lost narrative poem

Chapter 682 The Lion King?no king arthur

With a roar full of pain and resentment, the black dragon with broken wings fell heavily from the sky.

The huge dragon's body is almost like a mountain smashed heavily on the ground. The unimaginable density and mass represent an unusually heavy tonnage. The whole island vibrated visibly, and the densely packed huge cracks were hit by it. Starting from the central point of the fall, it suddenly expanded to the surroundings and spread rapidly.

The huge movement of the earth and mountains did not affect the actions of other people at all. Even Chaldea and his party did not take advantage of this opportunity. A huge beam of light fell vertically from the sky.

That was the reflection attack of the Holy Spear pulling its anchor!

It was like a magic space-based cannon erected above the earth's orbit, aiming at the target on the ground from a distance, and then launching an attack brazenly, a dazzling huge beam of light fell from the sky!Even the interval from the last shot seems to be less than three seconds for cooling and recharging...

If this is really cooling and recharging, and not the result of the Lion King deciding to make up the knife after observing the results of the battle.

Boom--! !

Amidst the deafening loud noise, the white radiance released by the magic power overflowed and then dispersed!Just as the monstrous evil dragon got up on all fours, it was hit by a beam of light in an instant, and a lot of blood spurted out of its huge body!

The severe pain prompted it to let out a more violent and painful roar, the long snake neck raised high, the huge hideous head roared towards the sky, and the evil eyes were full of terrible bloodthirsty and rage!
Even in the face of such a desperate situation and such an injury, its response is still very simple and direct. Instead of choosing to compromise, it chooses to radiate a god-like anger and turn everything into ashes!

All of its scales and carapaces were stained red with blood, and its whole body began to emit a brighter red than the burning flames. The scorching crimson dragon blood seemed to be hot magma, and the intact dragon wing seemed to be transformed into a The elemental form of flames, like the wings of red lotus shining with the pulse of the earth...

In just a split second, this evil dragon has already turned into the incarnation of Jiehuo burning blazingly in the prison flames. The regrettable anger seems to shake the earth, and even the sky is burned by it!

"..."

"..."

There was a slight moment of silence, and then the majestic white light shattered like a rainstorm, falling continuously from the sky!

Facing this rebellious evil dragon, the more painful and embarrassing it is, the more desperate it is, the more violent and ferocious it is, the lion king chose to deal with it more simply—you are 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 neck that was raised high just now was hit hard by the precise and straight falling beam of light, and it was smashed viciously at a strange angle, and the huge dragon head hit the ground heavily!

The beams of light that followed fell mercilessly one after another, not only piercing through the air around the evil dragon's body distorted by the unknown high heat, it was like a huge hammer being waved by an invisible giant's hand as if It was like iron was being struck on the stove, and the dragon's body was bombarded heavily one after another.

Moreover, the wind pressure brought up was like a huge sharp blade, cutting the dark clouds in the sky and the burning flames 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, and the expressions of other people also became a little unnatural, and even Skaha's expression was a little dignified at the moment.

Every fall of the luminous pillar is equivalent to a full-strength blow of the A-level treasure to liberate the real name, but at this moment, it is constantly falling with a high frequency of one shot per second. The Lion King has not even appeared yet, it seems to be extremely powerful. In the distance, the power of the reflection of the Holy Lance is used to project a beam of light to carry out precise and deadly long-range strikes...

Do you want to be so extravagant?Does magic power cost nothing?

boom!boom!boom!
The earth vibrated violently. If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that the area with a diameter of hundreds of meters centered on the black dragon is slowly sinking like a nail wedged into a wood by a hammer, and the cracks that spread rapidly are like The spider web continued to spread around, and in a certain direction, it even extended to the edge of the island's coastline, and the sea water poured in.

Not long after, when all the movements subsided, the evil dragon had already made no sound.

Everyone looked closely, and found that half of its huge body had been smashed into the ground, its other huge wing was also torn, and its two thick forelimbs were also bent at a weird angle. Because of reaching the peak of anger, the appearance of being dyed red all over has also faded away...

