This is My Heroic Path

After a short period of sluggishness, the aliens in the distance suddenly heard angry shouts.

"He's dying, take him back and hang him on the city wall, so that the people of Britain can see how miserable their king is!"

"Don't be afraid, we have a lot of people! Go!"

One after another, the foreign races rushed towards An Zhiyu, their eyes were red, fear and anger combined, and the foreign races raised their weapons and shouted.

However, before they rushed forward, there was a solemn voice in the distance.

"You are so much better than humans!"

Countless footsteps sounded one after another, and the shouts of the aliens fell silent in an instant.

"King Arthur, I'm sorry we're late!"

A voice came from behind, and then, successive armies came to the scene, led by the Knights of the Round Table. Judging from the number, at least half of the Knights of the Round Table came this time, and among the Knights of the Round Table, It was Guinevere who had just evacuated, and it was she who brought Gao Wen and others here.

"Everyone, put down your weapons!" Gao Wengao raised the sword in his hand, and one after another, the aliens dropped their weapons one after another.

"Are you all right, King Arthur—" Gao Wen turned his head to look at An Zhiyu, and immediately smiled wryly, and supported him, "Although I want to ask that, but it seems unnecessary."

From the tragic situation of An Zhiyu, it can be seen what kind of battle he went through just now.

"What happened here?" Agguiwen looked at the scene in front of him, his face was a little dull, "Who did this?"

Piles of alien troops fell to the ground staggeringly, bloodstains spread all over the scene, and it was only the first sight that Agguiwen's eyes were shocked.

In fact, the answer was already obvious, but he still found it hard to believe that King Arthur alone wiped out most of the enemy troops.

The rest of the troops dismounted one after another and surrounded the enemy.

"I'm fine," An Zhiyu shook his head. "Prison them all and send them to the nearest Aldgren territory. In addition, Sir Lancelot was seriously injured, so take him to treatment quickly."

"Yes!" Gawain looked at Bedivere next to him, "Can I hand it over to you?"

Belleville nodded and began to order his subordinates to work in an orderly manner.

"Who is he?" Gawain quickly noticed the charred man lying on the ground, "Could it be King Marco?"

"King Marko is dead," Artoria walked with Bedivere's support, "he is Vortigern."

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment before he couldn't help but let out a surprised voice: "Vortigern?!"

"Is he still alive?" asked Agguivin in surprise.

"He's dead now." Artoria looked at An Zhiyu complicatedly, "Killed by him."

Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, looked at the group of alien races lying on the ground, and asked in disbelief, "A person...?"

After receiving Artoria's affirmative answer, the Knights of the Round Table were a little stunned.The name of the humble king has been imprinted in the depths of everyone's memory a long time ago and is indelible, but now it has turned into such a tragic situation. If they didn't believe that King Arthur would not tell such a lie, they would not believe it at all. That thing that has turned into a lump of coke could be Vortigern.

"A person." Artoria said softly, "He solved most of the people here, and he came here to save me—"

An Zhiyu raised his weak arm and flicked it towards Artoria's forehead.

"If you say that again, I'm going to lose my temper."

"Sorry..." Artoria lowered her head, raised her head after a while, pushed Bedivere away, and stretched out her hand to An Zhiyu.

"I'll help you out."

An Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly: "The red dragon's resilience is really strong."

It stands to reason that Bailong should also have such power, but his resilience is much weaker than that of Artoria.This is probably what Morgan said before, because his white dragon is not complete.

"I'll go ahead to check on Lancelot's situation." Bedivere just smiled and walked towards Lancelot.

"Everyone, let's go!" Gawain raised the Sun Sacred Sword.

The army began to evacuate the jungle one after another. An Zhiyu walked behind with the support of Artoria. The healing effect of the runes continued to heal his wounds, and his exhausted physical strength was slowly recovering.

In fact, these wounds are just minor things. The real problem is the overload of combat power. After a long time of overloading of combat power, An Zhiyu feels that the magic power of physical strength is continuously being consumed. If he fights with Vortigerm If it is delayed for a while, the consequences will be unimaginable.

And when a group of people began to evacuate the jungle one after another, a crackling sound suddenly came from this lively place.

An Zhiyu, who was walking in the army, froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look.

The thing that had been charred by An Zhiyu began to produce a crack.

At that moment, An Zhiyu had a bad idea in his mind.

Shouldn't be...

It's impossible at all...

Although he really didn't want to believe this premonition, but now it seems that even if he doesn't believe it, he can't help it.

There was another crack in the charcoal block, and then, the dense cracks quickly burst open.

"Run!" An Zhiyu yelled.

"leave here!"

Vortigern didn't die, or rather, he died, but because of this, he was reborn and freed himself from his shackles.

Then, the black dragon descended.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then raised their heads to look at the black dragon soaring into the sky.