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The chains with huge kinetic energy were cut off by the halberd head-on, and dozens of crossbow spears were directly nailed to the empty space!

"Compared to the previous you, the purity of the current you is too low!"

"Oops!"

Seeing the figure dragging the halberd disappear from sight, Artoria finally realized it.

Misjudgment!Her judgment on the speed of that foreign devil before was all false!The opponent is consciously hiding his range of movement!

"Pikemen! Row..."

hum-

Before Arturia could finish shouting her orders, a strong wind blew up among the spearmen in the first row of the military formation.

In fact, even without Arturia's order, these well-trained Burgundian soldiers immediately organized a defense. It's meaningless - with just a sweep, the stumped limbs and broken arms have already flown up, together with the sprayed blood.

The originally tight military formation turned into Abi Hell in an instant.

And in this miserable hell, the halberd in the devil's hand was waved again.

"die!"

The spear was broken, the armor was torn, and nothing could stop the [-]-jin blow. The flesh and blood were cut into pieces, and then they were swept up into the sky by the halberd, and scattered in the air. The fresh blood dripped on everyone's face, and that demon-like figure was imprinted in everyone's heart.

"...It's brutal."

Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but wiped his face with his hand.

Even at such a distance, he could feel some liquid falling on his face.

"Fortunately, we met this monster in a duel, not on the battlefield... Otherwise, our soldiers would be in trouble."

"It's not brutality, it's tactics."

Hearing what Gawain said, Lancelot couldn't help but shook his head.

"Although it's not a tactic that serious people can use, it's really not a simple pursuit of killing... If you look carefully, this is something completely different from the chivalry we believe in."

"This……"

After Lancelot's reminder, Gao Wen, who was watching the battle, gradually discovered some clues.

That terrifying foreign devil did indeed play a terrifying scene like hell, but the movements were somewhat deliberate, and many of the moves were unnecessary. Even though one blow could kill him, he had to be chopped into several pieces—— Before, he thought it was just because the foreign devil was too cruel, but looking at it now... the cruelty is not meaningless.

The devil-like ferocity has already frightened those soldiers, even if they are fully armed, the trembling appearance at this moment can't exert even one-tenth of their strength-many soldiers even turned around and fled on the spot, even if the comrades behind them just lined up Form an army.

The hastily formed army array was dispersed by his own people, and the Burgundian army, which was originally like a steel plate, collapsed at the touch of a touch!

"Control violence with violence! Control soldiers with soldiers!"

Gawain immediately realized what kind of tactic this was.

The brutal actions brought fear, and the mentality of fear turned into a handle. When those soldiers fell into fear, they had already become a blade in the hands of that foreign devil!

This is clearly turning those enemy soldiers into their own weapons!

"Can you still fight like this?"

Gawain was dumbfounded when he saw this. Although as a knight of the round table, he had fought many battles with less, but that could only be done under the follow-up of the soldiers, but now... a person can fight like this ?

"It's true that a duel is better. Facing this kind of monster, the so-called numerical advantage is meaningless at all. From this point of view, our choice at the time was still correct."

"...you should be sober."

Lancelot couldn't help rubbing his head in pain.

"The really correct decision is not a duel, or in other words, we don't need to fight him at all... If Dagnett hadn't lost his mind that day and insisted on teaching this rude monster a lesson, we wouldn't have As for fighting."

"Hey! What made me lose my mind! Didn't you sign it yourself?"

Dagnit who was named stood up immediately.

"Besides, at that time, this monster was only wearing a cloth robe, and it seemed that he had no ability at all. Who would have thought that he was so strong?"

"This is the lesson..."

Hearing Dagnet actually say that, Lancelot felt his head hurt even more.

"It depends on how our king will deal with it now. To be honest, I am not very optimistic about our king's victory unless..."

"Unless what?"

Gao Wen asked subconsciously.

But immediately, his brows frowned.

That's right, he himself knows the answer. Although he has never thought about it, it doesn't mean he doesn't know about it—for example, their king has the blood of the British Red Dragon. real thing.If this king chooses to abandon his human body...

"Roar!!!"

Just when Gao Wen was still thinking, the blazing dragon's roar brought him back to reality.

