hero?it must be me

So, apart from the horses stranded in place, four headless corpses suddenly appeared on the ground.

"No. 20 eight."

The weapons of these knights are quite durable. Like the four long spears just now, they were all used by Zheng Qi to smash the heads of six or seven knights, and they are completely scrapped now.

Ignoring the frightened horses that fell limply to the ground, Zheng Qi walked the remaining 200 meters by himself. Zheng Qi took a look at the four corpses that were dissipating into little stars.

Then, he looked up.

Amidst the louder clatter of hooves, the second wave of knights arrived.

Ye Yun was pulled away by the wind, and the clear moonlight embraced the earth again, illuminating the eyes of every knight, so that they could see clearly the situation they were facing at the moment.

On the top of the head, there are two pitch-black horns.

The entire upper body is covered with strange textures that seem to be drawn with magma as paint.

The flesh, which seemed to be made of steel, showed a metal texture that was far thicker than that of a solid armor and heavy shield under the moonlight.

Of course, the most important thing is size.

Three meters... no, maybe five meters.

Even with bare hands, that is enough to make humans daunting in size.

It clearly still retains many characteristics of [human], but no matter who it is, I am afraid that the moment they see the flesh, they will have such a cognition from the bottom of their hearts.

【monster】.

A quiet [monster] just stood in the middle of the road.

——Being in the second formation, when Lancelot's eyes met Zheng Qi, what Lancelot saw was this scene.

Chapter 347 Chapter 47: Think about what Zheng Qi would do

As the second army, the Chinese army is different from the first army, with more people and heavier equipment, and it is different from the first army that is more effective as a scout and runs lightly. When it comes to fighting, World War II is the real vanguard of this army. .

To take on such a task and become an invincible vanguard, every knight in the second formation must be an elite.

They must be bold.

They must be brave.

They have to be ruthless.

Even if the commander's next order is to charge them towards the bottomless abyss beyond the cliff, they must not have the slightest hesitation.

It must be so.

And this is where the horror of this army lies.

They do have so many elites who can meet such strict standards to form such a mighty Second Front Army.

What is even more surprising is that, as the coach of the entire army, Lancelot is not in the third formation which is still a kilometer away from here, but is in the second formation which is like the vanguard. among.

No matter whether you should praise this is the boldness of taking the lead, or despise it as being reckless and reckless, in short, this kind of decision allows Lancelot to face Zheng Qi in person after the whole round of confession.

However, even such a vanguard did not dare to act rashly at this moment.

Without Lancelot's order, the knights in the second formation all slowed down their progress.

This is nothing to be ashamed of.

For example, it is like running a race.

Originally, the goal of the race was to run to the finish line with all our strength and win.

But if in the process of running, the track directly in front of you suddenly collapses, and then, magma surges up from the bottom like a sea tide, and in the blink of an eye, you will be surrounded by a small foothold where you cannot advance or retreat.

In that case, as long as the life instinct for survival is still retained, there will definitely be hesitation for a moment.

Sound outrageous?Just like when few people are walking on the street, they are really worried that monsters may attack the city. Where does such an outrageous situation happen in a race?

But the truth is, this team is now facing such an outrageous opponent.

Monsters, really appear.

——These battle-hardened elites felt such a threat by coincidence.

Yes, they can give their lives for Lancelot's order without hesitation.

But that doesn't mean they won't be afraid, and it doesn't mean they won't judge the strength of the enemy.

Moreover, if you want to [die for Lancelot's order], first of all, you need [Lancelot's order].

Correct.

The moment they saw Zheng Qi, these elites had a premonition in their hearts.

I'm going to die here——probably, that's the premonition.

Immediately, they were ready.

Correct.

Now, only one order from Lancelot is left.

Together, let them regain their strength, and then go all out to die.

Lancelot frowned.

A few minutes ago, all the teams within a while did not send people back and forth to report the situation within the stipulated time.

Now it seems that I'm afraid it's not that I don't do it, but that I can't.

Lancelot stared at Zheng Qi closely.

He could feel, oh, no... The other party simply didn't hide it.

no doubt.

It's a dragon.

