This is My Heroic Path

Suddenly someone spoke, and at the same time as he spoke, the elf stopped abruptly.

Artoria looked at the man who spoke in surprise.

It was actually Vortigern.

"I appreciate your courage," Vortigern walked forward slowly, and the elves, King Marko and others all backed away.

This aged man looked down at Artoria, and suddenly showed a gentle smile: "I want to give you a chance, a chance for you to escape."

"Master Vortigern—"

Before King Marko's voice fell, Vortigern interrupted him and continued: "There are about two hundred people here, each of whom is the best of the best. I will send fifty of them to fight with you one by one. Fifty people, I will let you go, how about it?"

"Actually, you don't have a choice." Voutigeng hooked his fingers to the attendant beside him, "This is just a sideshow, to help my soldiers enjoy themselves."

"Okay, please start your performance now." He snapped his fingers, and a circle formed around him, and an attendant walked into the circle first.

"Come on, we are completely different from you, a little girl who only thinks about being in love. Please be more careful--damn!" The attendant just smiled, and a fist came to his face. The person flew out backwards.

"Damn it, what's the matter with this guy's strength?!" Someone next to him exclaimed.

Vortigern narrowed his eyes, looking at the second and even the third person who fought Arturia.

This is the power of the Red Dragon, the product jointly created by King Uther and Merlin.

At this moment, Arturia seemed to be in the land of no one. She had solved more than [-] servants without knowing it, and the power of the red dragon body was completely activated by her.

"Let's go!" The remaining dozen or so attendants rushed towards Arturia amid loud shouts. They seemed to have forgotten what Vortigern said earlier. It was a great deal for a woman to pick all of them. Shame, stop this farce no matter what!

Artoria took a step forward, and water splashed on the ground.

The rushing forward movements of the attendants paused for half a second under her stepping forward. The next moment, Arturia rushed forward. Although her body was already tired, with the blessing of the runes, Her speed is still high.

She came in front of everyone and raised her head slightly.

Boom!

A flash of thunder flashed, and an icicle smashed down in mid-air, instantly smashing the dozen or so people in front of them and fleeing.

This was the first time she showed her true strength, because the training didn't have to be so hard, and, training with that person often distracted her.

But it's not training now. If you want to see that person, you have to do your best to survive.

There was silence all around, and the laughter just now had quietly subsided. The attendants silently watched the girl. The rain hit her face. Although she looked very embarrassed, it only added a bit of charming charm.

Who said this is a vase, a little girl who only thinks about falling in love?

The little girls in your family can hit fifty one at a time?

A burst of applause suddenly sounded, and while applauding, Vortigern walked towards Artoria, who was panting violently, "It's much stronger than I imagined. Congratulations, you defeated forty-nine people."

"Then now, defeat me, and you can go."

Vortigern threw a long sword to Artoria, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, ten breaths, as long as you can last ten breaths in my hand, I will let you go."

Artoria watched Vortigern closely, it was not that she had no chance, although most of her physical strength was exhausted, there was still a chance.

if only--

She lifted her toes up suddenly, and the long sword was provoked by her, and Arturia grabbed the blade and slashed towards Vortigern unexpectedly.

Voutigeng pinched the hilt of the sword out of thin air, and immediately smiled, "Sneak attack is useless to me, don't treat me like that, idiot!"

After the voice fell, he raised the long sword in his hand. The sword seemed to have a sense of wisdom in his hand, and the strange attack came towards Artoria with great pressure.

"One breath." Voutigeng said.

Artoria blocked the blow with difficulty with her long sword, and a heavy oppressive force swept over her.

"Two breaths."

He slashed his sword again, and blood splashed in the rain.

Artoria staggered back a few steps.

The healing power of the runes silently covered her wounds, and Vortigern's eyes lighted up slightly.

"It's a really interesting ability. After this, I hope you can tell me how to use it. Of course, if you don't want to tell me, I will go to King Arthur."

"If you put him in a cage and interrogate him slowly, he will definitely be willing to teach me—"

"Vortigern!"

Arturia uttered an angry voice, yelling at the name of the humble king. This was the first time she showed such anger. The potential of the red dragon seemed to be stimulated again. She had no holy sword in her hand, nor the The spear of the vanguard, but the ordinary sword is clearly devouring the magic power of the red dragon.

The next moment, a fiery beam of light pierced the darkness.

It was hot enough to evaporate all the accumulated water on the ground and the falling raindrops.

"Although you are not a king, do you still have such power? Sure enough, you are the real King Arthur." Vortigern finally revealed a look of surprise in his eyes, and praised the golden light.

Artoria didn't say a word, and took a step forward, waving the sword in her hand, and the dazzling light completely enveloped Vortigern.

The sword broke and turned into powder.

The darkness completely swallowed up that dazzling brilliance. Vortigern is such an existence. The so-called brilliance will only be swallowed up in his darkness, even if it is the brilliance of the king. Besides, she is not the king now.

Vortigern stood in front of Artoria with his hands behind his back, and sighed: "It took me so long to block this blow, congratulations, it's already been ten breaths."