My Knights of the Round Table

"Humph."

Black Artoria watched her light cannon being defeated, and snorted coldly.

Even if she hadn't met her before, she knew the other party's true identity when she heard the name of the other party's treasure.

Dragon Slayer, Siegfried.

In "Song of the Nibelungen", the hero described as the protagonist, the prince of the Netherlands, carries the holy sword Balmunch obtained from the Nibelungen tribe, and is also a noble knight.

The most famous of his feats was defeating the dragon Fafnir, when he was bathed in dragon's blood, which gave him a near-immortal body.

She understood why she felt heart palpitations facing him.

This kind of his statement was spread, and it naturally possessed powerful lethality against dragons and dragon-attributed creatures under the word of mouth of later generations.

but...

Hei Artoria looked at him coldly, with lingering contempt still in his eyes.

Even if he is restrained in the face of him, the gap between strength and status is the real gap, which cannot be made up no matter what.

"Shine on the spear of doom!"

A cold female voice sounded in the air.

After the golden light emitted by Siegfried shattered the black light emitted by Black Altria hastily, a more terrifying black light condensed.

Siegfried's face became serious.

Archer's attack has stopped, allowing him to better understand the internal problems of the opponent, but...

The pressure from the woman in black dragon armor made him feel inexplicably depressed.

In his heyday, he wouldn't have any feelings for a woman with dragon attributes, but now he has experienced many battles after his sudden arrival.

He didn't even meet a normal friend or a neutral person who could speak, where this world was, what happened, and he was besieged by non-stop enemies as soon as he arrived.

Sweat beaded faintly on Siegfried's forehead, perhaps it was the sweat bead that had existed for a long time, which symbolized that his body had entered a weak state.

Even the Noble Phantasm just now was barely used, so the power in this state can be imagined.

The moment his Noble Phantasm was about to collide with Black Artoria, terrifying magic power erupted from the opponent's spear.

'boom! '

The black light took over the brilliance of heaven and earth.

Siegfried stood stiffly on the spot, looking at the black-red light intertwined with his own golden light, with only helplessness in his eyes.

The moment he felt the opponent's magic power erupt, he knew the ending.

"pity."

There is no way to have a hearty battle with a powerful enemy in its prime.

Siegfried raised his sword indifferently, facing the direction of the black-red light.

Finally, the black-red light gained the upper hand, swallowing the last light in an instant, rushing towards Sieg flying on the ground.

'boom! '

Raging magic and endless darkness enveloped him.

Chapter 281 Chapter 32 The Immortal Red Dragon

Black Artoria held the Blackening Holy Spear, pointed it at the ruins, and looked coldly at Siegfried who was still struggling under the black light.

The blackened holy gun in his hand still continuously transmits magic power.

His death was certain.

It's just that she was a little impatient, and wanted to end it quickly, and send this unknown dragon slayer back to the Seat of Heroes, so as to reduce the future variables.

She doesn't care about winning or losing in the end, but Joan of Arc is still her ally, and her Fafnir is a very good mount. If Siegfried who has slaughtered Fafnir is kept alive, the follow-up will be very distressing.

She wanted to defeat Arthur, to defeat him and that nightmare with her own hands.

"Go to hell, Dragon Slayer."

A cold voice came out of her mouth, and the violent magic power gushed out again.

There was no accident this time, Siegfried's body was instantly swallowed by the black-red light, and she could feel the opponent's breath disappearing.

The corners of Artoria's mouth turned up, and a smile flashed across her beautiful golden eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and an arrow came from the side.

Her expression was slightly stunned, and the smile in her eyes had not dissipated.

The whole of Leon is under her own hands, and she really can't think of any enemies other than the dead dragon slayer in front of her.

And, arrows...

Lungominiad hadn't retracted it yet, and she couldn't resist it even if she retracted her magic power. The bow and arrow had accurately pierced her chest wrapped in hard armor.

'Pfft! '

The black light completely disappeared, and Helen Gominiad was held weakly instead of being held. Black Artoria knelt on the ground, and the armor collided with the ground to make a crisp sound.

She clutched her chest and raised her head with difficulty.

