24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

A faint shield emerged on the surface of the huge rock. Although it looked very weak, considering the area that needed to be protected, the power consumed by this kind of protection was absolutely amazing.

After the shield appeared, the black-red light cannon was obviously a little more difficult to move forward.

The time that Mordred could persist was also limited. The liberation of the Noble Phantasm lasted for about 30 seconds, and the black-red light pillar dissipated into the air.

"How is it! How is it! What's going on!"

"Can't see clearly! Can't see clearly! Is Bailong dead?"

"It's such a big smoke. According to the law of no harm in smoke, you must not be dead, right?"

The light cannon irradiated Bailong's body and produced a huge amount of heat energy. Therefore, the seawater accompanying Bailong's invasion of the land was evaporated a lot, and endless fog rose there, making it difficult for people to see the results of this attack clearly.

But soon, the white dragon's figure walked out of the coverage of the water vapor, and its huge body was once again revealed in front of the world. The figure of the giant creature breaking through the thick fog and strolling out gave people an extremely weird and terrifying feeling.

"Oh my god...this isn't going to kill you?"

"One of his legs was broken and half of his head disappeared!"

"Oh my god! His body is still repairing itself! Do we have to beat this dragon to pieces?"

Amid everyone's exclamations, the injured Bailong moved his only three remaining legs.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The Scourge has not been defeated, it continues to advance.

Not only that, in the open dragon's mouth, bits and pieces of light are constantly being swallowed up.

As these light spots entered Vortigern's body, his mangled upper body actually squirmed, and rock blocks proliferated from the damaged torso, repairing the damage caused by the light cannon.

The white dragon that swallowed the light once again brought a small shock of immortality to the world.

"Report! Rice, Big Goose, Big Hair, and Dayan jointly sent a notice of forced military activities!"

"What they mean is that if the White Dragon continues its rampage, hundreds of mushroom bombs will fall on the Isle of Man!"

"For the survival of mankind, please make sacrifices from the Great Empire - these are the original words of the Security Council!"

In the Land Retrieval Committee, the old queen and the cabinet ministers listened to the report with gloomy faces.

The current situation on the Isle of Man has attracted attention from all over the world, but now Mordred's full blow was unable to kill the white dragon. Instead, he discovered the white dragon's amazing immortality.

Now, they couldn't sit still.

If this kind of continental plate crusher is allowed to operate on the earth, will humans still survive?

If the White Dragon destroyed the British Isles and then ran to other roads, and continued at this rate of destruction without stopping, no one would believe what a hellish scene it would be.

"Bastard! Madman! Hooligan!"

The old queen placed her hands heavily on the table, her eyes full of anger.

The Isle of Man is the center of the British Isles and the strategic hinterland of the Great Empire.

If it was really bombed by hundreds of mushroom eggs, the Great Empire would probably disappear from the stage of history.

"Activate the nuclear war plan. If they really dare to launch missiles towards the mainland, we will also launch nuclear bombs at all G15 member states at the same time!"

"Da Ying can't survive! They can't even think of being alone!"

Things have reached this point, and the old queen can no longer maintain her image.

she roared at the herald like a cornered animal.

The cabinet ministers looked at each other, and some quietly left the control room, but no one expressed negative opinions.

They are either big aristocrats or big capitalists. There are other places to go after leaving Da Ying. There is no need to live or die with the British Isles.

On the other hand, the residents of the Isle of Man did not know that thousands of intercontinental missiles equipped with nuclear warheads were already aimed at this place. They watched in disbelief as King Vortigern stood out from the thick fog. Stopped, but became faster.

"why why why!"

"Where's King Arthur! Where's King Arthur! Mordred can't do it, it's King Arthur who has to save us!"

"Jesus Christ bless...Allah bless...Sakyamuni Buddha bless, I am your loyal believer, please protect your lamb from the fire of hell."

Some of the residents were yelling irrationally, some were complaining about Mordred's uselessness, and some were already considering the option of going to heaven.

Their despair at this time is not incomprehensible. Under the huge pressure brought by the white dragon, Mordred was like a meteor piercing the night sky, bringing a light of hope, but this light only lasted for a few minutes before extinguishing itself. .

