The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

"The most elegant knight in the Fairy Kingdom, Sir Lancelot, whom everyone respects, and the leader of the Earth Clan, Spriggan, have been waiting for you for a long time."

Inside the city gate, Spriggan bowed to him in a very humble manner, which was obviously beyond the respect between courtiers, but the goblin Lancelot turned a blind eye. The lake blue visor covered the upper half of her face, and Spriggan could not guess her thoughts.

"Where are the Children of Prophecy?"

"They've already left."

"Didn't His Majesty Morgan give you a decree to keep them?" The elf Lancelot's tone immediately cooled down, and there was a faint sound of swords in the air. It was the too sharp light blade that cut through the air. causing noise.

"Please convey my apology to me on behalf of the Queen. Before that, the Child of Prophecy had left Norwich."

The elf Lancelot's face sank.

"Lord Lancelot, I originally planned to tell Her Majesty the Queen personally about my incompetence, but I never thought that even you would be involved." Sprigan cautiously inquired.

The goblin Lancelot's eyes hidden under his visor seemed to glance at him, but he quickly looked away as if he were hallucinating.

"There are dangerous people in the team of the Son of Prophecy who assassinated Her Majesty the Queen. I have been specially ordered to come and destroy them." The goblin Lancelot had no intention of going deeper into the Treasury City. He turned around and his voice came from far away: "They where are you now."

A biting coldness swept through his body, and Sprigan felt that the hairs all over his body were exploding.

[Although the disaster has receded, Norwich is still destroyed]

The second half of Ainsel's prophecy still lingered in his ears, and his thoughts of hedging his bets were extinguished only when he saw the queen's determined attitude.

"In...Londinion."

The footsteps faded away, and the door to Treasury City closed again. It was only then that Spriggan felt alive again.

The goblin Lancelot is not a qualified politician and knows nothing about the interest game on the table, but Spriggan no longer dares to be clever, because he has no doubt that the goblin Lancelot has the ability to destroy the table with him.

Added voice lines for Saber's daily conversations:

"Huh? What do you think of Chaldea? You suddenly ask that... Haha, come to think of it, your fat director often claims to be a descendant of a knight. Maybe his ancestor was a knight appointed by me. I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity when I look at his face - eh? His ancestors are not actually British?"

Chapter 447 Londinion Attack and Defense Battle

Londinion.

After parting ways with Artoria again, Percival has been carrying out daily defense inspections at the border these days, and the same is true today.

There was a peaceful atmosphere in the calm sky. Although there was still a tense atmosphere in Sheffield, there was no news of any war being ignited.

But just as he was returning to the city of Londinion around the forest near Sheffield on the east side, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the branches and leaves.

He turned his head warily, but before he could turn the chosen gun, the chill from his neck went straight to his brain.

"Percival, it's been a long time since I last saw you. Your vigilance has dropped."

He looked behind him with the peripheral vision of his eyes. The enemy was hidden in the blind corner of his field of vision, and only the light blue light blade was pressed against his neck.

Without using his eyes to see, Percival knew who the person was just by listening to the joyful voice that seemed to be singing.

But it was precisely because he knew who the visitor was that he took no further action.

Underneath the soft and waxy voice was the most elegant and powerful fairy in Britain, the fairy knight Lancelot, who was also his sister-like and mother-like relative.

The chosen spear trembled slightly, leaving tiny scratches on the grass, but just this slight scratch immediately made the light blade against his neck tremble.

"Don't move, Percival, I don't want to hurt you." Behind Percival, the petite goblin hovered there, making sure that his raised arm was at the same level as Percival's neck.

It was obvious that he could easily behead the enemy leader, but the fairy Lancelot was not willing to do that. She persuaded him in a gentle voice:

"The Queen is not going to let you go this time. Not only me, but Gawain even dispatched Woodworth. You just need to wait. The game of the Round Table Army ends here."

In fact, she arrived at Londinion a few days ago, but Queen Morgan uncharacteristically asked them to wait until now, and it was not until just now that she gave the order to approve the attack.

She knew that His Majesty Morgan was furious as never before at this moment, so she was unwilling to let Percival enter this battlefield where he could die at any time.

The elf Lancelot moved his ears and looked towards the other side of the forest: "It has begun."

Percival looked grim. He also saw the smoke rising from the direction of Londinion.

'Something has to be done. '

He gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his fist, and elbowed back the hand that was restrained.