There are only two taboo black horns left, and the head has been severely deformed... Obviously, because of extreme anger, it seems to have broken through the limit just now, but nothing can be changed. The result of transformation without invincibility and time-stop special effects is that Was directly hammered.

However, the evil dragon still seemed to be breathing very weakly, and its chest was still heaving slightly. Even though it was so tragic, it didn't endanger its life. This was 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 untimely howling of the wind was left.

Are you coming?After the black dragon, it's his turn to wait for someone, right?
Everyone on the Chaldean side held their breath subconsciously, and looked up at the direction of the sky with great vigilance. Their hearts were full of strong alertness and an indescribable sense of aggrieved. They thought that the Lion King was going to Here we go, and we're fully prepared.

But it seems that the other party does not need to be present in person at all, but launches a holy strike from a very far away, and can wipe out all of them...

What a frustrating thing is this? !But they still can't do anything about it, they can only feel the strong sense of being locked in, waiting for the next holy pull that will come at any time.

In this way, under the state of full alert, although the time passed by every minute and every second, the expected attack never came.

Just when they were wondering, a strange but familiar voice suddenly sounded in the field, with a hint of calmness like water, as if reading some lines——

"I really didn't expect to see you again...Gao Wenqing, Lancelot, Tristan..."

——"Strangeness" is a stranger to Da Vinci, Matthew and others. They have never heard this voice before, and they don't know the owner of this voice;

——"Familiarity" refers to the familiarity with the Knights of the Round Table who have just been named, because this voice is absolutely unforgettable for them.

"This! This is..."

"how?!"

They all shook their bodies one after another, and their expressions changed drastically, from looking up at the sky to suddenly looking down at the direction of the black dragon before them. The strength and speed are so great that it is really worrying whether they will put their necks on the ground. Broken bones.

And the effect was also remarkable. The knights of the round table found that at some point, beside the huge dragon body whose breathing fluctuated weakly, a young girl quietly appeared standing there.

Is this a phantom?In the hearts of the knights of the round table, such a thought subconsciously emerged at this moment.

It seems that it is really a phantom. Although the figure of the beautiful girl with blond hair and green eyes is very delicate, there are magic particles flying around the edge of the body outline, and even as long as there is a gust of wind blowing, it will spread like light waves. Ripples like the surface of water.

It was obviously a girl who was projected onto the scene, looked around the crowd, and finally 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 said this sentence in her heart ——

"And Sir Bedivere, long time no see."

But it was precisely because he was ignored like this, as if he didn't know himself at all, so Bedivere's eyes turned slightly red all of a sudden, and he felt that it was because he hadn't returned the holy sword.

Probably it is really like what Master Merlin said, the king picked up the holy spear and became a wandering undead on the ground. Camelot, which is still standing in this era, is the result of the establishment of the king's obsession and instinct.

So no matter what, I must make amends 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 on the sword exuded an ominous crimson aura.

--what is this?
——Everyone's name was called once, but I was ignored, and even... didn't even look at myself... What the hell is this?
The rebellious knight didn't realize that Bedivere was being treated in the same way, or that she couldn't think calmly after discovering it. Anyway, she felt that Arturia was deliberately targeting her.

"Wang...you, you are the Lion King of this singularity..." Gao Wen had calmed down a little at this moment, and asked in surprise, but it was obvious that even after he realized it, he still found it ridiculous.

"Yes, I am the Lion King." Arturia calmed down, continued to maintain that expressionless look, nodded and said.

After all, it doesn’t make much sense not to admit it, and after thinking about it, she also felt that what the Master said was right, the script was pretty good, she knew what the magician meant, it seemed like it was just his bad taste, but it was actually very sharp hit the nail on the head——

These knights are real knights, and Artoria has always been proud of them and proud of them until now.

This is a sincere thought, she never felt that they did anything wrong, they did nothing wrong.If there is any responsibility, then that responsibility must fall on his own head... At least that's what the king, who can exist forever as an ideal, firmly believes.

(End of this chapter)