In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Damn it!" Mordred was fully restrained and spit after falling a few meters away, while Jack was caught up by the priest. in the fog.

At this time, there was also a loud noise in the mist, like thunder. After all, Queen Mary failed to convince her subordinates with her mouth, and the 'Lightning King' launched an attack.

They are all two-on-two, but the gap in the French group is too large. Although the queen is not weak, she has very little actual combat experience!Fighting is not a comparison of data. If it were really that simple, the demon concubine Morgan would not have been rubbed on the ground.

The golden holy spear floated and became even bigger after pouring in more magic power. George glanced at the energy fluctuations several kilometers away, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Queen Mary will not be the opponent of the two Your Excellencies."

"Of course I know, you don't need to tell me!" Mordred panted, the 'cake' even had a very small chance of releasing the Noble Phantasm.

"Then what are you waiting for? Not to mention the four heroic spirits standing here, the rest of France will come soon, and it will be too late to surrender by then."

"Surrender? Are you underestimating Lord Mordred!?" The bear shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahaha, put away your ridiculous mercy!"

"Mercy? No, no, no, I just think that a brave warrior like you shouldn't die in cannibalism." The paladin still puts the overall situation first, and monsters are rampant. A quasi-first-class heroic spirit like Mordred is a human being. instead of precious wealth.

A saint knows no boundaries, and he is not interested in intervening in conflicts between countries.

This kind of feeling does not seem to be pretended, and Mordred was also a little surprised, "If this is the case, then you should let me go."

"Unfortunately, this is impossible. After letting you go, the Cross Church will split, and the damage will be even greater! The best way is for you to surrender, and I will defend you in the end!" The knight was full of confidence. Come on, as long as Mordred enters the church, all conflicts will be resolved.

As for the lives of more than a thousand French soldiers?Sorry, this is nothing compared to a heroic spirit who is willing to fight for mankind!

???

Mordred blinked his eyes, his mind was full of question marks, who gave this bastard the courage to enroll himself as a god stick, his compassionate look looked like he was looking for trouble!

"Obviously... I don't know anything, but I pretend to know it! It's ridiculous! Join the church? Your bishop is the biggest traitor! Am I not asking for my own death?"

"If you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense. When did Bishop Richelieu become a traitor?" George's face darkened. Richelieu is the biggest leader of the secular faction, and he, Martha and others don't care about things. After all, the saints are all gone. After saving the world, there is no time to manage academic affairs.

"Take Joan down first, and then throw the whole of France into chaos. Even the troops from the Pyrenees defense line have been mobilized. Those who can do this still need evidence? Are you pretending to be muddled?!" Mo Dredd roared, staying by Rosen's side for a long time, and her verbal skill has improved dramatically.

George couldn't refute what he said in one sentence. After all, the recent shit happened to normal people would find it illogical, and he was a little hesitant. A huge magic power rose from afar.

Someone liberated the treasure!

A pegasus made of crystal flew across the sky, and brilliant light particles lightly scattered over the battlefield. Under the moonlight, the white mist in the dark night became as beautiful as a crystal palace, and there were two girls on the horseback, It was Mary and Dion.

For a moment, the paladin's face turned ashen.

"You are stalling for time! You want your companions to evacuate!"

"Fart, how can I be so great! Who knows why that cake suddenly became enlightened!"

Mordred was not faking his excitement, but George was more disturbed, as if the fellow had no fear of being in a desperate situation.

"To tell you the truth, sir, I never planned to die here from the beginning, that man is not something you can deal with!"

that man?

George was baffled. Now that Ampere and Hogil were coming, Amakusa and the assassin were also in a close fight, not to mention that there were thousands of troops outflanking them a few kilometers away.

"Last chance! Surrender...or die!" George's patience was almost exhausted, the long sword was held high, and the floating holy spear was already more than three meters long. What a magical power, it can really kill Mordred in one go.

At the same time, Ampere, who was covered in thunder and lightning, also rushed out of the thick fog, and his face was livid with the handsome boy beside him.

They were just put together by the queen. It turned out that the woman was secretly in need of magic power from the very beginning, and her righteous talk was just delaying time.

What was even more frustrating was that the Christian saint was really an idiot. He obviously had the upper hand but refused to kill him. A thunderbolt fell from the sky, blasting Jack away, and the four of them surrounded him in a fan shape.

Facing the powerful onlookers of the Dragon Slaying Sacred Lance, Thunder King, and Holy Sword Knight, Mordred was about to go all out, when suddenly, as if he had heard some news, his forward body suddenly stopped, and he stuck the big sword into the soil in front of him. .

Her whole body calmed down completely, but she didn't seem to be caught without a fight, and the heroes who watched were puzzled.

"Bluffing is useless, Your Excellency George, why don't you do it yet?" Ampere, the patriarch of electricity, had a mustache, and the azure current gathered into a ball in his palm.

"No, look up for yourselves."

As if making a bad joke, the three heroic spirits were about to reprimand when their bodies shook at the same time.

I saw a few black dots appearing on the moon, as if someone had fallen from a height of several thousand meters at an extremely fast speed, and the closer they got, the stronger the magic power would be emitted!

Heroic Spirit? !

The faces of Ampere and the others changed drastically. The fallen people were too strong. They all looked at St. George in the center. As long as the dragon-slaying gun was fired, they could still kill the target before the opponent arrived.

Facing the gazes from all around, George chose to ignore it. He seemed to have realized something, and put away the light gun after a long sigh.

"you!"

The others were about to vomit blood, what on earth was this bastard here for, but before they could launch an attack, there was a loud falling sound——

Boom!

The reverse magic power shattered the earthquake into pieces, but the speed enough to smash people into meatloaf could not hurt them. Just as St. George and the others were uncertain, four figures slowly walked out of the big pit one by one.

They were male and female, but they had one thing in common: wearing armor and wearing a sharp sword. Virgil, one of the twelve warriors, glanced at them, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Ignoring the amazed gaze, a black-armored knight with a gloomy face looked at Mordred, raised his head and introduced himself:

"Good evening, lords of France and Christianity, and here are the Knights of the Round Table—Aggraven."

"What a sad night, in Lower Tristan."

"Bedwell."

One knight after another introduced themselves, and the fourth person paused for a moment. However, Ampere and the others were already terrified, because the knight who came out of the pit was wearing a crown, a blue cloak, and a blue sword in his hand. Sheathed holy sword, but that appearance is exactly the same as Mordred.