The goblin Lancelot didn't expect that Percival would dare to resist. For fear of hurting Percival, he immediately put away the light blade. She quickly stepped back and nimbly avoided Percival's attack.

Of course Percival knew that his sister could not be hurt by fists and kicks alone, but by taking advantage of this gap, he had already turned the white gun around.

Percival of White Light. He was named "White Light" because of this gun, which was said to be the weapon once held by the savior Ash.

"The chosen gun." The fairy Lancelot slowly rose into the air, and she nodded seriously: "That's fine, we haven't had any intimate communication for a long time."

boom--

Percival's charging posture froze, and the air wave caused by Londinion made his body stiff.

Likewise, the goblin Lancelot, who was levitating and preparing to test Percival's growth in recent years, was also stunned.

The tip of her nose twitched, smelling a familiar scent. Then, her eyes suddenly widened.

Clang——

Percival immediately raised his gun to block it, but was still pushed backwards by the huge force from his gun.

"Sorry, Percival. Our interaction can only wait until next time." Lancelot flicked his arm armor and suddenly showed his light blade: "I have to let you sleep, sister, I still have a little bit. There are personal matters to deal with.”

With a sound of airflow like a jet fighter taking off, Percival found that he suddenly lost sight of the goblin Lancelot. Next, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his consciousness also flew away.

……

"Enemy attack!"

"Archers, get ready! Release your arrows when you get close to the second sentry point."

"Percival hasn't come back yet?"

On the city wall, a female goblin was dispatching the city defense while asking people for news about Percival. She is Percival's adjutant Aulalia, and now she is the highest commander while Percival is away.

But after asking several times, I only got a negative reply.

Looking below, there are densely packed fang fairies coming from nowhere. They are uniformly wearing bronze armor and holding various weapons in their hands. They are the most elite troops in the entire fairy country, the Queen's Army.

In the center of the Queen's army, there was a goblin with a wolf's head that was out of tune with the surrounding soldiers. He didn't wear any armor. The black suit was held up by his muscular body, and his hands were wearing white gloves, but it gave people the illusion of a thug in a suit.

"Woodworth, even he's here."

A round of arrows shot past, but it could not stop the Queen's army from advancing. The arrows fell on the bronze armor, only causing a clanking sound. Only occasionally a few goblins were shot at the joints of the armor, but with the help of The toothed goblin's physique actually stiffened and continued to move forward.

The volley of arrows had almost no effect. In the blink of an eye, the front troops of the Queen's Army had already rushed out of the best attack area of ​​the arrows.

"Archers continue to provide suppression and prepare for hand-to-hand combat."

"When did the Queen's Army appear? Where are the scouts? Why didn't they report it?"

"These enemies are not the Fang Clan from Oxford."

"These Queen's troops are Camelot's guards. The Oxford garrison should arrive with follow-up support."

Two voices came out in no particular order, causing Olalia and the guards beside her to turn their heads and look behind them at the same time.

Gareth and Ezequiel walked over slowly.

"you……"

She remembered that Percival had said that this was an emergency measure for the Son of Prophecy to stay, and there was light in her eyes again.

"Do you have any solution?"

"Don't worry, I've solved the logistical problem." Ezequiel smiled slightly, showing an adult's reassuring smile of "Leave everything to me."

"I already have a strategy to deal with the enemy." Gareth also nodded.

Then the two of them gave Aulalia a thumbs up at the same time: "Just watch with your eyes wide open."

"I have sent a distress signal to Fujimaru Ritsuka," Ezequiel said.

"I have convinced the goblin Menechelle and she has agreed to fight." Gareth confessed honestly.

The elf Menechelle stood about five steps behind the old man and the young man with her lips pursed, her brows furrowed showing her rather complicated mood.

It is better to believe that these two people will be revealed tomorrow to be Morgan.

"Let's talk first. I promised Qi that I won't attack goblins." She said, her smooth skin gradually being covered by a layer of dark cuticle, and the wings behind her suddenly expanded, taking her into the sky.

"So I'm not going to attack them until they attack me."

When it flew to an altitude of about a hundred meters from the city gate, the terrifying high temperature erupted due to the overloaded magic power pushed the surrounding air to form air waves that were discharged outward.

The air waves not only blew the fairies and humans of Londinion down here and there, but even the offensive of the Queen's Army further away was forced to stop.

Before the air waves dissipated, more violent air currents followed.

A giant black dragon flapped its wings and hovered high in the sky. Her golden eyes stared down, with the cold color of metal flashing in her eyes, and she opened her mouth and let out a loud dragon roar towards the goblin of the Queen's Army.