A dragon was standing in front of him and his army.

It's not a simple level of [Bearing Dragon's Blood], but a genuine pure-blooded dragon.

A real dragon is close at hand.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the tingling feeling all over his body at this moment.

There is a view that some memories of ancient times will be preserved in the genes and become the instincts of creatures to be passed down.

For followers, the problem of genes may be out of the question.

but……

[Memory] will indeed become the key to shake a follower's mind.

The aura of the dragon rushing toward his face made Lancelot's sword ready to move.

(Aggrevan, that guy, did it on purpose.)

Lancelot had already sensed Agrawin's thoughts.

When he received this order to chase down the rebels, he felt that something was wrong, but he never expected that what he thought was just a toy box hiding a clown turned out to be an endless abyss where a dragon lay dormant.

He deliberately assigned the second team and the third team behind to bypass.

Lancelot has always been very satisfied with the elite soldiers under his command, but because of this, he knows it well.

With a real dragon as an opponent, quantity without quality is meaningless.

It will only increase casualties.

The only thing left here is to leave him alone——

Lancelot's deliberation, the self-motivation of his knights, these are just the whims of the mind that happened in the blink of an eye.

It was the thoughts that flowed through their minds the moment they saw Zheng Qi.

This kind of prudence and urgency is inevitable when facing Zheng Qi.

However, no matter how they think, there is one thing that they haven't had time to think about.

That is, what will Zheng Qi do?

Think about what Zheng Qi would do?

——The answer was revealed immediately.

"call."

The night wind in the wilderness could shake the floating clouds in the sky and the robes worn by the knights.

However, it couldn't be blown, the dark green mist gushing out from the surface of Zheng Qi's body.

Nights in the wild are cold.

Although the daytime is so hot that people will sweat profusely as long as they walk for a certain distance, but at night, even if they are wearing a thick blanket and roasting by the bonfire, they can still feel the coolness brought by the wind blowing on their cheeks.

But at this moment, the cold that the knights felt was completely different.

Not only is the body cold...

No, to be precise, it was a kind of coldness from the inside out.

just like……

It seemed that it was his own soul that felt the cold.

As for the source of the chill, there is no need to explain it, every knight knows it very well.

It was the dense fog that seemed to rise from the sky in a blink of an eye like waves.

Without any intention of talking, Zheng Qi simply used his actions to force Lancelot to make a decision!

"—Retreat!"

Yes.

He gave no order to charge.

Facing the enemy, which obviously launched some kind of powerful Noble Phantasm attack, Lancelot's first reaction was to let his troops retreat.

At the same time, he swung the big sword in his hand.

The azure blue magic power surged, and with Lancelot's single arm waving, a series of translucent huge [slashes] burst out.

That was the magic power slashing with Lancelot's superb sword skills after compressing the magic power with his treasure, [Undestroyed Lake Light].

Every blow is extremely heavy, sharp and unbearable.

However, even with such a slash, it was like a mud cow falling into the sea, failing to make the thick dark green mist retreat even a bit.

They still rushed up.

The entire second formation moved very quickly, the front army became the rear army, and they did not hesitate to implement Lancelot's order to retreat.

But after all, it was not fast enough.

"Wow!"

Victims began to appear.

Chapter 348 Chapter 48: The Iron God

"Mr. Lancelot! No!"

Seeing that Lancelot wanted to go against the retreating knights and charge towards the dark wave alone, an adjutant beside Lancelot immediately grabbed Lancelot's arm.

On weekdays, this is undoubtedly a presumptuous move.

But at this moment, the adjutant no longer cared about that much.

He saw with his own eyes that the more than 20 people who fell in the rear because the former army turned to the latter were engulfed in the billowing fog.

As the elite of Lancelot, in a sense, they are close to the knights of the round table. These knights did not choose to sit still. When they realized that they really couldn't run through the dark green fog, they resolutely turned their heads. , or swinging a sword, or holding a gun, trying to do something to fight against the fog.

However, it doesn't matter what you do.

Lancelot's slash can easily divide the water and stop the flow.

But even such a slash couldn't make the thick fog thinner.