The green-haired cat-eared Archer's eyes were rarely clear, and he stood holding a bow and looked at her coldly from a distance.

"It's you!"

Black Artoria gritted her teeth, her golden eyes hidden under the armor had turned blood red.

"why?"

She couldn't think of why she would break away from Joan's berserk blessing.

Yes, Archer is the one who resists madness and dissatisfaction with Joan of Arc the most, but under the Holy Grail of Joan of Arc, she has become a follower who has no reason and can only obey orders.

She is an existence that obeys orders better than the mad Assassin and the mad Lancer.

Arhcer didn't talk nonsense with her, and shot another arrow, and Arturia Hei tried her best to tilt her face.

Fortunately, the other party didn't shoot towards the forehead, which made her dodge the deadly arrow with difficulty, but it still rubbed against the armor and smashed her dragon-shaped helmet into pieces.

'Crack! '

Pieces of armor shattered, and Arturia Black's beautiful appearance was finally revealed.

She has the same appearance as Artoria, but instead of the emerald green eyes of Pendragon, she has the golden pupils of a dragon, full of arrogance and confidence, even if she is stabbed in the back by Arhcer, she will only be indifferent. slight anger.

The delicate side face was scratched by the bow and arrow, and the face became pale and bloodless because of the arrow in the heart.

Without any hesitation, Arhcer took a low breath, and after a frenzy and scarlet flashed in his eyes, he was reluctantly suppressed by the last clarity.

She gritted her teeth, endured the chaos of being killed and madness flooding her brain, her right hand shone like thunder, and her left hand raised the bow.

The emerald green bow and arrow was raised, and the thunder in his right hand also turned into a bow and arrow.

"Bring up this calamity."

She raised the bow and arrow in her hand and pointed it at the sky directly above.

Black Artoria clutched her chest and watched with difficulty.

Even if it was her, even if she was already more dragonlike than Artoria or even Arthur, it would not take a while for her to recover from the fatal wound in her heart.

What's more, she was the one who shot the arrow, and the arrow just now almost broke her heart.

She pulled out the arrow in her heart, and countless blood stained the purple armor red, but she was unable to proceed to the next step, and could only watch helplessly as Archer not far away released the treasure.

Thunderous light shone from her petite body and reached the sky.

"The Book of Arrows of Appeal!"

The entire sky was shone with a light that almost covered the sky.

Black Arturia raised her head and seemed to see the moon in the sky.

The next moment, the rays of light turned into countless arrows, and in the sky, they shot towards Black Altria with a power that was countless times more intense than what Arthur faced that day, and I don't know how many times stronger.

'boom! '

The violent magic power fell, Arhcer didn't even look at it, and turned around.

Even the King Arthur of that day could not be safe and sound in the face of this kind of attack, let alone a person who was hit in the heart by his own arrow and was already doomed to die.

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, the confusion in his mind hit his heart again. Scenes of what he didn't want to do in the past but did it himself, the memory of massacring civilians and even children came into view.

Arhcer clutched his head in pain, his eyes filled with an expression of almost collapse.

"Really, bad experience."

Arhcer gasped violently, only remorse and self-blame remained in his eyes.

Not daring to think about what happened a few days ago, the surge of her magic power was about to be aimed at herself, ending this bad memory that couldn't be worse.

"Wait, Atalanta, she's not dead yet!"

A woman's voice suddenly came from the mind, and the girl named Atalanta turned her head suddenly.

She could see that a woman's figure was slowly standing up in the deep fog caused by her treasure that hadn't dissipated.

"What is this?!" The girl widened her eyes in horror.

Can't see clearly, but such a figure...? !

Atalanta's pupils constricted, and the bow in her hand was tightly clenched. Even the madness that caused her so much pain that even the great magician Meili could only temporarily relieve it, she forgot in an instant.

"how is this possible?!"

Her hands trembled slightly unconsciously.

The heart was shot, and no heroic spirit could survive. The follow-up attacks and treasures, more she just vented her anger and affirmation of the opponent's strength.

Her body was pierced through by her own treasure and countless arrows without any resistance. Anyone under such an attack would be torn into countless pieces of flesh.