My Knights of the Round Table

"I am the guardian of Erin. The glorious leader of the Fiona Knights. The man who defeated Nuyada... Finn McCool. And this is the number one warrior of the Fiona Knights, Diarmuid Odina."

Arthur pondered for a few seconds.

It's not that he doesn't want to reveal his identity. It doesn't matter whether he says it or not. There will be no means against him and he won't hide it for too long.

It's just that Finn's too much self-introduction and name made him subconsciously want to introduce himself and name him. No matter what, he felt that he couldn't be weaker than him.

"Arthur Pendragon."

After thinking about it, he simply said his name.

It would be embarrassing to say too much in the opening remarks that were not prepared, but his name did not need too much explanation in the world where Camelot was the home field in the fifth century.

"It turned out to be the famous King Arthur."

Finn's eyes were filled with amazement, but Diarmuid's fighting spirit was even stronger.

The name of the Knights of the Round Table is much louder than that of the Knights of Fiona, or King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table are the most famous existences among the Celtics.

This made them feel dissatisfied and fighting spirit who knew a lot of information from the Hall of Valor.

It is impossible to say that there is no idea to let the world know that the Fiona Knights are not weaker than the Knights of the Round Table, or even stronger than the Knights of the Round Table.

"It turned out to be like this. Originally, as the leader of the Fiona Knights, I should have a decisive battle with you as the leader of the Knights of the Round Table to show respect, but I am more of a leader than a warrior."

Finn smiled faintly, with some helplessness.

"It's okay." Arthur said casually.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Finn paused, then looked at the man beside him and said proudly.

"Leave this matter to the number one warrior of my knight order, Diarmuid Audina, to do it, and bet on the glory of the Fiona Knights!"

"Obey! My king!"

Diarmuid pulled the other gun without hesitation.

Knowing that the opponent is the famous King Arthur, he has no intention of hiding his strength.What's more, the other party already knew his real name, so it didn't make sense to hide the gun.

Anyone who knows him knows that he uses two guns, one long and one short.

Diarmuid held the blood-red spear in one hand, and the short yellow spear in the other.It was said to be a short spear, but it was only a few inches broken from the blood-red long spear.

But for fighters, one long and one short weapon is too in the way.

Arthur raised the sword of sworn victory.

The Wind King enchantment is still wrapped around the sword, making it hard to see its length.

"One long and one short? Interesting."

As Arthur said, he disappeared in an instant.

"So fast!"

Diarmuid looked at Arthur's almost disappearing speed, his pupils constricted slightly.

'Bah! '

The blood-red spear in his right hand collided with the invisible wind sword.

"An invisible sword? If you can't calculate the length, it will be difficult."

Diarmuid frowned, not daring to neglect his defenses and looked for opportunities to counterattack with short spears.

The two are constantly at war.

The speed at which their weapons were handed over, in the eyes of ordinary people, just left afterimages in the air.

Robin Hood got up from the ground, sat on the ground and watched the battle between the two for a while, slightly speechless.

"This is too scary, and, is that King Arthur?"

As an Englishman, he is no stranger to his native knight King Arthur.

His times were not good times.

The king is incompetent, and the nobles who rule everywhere are corrupt and depraved like vampires atop the people, who just do their best to squeeze the last bit of blood from the innocent people for their enjoyment.

Who can the people living in dire straits think of?

As long as you know that once the British people encounter difficulties, they will immediately think of King Arthur and pray that King Arthur will leave Avalon to save Britain again.

While Robin Hood didn't believe it, he still looked forward to it.

Watching the battle and observing the two fighting, Finn, who had no time to take care of him, rolled his eyes, and quietly crawled back, and when he reached the bushes, he threw his body up and disappeared on the spot.

Finn naturally knew about Robin Hood's changes.

However, for that kind of weak heroic spirit, he didn't think he could be of any use.

The only thing that can change the situation here is Arthur defeating him and Finn alone, or he brings Archer who is defending the city.