What hope brings afterward is deeper despair.

bang...

bang...

bang...

The white dragon's huge feet crushed the island, as cruelly as a naughty boy trampling on an ant's nest.

What will happen next is just the annihilation of the ants.

"how come……"

Mordred's body lay on the ground. Although his eyes and eardrums had lost their function, the vibration of the earth showed that the humble king Vortigern had not yet been defeated.

"Did I...fail..."

An indescribable sense of loss enveloped her mind as she was about to lose consciousness. Once again, she had failed to live up to the expectations of others...

Stretching out his hand, Mordred tried to grab something, but all he could do was tremble in vain.

The silver-white knight armor she originally wore had disappeared, leaving only a few pieces of red clothing wrapping her sensitive parts.

This should be a very attractive dress, but her miserable state is unappreciable. Large wounds are cracked on her white skin, her muscles are clearly exposed to the air, and a large amount of blood spreads from under her body. Come on.

Due to the excessive power, Mordred's spiritual base was almost torn apart.

If it weren't for the fact that she was a possessed servant and her spirit base was attached to a physical body, Mordred would have turned into a spirit child and disappeared into this world.

White dragon, people are moving forward.

But the knight had fallen miserably.

The legend diverges here, and King Arthur's descendants did not repeat her great deeds.

"I'm really...unwilling."

With all his strength, Mordred could only clench his fists.

She punched the ground, but the force was just like a joke.

"What my father can do, I can't do..."

Shadows covered the sky. Although Mordred couldn't see it, he could feel it.

The white dragon has arrived in front of the fallen knight. Its huge body blocks all the light, leaving the loser only endless darkness.

Without taking another look at Mordred, who had caused him harm, the humble king Vortigern moved his feet to the sky and continued to move forward.

As long as it is not knocked down with one blow, those injuries will naturally recover, so this little red thing is as insignificant to it as a mosquito.

As long as this island is leveled, everyone here will be swallowed by the sea.

It could then go on to destroy other islands in the British Isles and even other continents across the sea.

106.Crown Saber

The white dragon's ignorance made Mordred a little clearer.

Her soul, which was about to completely dissipate, seemed to be ignited and burst into anger.

"Hey! I didn't say you could pass!"

A crazy roar came from Mordred's mouth, and her broken body shook violently.

He opened his mouth and bit down on a puddle of sand and gravel to rinse his mouth. Then he spat out a mixture of thick donated blood and internal organ fragments, and unimaginable pain swept through every corner of Mordred's body.

Isn't that great?

As long as you can still feel the pain.

Lao Tzu!But still alive!

Roaring in his heart, Mordred miraculously stood up.

【Battle continues】

This is the only skill that Mordred did not inherit from King Arthur.

The perseverance developed from numerous failures and various blows played a key role at this time.

"hold head high……?"

Bailong chirped quietly, surprised that the little red mosquito wasn't dead yet.

But it was just a surprise. Mosquitoes are mosquitoes. It is simply a fantasy to harm this giant dragon that was born from the earth.

"Look down on people! There must be a limit!"

Grabbing the heavy sword that fell beside him, Mordred raised his hand and swung out a light cannon.

Although this blow was not as good as her full-force blow just now, it was still much stronger than other previous Noble Phantasms released in the way of using the magic power of Broken Jar Broken Slam.

But...it doesn't work.

The white dragon is not a creature with a soft belly. Its body made of huge rocks has no weaknesses, and the light cannon only caused a big crater in its belly.

For these tens of square kilometers of dragon body, it is almost like a human hair being plucked out.

"Cowardly, is it useless..."

Mordred spat out a bunch of things from her mouth. She didn't care what they were, she just stared at the ground above her head.

This is really a wonderful feeling. There is the earth under your feet and above your head, which makes people feel that the world is turned upside down.

"What should we do……"

The first thing she thought of was the Holy Grail in her body.

Being able to stand up even after the spiritual base was damaged to the extent just now was indispensable to the Holy Grail's continuous power of repair.

In the BB live broadcast room, the audience gasped when they saw Mordred's miserable state at this time.

"Nima, what did I just see? Did she vomit out a few pieces of lungs?"