What appeared in front of the knights of the round table was not the red dragon that symbolized Britain.

It's an even more violent, pitch-black dragon!

"Roar!!!"

The moment she realized that the army formation had been defeated, Artoria had already torn her chest open. The power of the Dragon's Furnace Heart allowed her to spread her wings and soar, and the blazing anger in her mouth was enough to burn everything in the world!

Now that she has reached this point, it doesn't matter if she is seen. She who has given up her human body will definitely use the power of this evil dragon to turn the foreign devil in front of her into ashes!

"bake--"

The blazing flames plowed a burning ravine in the chaotic army. At this moment, Artoria has completely disregarded the enemy and the enemy—in any case, these Burgundians are just the tools she uses to win, no matter how many are burned. It doesn't matter!

At this moment, she has only one thought in her mind, which is to burn the devil carrying the eucalyptus to ashes!

"boom!"

The blazing flames drove the soldiers away like a flock of sheep, which forced the soldiers to charge towards the man carrying the halberd—at least compared to the dragon behind him, the bloody demon god in front of him looked like Humanity.

If it is human, it can be defeated; if it is human, it can be killed.

"Kill, ah, ah—"

The soldiers rushed up frantically, but it didn't make any sense, they immediately became part of the pile of corpses on the ground, and there was no more sound.

However, it was this meaningless death that still slowed down the pace of that demon god.

Again, this gives the Dragon the best chance of attacking.

"die!"

boom--

The blazing flames covered the sky, and even the air became distorted by the scorching heat. The Burgundian soldiers were instantly reduced to fly ash, along with their armor and weapons.

"Burn! Burn them all!"

The magic dragon named Artoria was so happy, she almost saw the frightened face of that foreign devil!

But immediately, she suddenly felt that something was not right.

Just because of that face that was still in panic, he suddenly laughed.

That expression seemed to say...

"caught you."

"Varied……"

puff-

Before Artoria could react, a ray of light pierced through the flames and nailed to her chest.

"you……"

Arturia lowered her head subconsciously.

As far as the line of sight is concerned, there is a familiar sword hilt.

This is the sword of the vowed victory that originally belonged to her, but it was returned in another way at this moment.

In a way, she didn't want it at all.

"Uhhhhh-"

The dragon with its heart pierced roared upwards, but soon the roar turned into the girl's screams—after the heart that carried the power of the dragon was pierced, the originally invincible dragon finally died. Still changed back to her original appearance.

The girl in a black dress fell to the ground, dying.

"what……"

Looking up at the smoky sky, the girl named Artoria just stared at the blue sky in a daze.

In order to defeat that foreign devil, she had given everything, but why, why did she still lose?

"what……"

Looking at the hilt nailed to her body, she suddenly knew the answer.

She wanted to kill that foreign devil so much, and wanted to get back her sword too much. Instead of giving everything for revenge, it might be better to say that she was never reconciled—she was not reconciled to failing like this, she was not willing She is willing to be robbed of everything like this, that's why she gave up everything, even gave up her human identity... just because she wants to get it back, wants to get everything back of herself.

It was also this desire to take back everything that destined her to be unable to defeat that devil.

There is no way, her desire is too obvious, her thoughts are too easy to guess, when her eyes are full of revenge, she has become a transparent person in front of the devil, her every move, her thoughts Thinking, even her deepest thoughts, have been completely exposed in front of that devil.

Facing a mind-reading devil, her failure is almost doomed.

It's just that I'm still a little bit reconciled.

"just kill me."

Seeing that the devil from a foreign land had come over, Artoria simply closed her eyes.

Since it is impossible to kill this foreign devil, it is also a good choice for her to fight to death like the Knights of the Round Table under her command.

"You're already dead, you don't need to do anything more."

The sharp sword pinned to her chest was pulled out, and Artoria felt herself being hugged by someone immediately after.

It is self-evident who is holding her. The bloody smell and body temperature so close to Artoria makes her extremely disgusted——she wants to struggle a few times, even if she falls to the ground and dies, she will not die. Willing to be approached by that foreign devil.

It's a pity that she lost too much blood, but she didn't even have the strength to struggle.