Chapter 448: Londinion air battle, true name revealed

Most goblins cannot fly.

Even the Winged Clan with wings behind them and the Wind Clan who can take off just by hearing their names, they are unable to fly. Only when one's own magic power reaches a certain level can it be enough to support the body off the ground.

Like the giant dragon above the Londinion City Wall, flying at an altitude of tens of meters above the ground, I am afraid that in the entire Fairy Kingdom, except for the Queen, only the Fairy Lancelot can do it.

Therefore, when they saw the jet-black dragon that was even longer than Londinion, when they saw the opponent flying up and roaring towards them, even in the face of arrows flying from Londinion, The charging pace that had not stopped despite the rain was actually weakened at this time.

The scorching dragon's breath spread horizontally within half a foot of them, and the rolling heat wave caused the bronze armor on their bodies to melt.

The huge body is like a dark and stretching mountain range, and the air flow it exhales twists into thunder clouds and flames. Just the air flow brought by the dragon's wings will blow away all the spears projected towards it.

Just a casual shot of the dragon's breath separated the huge Queen's Army troops from the middle fault.

And with its appearance, Londinion's already high morale was boosted again, and for a while it actually suppressed the vanguard troops who climbed up the city wall.

"It's so awesome. Is that a dragon?" On the city wall of Londinion, Aulalia looked at the giant dragon that had stopped the Queen's army in a mere intimidation, and swallowed hard.

"That's not a pure-blooded dragon."

Ignoring the proud boast of the old man, Olalia looked at it for a while and immediately called the sergeant: "Now, before the enemy's backup can keep up, eat this small group of troops who have arrived first."

If the thirty-five elite Queen's Army soldiers were eliminated without any effect, it would further damage the already low morale of the Queen's Army.

Gareth was also watching the giant dragon in the sky. She had no doubt that if it hadn't been for the agreement with that Ji, just one giant dragon would be enough to overthrow this elite Queen's army of about hundreds of people.

But at a certain moment, her originally bright eyes suddenly lost their luster, and her body trembled suddenly as if she had been stimulated by something. The next moment her eyes regained their sparkle, but they were no longer as leisurely as before.

Gareth suddenly raised his hands in front of his mouth and shouted toward the sky: "Stupid dragon!"

The dragon heard her voice and cast its eyes in Gareth's direction.

"Look at the back!"

Swish!

Amidst the sound of breaking through the air, an iron spear pierced the side of Gareth's neck. But he was knocked down by a faster sword light.

"Shouting so loudly on the battlefield will cost you your life!"

Ezequiel scolded sternly, but before he could put away the rapier in his hand, he heard a violent collision from the sky. He hurriedly looked up and saw that the giant dragon that originally occupied a favorable terrain and was in an invincible position was desperately resisting something in the air as if it had been hit by some invisible wall.

Ezequiel stared and his wrinkles deepened as his eyes widened. He finally saw clearly that what was wrestling with the dragon was not some invisible wall of air, but a goblin.

That body size is considered petite even among humans. Compared with the hundred-meter-long dragon, it seems as insignificant as dust, but no one dares to look down on her.

"Damn it! Is Queen Morgan crazy?" Olalia no longer cared about the elegance of the Wind Fairy. She screamed almost out of control: "It's Lancelot, the Dragon Fairy!"

"Don't worry, leave it to our Fairy Knight, she will be fine." Ezequiel crossed his arms over his chest: "What we need to consider now is to repel the Queen's army below."

Just as they were talking, the morale of the Queen's army, which had been low due to the appearance of the dragon, rose again due to the appearance of the fairy Lancelot. Without the obstruction of the dragon, the main force that had been disconnected from the first troops followed up again. .

……

The sky above Londinium.

The giant dragon looked at the tiny primate that was blocking its nose. The other party folded his hands, and two lake blue light blades from the tip of the sheath crossed and easily blocked its way forward.

It detected a familiar scent from the petite female fairy, and most importantly, it did not notice the other party's approach until the light blade cut through its magic layer.

If Gareth hadn't suddenly called out just now, the lightsaber would have fallen directly onto its unprepared back.

Sparks flew out from the friction between the light blade and the dragon scales. Sensing the threat of death, the dragon opened its mouth and the hot dragon breath gathered in its mouth.

With a roar, the orange fire light dissipated in the sky. The giant dragon looked around, but such an extremely close attack was still avoided. The opponent's mobility far exceeded its imagination.