Stray Chapter 52: The Lion King? No, King Arthur
In the roar full of pain and resentment, the black dragon with broken wings fell heavily from the sky.
The huge dragon body is like a mountain slamming on the ground. The unimaginable density and mass represent an extremely heavy tonnage. The whole island shook obviously, and the huge cracks were densely packed. Starting from the center point where it fell, it expanded violently towards the surroundings, dispersing rapidly.
The huge movement of the earth shaking the mountains did not affect the actions of other people in the slightest. Even the Chaldeans did not take this opportunity. They just hurry up and output something... Because there is no need for that, it is already Another huge beam of light fell vertically from the sky.
That is the reflection attack of the holy spear pulling the anchor!
is like a magic space-based cannon set up in the orbit of the earth, aiming at the target on the ground from a distance, and then it launched a brazen attack, and a huge dazzling beam of light fell from the sky! Even the interval from the last shot seems to be less than three seconds of cooling and charging time...
If this is really cooldown and recharge, not the result of the lion king deciding to make up after watching the result.
Boom-! !
In the deafening loud noise, the white radiance released by the magic overflowed, and then dissipated! The monstrous evil dragon just got up on all fours, and was hit by a beam of light in an instant, and a large amount of blood spurted out of its huge body!
The severe pain prompted it to send out even more violent anger, full of pain and roar, the long snake neck was raised high, the huge hideous head roared towards the sky, and the evil eyes were full of terrible bloodthirsty and fury!
Even in the face of such a desperate situation, in the face of such an injury, its response is still very simple and direct. Instead of choosing to compromise, it chooses to exude god-like anger and turn everything into ashes!
Its scales and carapaces are all dyed red with blood, and its whole body also begins to emit a brighter red than burning flames. Transformed into the elemental form of fire, such as the red lotus wings flashing with the pulse of the earth...
is just a moment, this evil dragon has turned into the incarnation of the robbery fire burning in the flames of the prison, and the anger of the sky seems to shake the earth, and even the sky is burned by it!
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was slightly quiet for a moment, and then the majestic white brilliance was shattered like a torrential rain, falling from the sky one after another without interruption!
In the face of this rebellious, the more miserable, the more desperate, the more violent and ferocious the dragon, the more the Lion King chose to deal with is simpler— - You are a dragon, I am more dragon than you! If you are not convinced, continue to fight until you are completely convinced or completely dead!
The snake's neck, which had just been raised high, was slammed by the beam of light that fell precisely and straightly.
The beams of light that followed were mercilessly falling one after another. Not only did they penetrate the air distorted by the unknown high heat around the evil dragon, it seemed like a huge hammer, being swung by the invisible giant's hand. Like hammering iron on a stove, it slammed heavily on the dragon's body one after another.
And the wind pressure it brought up was like a huge sharp blade, dividing the cloudy clouds in the sky and the flames burning on the ground into two straight and neatly.
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The corners of Da Vinci's eyes in the distance couldn't help twitching slightly.
Every falling of the luminous column is equivalent to the full-strength blow of the A-rank Noble Phantasm to liberate the true name. At this moment, it is constantly slamming down at a high frequency of one shot per second. The Lion King has not even appeared yet, it seems that It uses the power of the reflection of the holy spear to project a beam of light at a far distance to carry out a precise and deadly long-range strike...
Want to be so extravagant? Does magic cost no money?
Boom! boom! boom!
The earth shakes violently. If you look down at it from a high altitude, you will find that the area with a diameter of several hundred meters centered on the black dragon is slowly sinking like a nail that has been wedged into wood by a hammer, spreading rapidly. The cracks are like cobwebs that continue to spread around, and in a certain direction, they also extend to the edge of the island's coastline, and the sea water pours in.
After a short while, after all the movements had subsided, the evil dragon was silent.
Everyone looked intently and found that a small part of its huge body had been smashed into the ground, the other giant wing was also torn, and the two sturdy forelimbs were also bent at a weird angle. I stabbed it out, and because I reached the peak of anger, the appearance of the whole body being dyed red has also subsided...
There are only two taboo black horns left, and the head has been seriously deformed... Obviously just because of extreme anger, it seems to have broken through the limit, but nothing can be changed. As a result, it was directly hammered.
