragon slaying hero.

After so many days, Siegfried must have known the meaning of "Holy Trial" and "Holy Judgment" even though he kept concealing it.

He is not a Knight of the Round Table, nor is he part of Camelot.

If he dislikes what the Holy Spear Goddess has done, he doesn't have to sacrifice his life for her.

Having received the "blessing", Siegfried is now unable to attack and resist the goddess, because it is impossible for him to use the power of the goddess to deal with the goddess.

But the Goddess also couldn't manipulate him like a marionette.

He can completely sabotage his work, paddle, and even drop his weapon in a decisive battle to allow the enemy to take his head, so as not to help the tyrant.

If he really did this and hung up the phone to give away the head, it would be a huge loss that the Saint Capital Camelot could not afford...

They are already at a slight disadvantage. If there is no Siegfried, who is blessed by the goddess, who is comparable to a top-notch follower, the final battle will be very difficult.

"..."

Facing the probing eyes of everyone present, Siegfried remained silent.

He didn't like the solemn knights massacring civilians, or the Lion King's "sacred judgment" to destroy villages one by one.

Although he has no opinion, it does not mean that he would like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and he still killed so many people.

His silence also suppressed the atmosphere of the scene.

However, Siegfried himself had to be voluntary to do something like not giving away the head on purpose and going all out to fight for the holy capital of Camelot. Although Gao Wen, Lancelot and others were a little anxious in their hearts, they did not dare to rush rashly.

As time passed by, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive.

Xiao Mo finally couldn't bear it any longer, and widened his eyes:
"Hey, Siegfried, why don't you just say something, can you help me?"

"Hang, I will do my best in this battle."

The dragon slaying hero gave everyone the answer they wanted, which made everyone feel relieved and at the same time slightly puzzled.

"I thought you'd say no."

Sun Knight Gawain's expression was very calm, "I really want you to go all out to help us, but to be honest, I can't think of a reason to convince you."

"Why not? Maybe he is afraid that if he refuses, we will tear him apart!"

A rebellious smile appeared on Xiao Mo's face, and the cold killing intent flashed away from his body.

However, her words were not recognized, and the rest of the Knights of the Round Table looked at her like a fool.

Xiao Mo was a little embarrassed, looked at the Dragon Slaying Hero, and said with a sneer:
"Okay, okay, I'm just joking. A man like you is not afraid of death. Even if we threaten you with our lives, it's just a joke."

The rest of the Knights of the Round Table did not refute this.

force?

This doesn't work at all, even if Siegfried is afraid of death, he can still say yes first, and then paddle when the fight starts.

Agguiwen looked at the man with white hair and said in a deep voice:
"Can you tell me why you chose to help us?"

"Maybe it's because you really want him to help you. He is helping you realize your wishes. He is such a responsive hero." Morgan smiled and interjected.

"No way, he is so obedient?" Xiao Mo was speechless.

Facing the curious eyes of Morgan and the knights, Siegfried sat down and put the Dusk Sword beside him.

"Yes and no."

The wind blew his flowing white hair, and he looked at the slanting sun in the sky with calm eyes, "Actually, I am not a very independent and wise person.

I thought so.

Magic King Solomon (General Gai) = God.

Burning of humanity = great flood that destroys the world.

Noah = The Lion King.

Holy Capital = Noah's Ark.

Your king told me that reason told her that Chaldea's hope of saving humanity is very slim, and that keeping the fire for the next era is the only surefire strategy.

She doesn't seem to believe in miracles.

Also, she doesn't seem to have any emotion at all.

No blood, no passion, no unyielding character, no overreaching thoughts... everything relies on calculation and absolute rationality.

Honestly, I don't know if she's right.

I choose to give everything to my sword.

If I lose, then prove me wrong.

This is the reason why I choose to fight, to see if this is a reenactment of the myth of salvation, or a story of miracles and hope..."

The words of the dragon slaying hero contain endless vicissitudes, echoing in this magnificent and invincible chalk city for a long time.

At the beginning, human beings were unable to resist Yahweh, the Supreme God, and relied on the Ark of Salvation to preserve the fire and survive the cleansing of the great flood.

Now, can humans rebel against the King of Magic (Getia)?
He didn't know the answer, so he could only use his sword to ask.

(End of this chapter)