My Knights of the Round Table

With the arrival of her and the Knights of the Round Table from other lines of defense, the second line of defense was more or less stable, and the soldiers and knights tried their best to relieve themselves from the fear and shock just now.

Of course, the main problem for them to stay here is that the civilians of Loire are behind them, and their family members and relatives are also there. If they don’t guard the next wave, they can run away quickly, but they will definitely be killed or injured. .

Joan of Arc searched for a few times in a row, but she didn't get a clear answer. She was anxious to go to the front line to search for it, but she was worried that after she left, the other side would carry out a general attack, which would cause the second line of defense to collapse again, and she didn't dare to escape from here. He could only hold out hope and search for a few knights who barely survived.

"Where are Bradamante and Lancelot?"

Joan kept asking, and the knight who was resting on the ground looked up and saw her, took a breath and began to reply.

"Master Lancelot was fighting with a woman in dragon armor on the front line, and Bradamante was entangled by several shadowy figures and a gorgeously dressed man with a sword."

Joan's eyes lit up, and she continued to ask.

"How did that line of defense collapse? Those two black lights?"

"No." The knight smiled wryly, "If the two black lights were resisted when Lord Bradamante came, at most we were under a little more pressure, and we wouldn't collapse, but..."

As he spoke, the fear in the knight's eyes was humanized, and he swallowed hard before speaking in a trembling whisper.

"dragon!"

"dragon?"

"Yes, my lord, not those small adults like you and the knights of the round table, or the small flying dragons that we can kill together, but real dragons!"

The knight described the horror of the dragon more and more tremblingly, but Joan of Arc could not hear clearly. Seeing the knight's more and more fearful application, she had no choice but to stop his narration, let him take a good rest and return to the up the front line.

At this time, people also discovered the shadow follower.

It was the Knights of the Round Table first, or Boss was the first to discover it.

The shadow follower has always used the trick to deal with the red-haired knight, preparing to attack her from behind, but knights of the round table and knights are two different concepts, let alone Lancelot's sister who can also be ranked among the knights of the round table , The shadow follower who only knew how to obey orders thought she was powerful and didn't care at all.

Then...

Joan of Arc walked to Boss's side and looked at her tired face. The girl was much older but still revealed her childishness, and the exhaustion and pain inside made her feel apologetic.After all, no matter what, the Dragon Witch has something to do with him.

"Are you ok?"

"I am fine."

She shook her head and took a breath.

The knights of the round table, especially her, are not like ordinary knights, their hands will go numb after chopping dragon tooth soldiers. Killing them is a bit more difficult than chopping melons and vegetables. However, if something is chopped too much, the same action is repeated Hundreds of times will also feel tired.

"I'm going to go to the front line. Lancelot and Bradamante are there. I'll leave it to you first, is that okay?" Joan of Arc asked.

Looking at the line of defense that had been brought under control, the girl nodded, then turned to look at her and asked.

"Elder Sister and Miss Bradamante in front?"

"I just asked. I was entangled near the city wall."

"I'll take a few knights of the round table with you, and I'll leave it to the others to take knights and soldiers and guard it." She said without hesitation.

"No!" Joan resolutely refused, "There may be followers coming in a while, and those shadow followers are also very strong, I don't worry if you are not here."

"then you..."

"It's useless, the people there are very strong, even if there are fewer Knights of the Round Table, they will just die." Joan of Arc slowed down, her stern tone dropped, and said softly, "I will leave this to you, don't worry, I promise you, I won't let her die unless I die."

The girl pursed her lips and wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, she realized that she still cared more about her sister's safety, so she could only nod gratefully.

"Thank you."

The girl's gratitude made the burden on Joan's heart even heavier.

Not daring to promise her, Joan turned her head while holding the flagpole.

"I'll go first."

"Take care... come on."

The girl said softly, Joan of Arc had already rushed out from the line of defense formed by knights and soldiers.

The dragon tooth soldiers along the way were in front of her flagpole, as if they had touched the sharpest blade in the world, but everything they touched was almost killed by one blow, turned into broken bones, and then disappeared into the world as spirit particles. The few shadow servants were forced to emerge from the Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

Joan of Arc killed the enemies one by one, and relieved their pressure before leaving here in peace.

Running towards the city wall, Joan of Arc felt black under her feet.

As if the moon was suddenly covered by dark clouds, the large and connected shadows made her frown uncomfortably, and the script also stopped, listening to the wind above her head, she raised her head and looked towards the sky.

"That is?!"

The moment she raised her head, Joan's pupils constricted.

