I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 141 Witness!
Wolf came back to his senses, and slowly got up with his hands.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, opened his eyes wide and shouted.

"careful!"

"Roar!"

With the low roar of a giant beast.

Wolfe saw an unbelievably large lion rushing over from nowhere, and knocked a human next to Arthur who was trying to shoot coldly into the air dozens of meters away.

The lion ran a few steps and came to Arthur's side. With its lips turned outward, it roared with all its strength for the first time at the enemies who were trying to rush up from all around.

"Roar!!!!"

The lion's roar was extremely penetrating and deafening, and anyone within a radius of ten kilometers could hear it clearly.

It was as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was shaking. The soldiers on the battlefield only felt that their heads had been hit hard by a hammer. There was a buzzing sound, and a kind of unreasonable fear arose from the bottom of their hearts.

That is the natural oppression of the upper ranks of the food chain on the lower ranks.

The horses moved restlessly, and the cavalry took great pains to control them.

People looked at the huge lion guarding Arthur, with a little fear in their eyes, and they didn't dare to go forward for a while.

"His name is Sonny, and he is my most important partner." Arthur explained to him.

After a pause, he looked around, "Where is the enemy commander, do you know?"

Wolf came back to his senses and pointed to a hillside in the north, "We've tried it many times, so it should be there.

All array transformations are centered there. "

Arthur nodded. He looked at Wolfe and raised his hand. The goblin's words appeared in his hand and entered Wolfe's body.

Wolfe only felt that his fatigue was relieved by a magical force, and the injuries on his shoulder and several other places were also recovering quickly.

He came back to his senses, and his war horse, which had been with him for many years, was also healed of his injuries, and came to Wolfe's side.

"My name is Arthur zu Britannia." Arthur turned his head and looked into the distance, "The fifth son of Moria, Empress Isabel, is my older sister."

Wolfe opened his eyes slightly, he knew what this sentence meant, if he added the sword in the stone in his hand.

then he.
"Blade of the Empire, Wolf the Red Wolf."

Arthur called his name, and he looked at him.

"Would you like to be the blade in my hand and charge with me again?

For the empire and everything behind you. "

Wolf stared at his eyes, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and a person's eyes often reflect a person's heart.

He saw those nobles who kept talking about this country, but did what they did for their own selfish desires.

His eyes were clear and sincere.

The Man of Destiny who brings hope to Britannia.
A little brilliance once again danced in Wolfe's dull scarlet eyes.

Facing him, Arthur lowered his head, and at the same time, put his right hand on his heart.

"Of course, I'm very happy, my emperor."

Arthur obviously didn't correct the meaning of his last address, but turned and jumped on top of Sonny.

At the same time, Wolfe picked up the flag gun and saber on the ground, jumped on his horse, and roared at the besieged knights in the distance.

"All of them!
Bayonet formation! "

His flag gun was flying across, pointing to the distant mountain.

"Follow me, charge!!!"

"Roar!!"

Sonny roared excitedly, and led Arthur straight towards the distant hill, and Wolff followed behind him without any hesitation.

And the rest of the knights also followed behind Wolfe as if inspired by some kind of morale.

The remaining less than a thousand knights guarded Arthur's wings, formed a triangle formation, and broke into the crowded infantry camp.

Countless bullets were fired at Arthur, but they were all blocked by his superb swordsmanship. An invisible barrier appeared around him at some point, blocking part of the damage from the front.

And those bayonet formations that formed a circular formation, which restrained the hussars extremely, also collapsed under the impact of Sonny and Arthur.

As long as the formation collapses, these Celtic cavalry with sabers can attack them in a dimension-reducing manner.

At this moment, they are like a tank with armor stacked on them, crushing this group of infantry.

And their target, Major General Sanchez of the West French Empire on the hillside, watched all this with a gloomy expression.

Looking at the Celtic Knights who had been eaten away by their military power, but now rejuvenated.

"Who is that boy riding a lion?"

"I don't know, we don't have any information about him in our intelligence." The adjutant said, "Do you want to retreat?"

"I said, there is no reason for the army of West France to retreat!" Sanchez snapped.

After a pause, he said, "Move all the muzzles to this side!"

The adjutant's face changed, "But, our people."

"Are you the commander, or am I the commander?" Sanchez asked mercilessly.

The adjutant struggled for a while, then bowed his head and said, "Yes."

Then, he picked up the trumpet in his hand and began to give orders to the artillery.

The artillery turned around and aimed directly at the cavalry who were running, after a simple calibration.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!..."