But is it possible for that Archer to come?

If he came over, the city would be destroyed, and all the people he had guarded for so long would die.

Although Finn knew that it was the best choice for him to come over, he knew from his observations during this period that those two people, whether it was Archer or the man in the dark green clothes, would never give up on the common people to make such a choice.

They are the standard hero template in people's minds.

He is admirable, but as a teammate, he often gets in the way, and as an enemy, he likes such hero template enemies, whose weaknesses are too obvious.

He doesn't know how many 'heroes' of this template he has solved in the past years.

Thinking boringly, he looked at the battlefield between Arthur and Diarmuid again.

Arthur is still suppressing, exuding violent wind magic power from time to time, squeezing the space for Diarmuid to fight back, and Diarmuid added a lot of wounds to his body during the period of time when he didn't know the length of his sword

"Its physical fitness is amazing, and it is assisted by wind magic."

The blond man muttered in a low voice, his eyes filled with amazement.

Each of Arthur's blows was as powerful as Diarmuid's full-strength shot.

"As expected of King Arthur, but I, the number one knight of Fiona's Knights, are not so easy to deal with."

"understood!"

At the same time, Diarmuid suddenly whispered something.

Taking advantage of the pause between Arthur's attacks, the yellow spear stabbed forward, forcing Arthur to block with his sword, while the blood-red sharp spear pierced towards the armor on his shoulder.

Chapter 353 Chapter 49 The Devil-Breaking Red Rose

Arthur frowned slightly.

He couldn't stop this attack, but time simply couldn't give him the time to pierce his armor.

His armor is made of magic and is extremely hard.

As long as his magic power is enough, his armor is much tougher than the armor made by the best craftsmen worn by the knights of the round table. Ordinary attacks can't even leave scratches.

Even Diarmuid, even the sharp spear in his hand, takes time.

But he couldn't give him time.

And if his attack fails, it will inevitably give him a period of vacuum.

Such an attack cannot be said to be useless, it can only be said to be meaningless and courting death.

like now...

He had blocked the yellow spear with his sword, and Diarmuid's upper body was so defenseless that he could cut it at will.

This is the difference between a single gun and a double gun.

Although double guns can make the opponent's defense more difficult, it will also reduce the user's control over a single gun.

If it was Scathach, forget it, it was impossible to give Arthur this chance with her skills.

Just change to the previous Cu Chulainn, if his gun is disassembled by Arthur, he will immediately fight back with the gun, but the best way for Diarmuid with two guns is to use another gun to hinder his attack.

At this time, instead of retracting the red gun to block his attack, he stabbed at his shoulder?

Arthur can't understand but he won't let go of a great opportunity.

The body leaned slightly to expose his shoulders to him, and instead he held the holy sword in both hands and slashed towards his neck with a burst of wind king enchantment.

The moment he lowered his sword, the hair on the top of his head stood up.

Arthur sensed the danger.

Almost instantly, he looked at Finn beside him from the corner of his eye, but in his sight Finn was still watching with an old god beside him without any movement.

Arthur hadn't figured out what the danger could be.

Diarmuid can stab his shoulder, but he doesn't mention the hard armor made of magic power. Even if he stabs himself, he still has enough magic power to recover, and his own blow can directly bring him back to the Hall of Valor.

In the blink of an eye, he couldn't think too much and could only bite the bullet and cut it off.

While cutting down, he looked at Diarmuid's face.

Arthur clearly saw that the corners of Diarmuid's mouth curled up slightly after he made the unchangeable slash.

The man's smile rose almost simultaneously with the chill in his heart.

The moment Diarmuid's blood-red spear was about to touch Arthur's armor, a blood-red light appeared, which was extraordinarily dazzling in the dark night.

'Pfft! '

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh sounded, and pain appeared in the shoulder.

Arthur's pupils tightened.

The armor made of magic power on his shoulders failed to stop Diarmuid's spear for almost 0.1 second, and his spear pierced his shoulder without hindrance.

"Miscalculated."