Dark Soul Moon

Soon, the group bid farewell to the surviving residents, and took advantage of the night to rush towards their destination.

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Lanlot walked on the road, holding the holy sword bestowed by the fairy of the foster mother lake in his hand, and walked carefully in the woods.

There were bloodstains everywhere in the woods, and occasionally fallen corpses could be seen.

Those corpses were those of the Saxons. Langlot, who had been traveling on the British island for a period of time, naturally understood the current situation in Britain.

And now, the bodies of the Saxons were all lying on the ground.

The wound was either in the neck or in the heart.

And the performance of the wounds made him a little confused. Some wounds were caused by gun penetration, and some were caused by sword blades.

He speculated that a group of people might have encountered Saxon soldiers and killed them all.

After maintaining his vigilance and walking out of the woods, he saw a village with a faint fire in the distance.

"..."

Langlot immediately accelerated his speed, hoping to save some villagers.

It looked like the Saxons ran into a group of people after they had plundered the village, and were killed.

"Hopefully there are survivors."

Langlot ran, hoping.

As soon as he entered the village, he saw a group of people dressed as villagers carrying supplies.

Seeing him coming, several villagers immediately drew out their crude weapons and pointed at him.

"I am a traveling knight, do you need my help?" Langlot immediately expressed that he was not hostile.

Soon, a villager stepped forward, and after looking at Langlot's attire, he said: "We have just been attacked by the Saxons. Fortunately, a kind knight Ji and her companions repelled the Saxons. Xon."

"Knight Princess?" Langlot's expression was a little surprised.

female knight?Langlot grew up so big that he had only seen one or two in the painting world where his adoptive mother lived.

After arriving outside, he never saw the female knight again.

"I advise you not to think of her." The villager immediately reminded, "There is a very terrifying knight among her companions."

"I don't think the other party is human at all. That lion knight is like coming out of hell. He killed all the Saxon soldiers who blocked the village by himself."

Langlot's eyes widened. He didn't expect to hear the news of the Lion Knight here.

"What does the Lion Rider look like?" he asked eagerly.

The villager's expression froze for a moment, and then he looked at Langlot with strange eyes for an instant.

"That lion knight wears a golden lion helmet." The villager described, and then Langlot's eyes became more eager.

"I think you'd better not be interested in him."

said the villagers.

"I have my own sense of proportion, tell me where the other party has gone?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know, but the other party once talked to Knight Ji about going to hunt dragons."

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Chapter 26 night

"Hunting dragon?" Langlot was lost in thought.

He had never heard of dragons in Britain, except for the immortal red dragon mentioned in the prophecy.

But that looked more like a reference to someone than an actual dragon.

Besides, he heard no more about dragons in Britain where the mysteries were fading.

In the painting world, there are some dragons who evacuated from the outside world a long time ago. Could it be that the other party is going to the painting world?

But the painting world currently only accepts those fantasy creatures, including dragons, goblins and so on.

If Avalon, where his adoptive mother lived, was not integrated into the painting world, Langlot might not be able to enter the painting world.

The painting world itself is a world that accepts taboos who have nowhere to go, whether it is a goblin, a dragon, or... the remnants of the previous era.

Lanlot bid farewell to the villagers and left.

There was still too little information, and he needed more intelligence.

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After leaving the village, Artoria remained silent.

After all, the Saxon soldiers who attacked the village were probably targeting their group.

Although the little girl thanked Artoria, in the final analysis, without the arrival of their group, the village would not have suffered such a catastrophe.

Sitting in front of the burning bonfire, Arturia's face was illuminated by the flames.

A group of people prepare to sleep on the spot.