It's not a dark cloud, but an incredibly huge creature, flapping its wings and flying towards the center of the city from a height of several hundred meters.

Black Dragon!

I didn't understand the knight's nonsense explanation just now, but I didn't understand his emotions until she saw it. This kind of creature, this incredible huge dragon, even if I saw it for the first time, I would feel surprised and incredible. Victory, let alone an ordinary person encountering this situation for the first time.

Joan of Arc glanced at the sound of fighting that was closely separated by a street, and clenched the flagpole tightly in her hand.

Whether to support Lancelot and Bradamante, or to organize the black dragon and the Black Joan above.

She knew that she was supporting Lancelot and Bradamante at this time, and it was the best choice to take them to find Joan of Arc when the time came.

It was enough for her to single out Joan of Arc to make her doubt herself, not to mention the dragon and other hidden servants.

but...

Thinking of the people behind the line of defense, Joan of Arc held the flagpole tightly, her eyes full of confusion.

Suddenly, magic power surged behind her, interrupting her entanglement.

'Boom! '

Joan jumped onto the nearby house, and almost instantly, the ground under her feet exploded.

Joan turned her head and looked at the attacker.

A beautiful woman wrapped in chains.

"Assassin."

Joan of Arc stared at her, the entanglement in her heart was gradually separated, and she raised the flagpole in her hand to aim at her.

Chapter 296 Chapter 47 Mutations

Lancelot's wounds kept getting worse and worse.

I don't know why, but the woman who claims to be Arthur seems to be very familiar with her swordsmanship. She seems to know every move in advance and makes the best response, and the opponent's physical fitness and strength are indeed higher than hers. too much.

Sword skills are seen through by her, and hard power is not as good as hers.Being able to survive until now is still due to the magnanimity of the other party. To put it simply, the other party has released too much water.

"How about it?"

Hei Artoria asked tirelessly, always with a slight teasing smile in her voice.

Gritting his teeth, Lancelot endured the numb arm and the feeling of separation, and raised his sword again.

'Bah! '

Unsurprisingly, the two fought again.

Bradamante is better.

As a member of Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors, she almost always beat the berserk Saber, but the troublesome thing is that every time she is about to succeed, there will always be shadow followers who are not afraid of death Attacking her, she had to give up and turn to kill the shadow follower.

Then Saber slowed down, and it took her a lot of time.

again and again...

"what!"

Bradamante yelled depressingly. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Lancelot, who could hardly hold on, and became even more anxious.

That's Lancelot, and if this continues, everyone will die. Let's not talk about whether I will join the Knights of the Round Table. There are so many people in this city, as well as Miss Joan of Arc, Miss Mata Hari and others. Miss Letitia...

In desperation, her attack was much faster and her tricks were messed up. Instead, Saber took the opportunity to leave a few not deep and not shallow wounds on her body, and turned her defense into an attack.

The battlefield fell into a disadvantage for a while.

but...

Lancelot frowned slightly.

The strength of my body is getting less and less, but the pressure from women is decreasing instead.

It's not a decrease in waterproofing before, but an irrepressible decrease.

It seemed that she didn't pay attention to herself, or that she was waiting for something, and that thing was coming soon.

Before she could think about it, Arturia Black noticed her distraction, or couldn't wait, the gun in her hand suddenly shot towards her chest, Lancelot had to hurry Hold the sword in front of you.

Lancelot felt a wave of despair before Black Artoria's spear pierced the sword.

Although she has not experienced many life-and-death battles, her basic experience still tells her that she should not block with a horizontal sword at this time, at least she should block her spear instead of blocking her and waiting for her to attack.

He just subconsciously thought about her diverting his attention, and his body and mind were too exhausted under long-term suppression, and his attention would inevitably be distracted. At this time, it was too late to recover and change his defense.

Sure enough, Helen Gominiad didn't collide with her sword, but changed direction slightly, almost pressing her sword and stabbing her body.

Lancelot looked desperately at the approaching gun.

'Bah! '

The sound of guns and swords intersecting sounded, but it was not her sword colliding with the opponent's gun.

A sword stood in front of her, firmly blocking Arturia's attack.

Lancelot's eyes widened in surprise.

Black Artoria's power was enormous, almost no worse than that of Gawain during the day, and the owner of the sword being able to block it with a horizontal sword and being so stable was enough to show the opponent's strength.

However, what surprised her was not this, but... the appearance of the sword.

The sword was entwined by the invisible wind, and it couldn't be seen, but it was just like this, she should no longer be familiar with this sword!