However, the evil dragon still seems to have quite weak breathing, and its chest is still slightly heaving. Even if it is so tragic, it has not endangered its life. This is the most terrifying point.
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The world seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, only the flames were burning, the sea was boiling, and the wind was whistling untimely.
is coming? After the black dragon, it is his turn to wait for others, right?
Everyone on the Chaldean side held their breath subconsciously, looked up at the direction of the sky with extreme vigilance, and was filled with a strong sense of alertness and an indescribable sense of grievance. The Lion King is coming, and he's fully prepared.
But it seems that the other party does not need to be present in person at all, but launches a holy blow from a distance, which can destroy all of them...
How embarrassing is this? ! But they still can't do anything about it, they can only feel the strong sense of being locked, waiting for the next holy pull that will come at any time.
In this way, under the state of full alert, although time has passed by one minute and one second, the expected attack has never arrived.
Just when they felt strange, a strange and familiar voice suddenly sounded in the field, with a trace of calm like water, as if it was reading some lines——
"I really didn't expect that I would be able to see you again... Mr. Gao Wen, Mr. Lancelot, Mr. Tristan..."
——"Unfamiliar" is unfamiliar to Da Vinci, Matthew and others, they have never heard this voice, nor do they know the owner of this voice;
——"familiar" is the familiarity with the knights of the round table who have just been named, because this voice is absolutely unforgettable to them.
"This! This is..."
"What?!"
They all shook their bodies, and their expressions suddenly changed dramatically. From looking up at the sky, they suddenly looked down at the direction of the black dragon before. The strength and speed were so great that they really worried about whether they would Broken his own neck.
And the effect is also remarkable. The knights of the round table discovered that, at some point, beside the huge dragon body with weak breathing, a young girl standing pretty quietly appeared.
Is this a phantom? In the hearts of the Knights of the Round Table, such a thought subconsciously emerged at this moment.
seems to be really a phantom. Although the figure of the beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes is very delicate, there are magic particles flying around the edge of the body contour, and even as long as a gust of wind blows, it will spread like a wave of light. Gently rippling like ripples on the water.
is obviously a girl who was projected to the scene and looked around the crowd. In the end, she ignored the excited one-armed knight as if nothing had happened. According to the magician's script, she firmly controlled the expression on her face, and just silently recited in her heart. Here's a sentence——
"And Lord Bedwell, long time no see."
But it was precisely because he was ignored like this, as if he didn't know him at all, so Bedwell's eyes suddenly turned slightly red, and he felt that it was because he didn't return the holy sword.
is probably really like what Mr. Merlin said, the king picked up the holy spear and became an undead wandering on the ground. Camelot, who is still standing in this era, was built by the king's obsession and instinct. result.
So no matter what, I must atone for my sins this time!
Compared with the knights of the round table who were instantly excited, Mordred, who was also not named, suddenly lowered his face and his expression became gloomy. She subconsciously clenched the hilt of the magic sword in her hand, and the ugly bloodstain that twisted the silver brilliance on the sword exuded an ominous red aura.
—what is this?
——Everyone's name was called once, but he was ignored, and he didn't even...even look at himself...what the **** is this?
The rebellious knight didn't realize that Bedwell was treated the same way, or that he couldn't think calmly anymore, anyway, she felt that Arturia was deliberately targeting her.
"Wang...you, you are the lion king of this singularity..." Gawain had calmed down a little at this moment, and asked in surprise, but it was obvious that even if he reacted, he still felt It's ridiculous.
"Yes, I am the Lion King." Arturia calmed down and continued to maintain her expressionless appearance, nodded and said.
After all, it is meaningless not to admit it, and after thinking about it, she also thinks that the Master is right, this script is quite good, she knows what the magician means, it seems that it is just his bad taste, In fact, it is a very sharp and direct attack on the key point——
These knights are real knights, and Arturia has always been proud of them and proud of them until now.
This is a sincere thought, she never felt they did anything wrong, they did nothing wrong. If there is really any responsibility, then that responsibility must fall on his own head... At least the king who can always exist as an ideal is so convinced.