Hundreds of artillery fire formed a dense rain of bullets, blasting towards the cavalry formation.

Some fell among their own lines, some missed, but still others hit the cavalry regiments.

But fortunately, only some horses were injured.

But then, after the artillerymen corrected the muzzle, they fired another round!
Hundreds of shells made a beautiful arc in the air. This time the shells were extremely accurate, and they were about to hit Arthur!

I saw Arthur standing on Sonny's back with his knees bent, grabbing his mane with one hand, and holding the sword in the stone with the other, adapting to his running with the ups and downs of his back.

Suddenly, under the horrified eyes of the people around, Arthur jumped more than ten meters high on the lion's back!
The blade slashed from bottom to top, and before the cannonball hit the ground, it was split in two by the sharpness of the blade in the air.

After that, Arthur landed firmly on the ground again.

This inhuman scene made the entire battlefield a little silent.

However, only Arthur knows that although his strength and speed are stronger than ordinary people, and he also possesses some magic.

But his magic power and physical strength are limited, there are too many people here, even if he can pass that level psychologically, he can't pass it physically.

Although just because of Arthur, the charge of the Celtic Knights was reorganized.

But both horses and human physical strength have actually reached their limits.

If you continue to charge with him, the casualties may be very terrible.

If you want to win, you must either mentally shock the thousands of troops, or directly kill the enemy's commander.

Arthur thought for a while, and estimated the distance between himself and the enemy commander.

Without any hesitation, he held the handle of the sword with both hands, pointing the blade at the sky.

Although it will instantly drain your magic power and put yourself in danger.

But this is what he has to do after he draws out the sword.

What he bears on his body is no longer his own will.

He took a deep breath, the magic power around him began to boil and roll, and the dazzling flames began to rippling on the sword. It was a wonderful scene produced by the magic power increase on the sword in the stone and his magic power and the vibration of the air.

But even so, Arthur was still using the goblin characters, and he muttered the characters in a low voice.

"Sharp."

"Increase."

"Giant."

In the imperial capital.

The crowded streets have not flowed for a long time, people's panic and shouting are getting louder, and the despair in their hearts is getting stronger.

A child who was hugged by his mother raised his head and asked.

"Mom, are we going to die?"

The mother didn't speak, but bit her lip and hugged her tightly.

The middle-aged people beside them had tears in their eyes, holding their heads in their hands, sobbing in a low voice.

Britannia has not been without war in recent years.

They knew exactly what would happen once the West French army invaded the imperial capital.

Their land, wealth, women and even the lives of their children will be threatened.

The child's eyes dimmed, and the foggy sky was like a huge shroud, making the streets of the city darker.

However, at this moment, the child seemed to have discovered something. He raised his head and pointed into the distance.

"What's there?"

The mother and the people around looked in the direction he was pointing, and opened their eyes slightly.

Every time Arthur uttered a sentence, the brilliance of the sword in the stone became brighter.

He attracted the magic power from all directions, condensed it into countless light spots floating in the air, like countless fireflies shining with platinum brilliance, covering this area in a sea of ​​light.

Everyone's eyes widened, watching the more and more shining light on the holy sword, attracted by the dreamlike color.

Staring at the beam of light, even Sanchez's eyes were a little absent-minded, forgetting that the danger was approaching.

The first wave of troops from the imperial city also arrived at this moment, and all the soldiers, civilians and generals saw this scene at this moment.

Their breathing almost stopped, and the dazzling light of stars began to extend from the boundary between the earth and the sky, as if to take away half of the sky.

On the hill, Xia Ya who was watching the battle slowly opened the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely joyful smile.

Alicia frowned, "With such a big fluctuation in magic power, will his magic power be drained all at once?"

"But this is also the only choice. What he wants to defeat has never been this army, but the army's spirit."

Xia got down from the old man and looked at the shining light in the distance, with uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

"Alicia, remember this day, this is the opening of the legend!
His will will start today and be implemented to the end! "

Shaar opened his hands, and his voice gradually became passionate, as if he was facing Alicia, and also seemed to be facing this empire and this world, like an announcement before the beginning of a musical.

"Witness, the epic of the Eternal King will be sung today!"

The moment his words fell, the swordsman swung his long sword at the mountain in the distance!

Gazing at the beam of light that fills the retina, as if piercing the sky and the earth.

Whether it is ordinary people or soldiers, or even people who are fleeing in the imperial capital, they all seem to see this beam of light.

Everyone's aura froze at this moment...

(End of this chapter)