Roland, become my Noble Phantasm!

What are you fighting for?

For the sake of the land and country where I am, I joined the King's Knights, followed the King, participated in one war after another, and won victory after victory after the King, so it is only natural He entrusted his life to himself, the invincible king.

But now someone told him that it is the most stupid way to entrust his life on others on the battlefield, what is the possibility, after all, isn't he a miserable appearance now?Not every time someone will come to save yourself.

The soldier doesn't know what choice he should make, but he understands what he should do now, pick up the sword in his hand and survive on every battlefield! !

Holding the sword of brilliant victory in his hand, Aslan moved forward all the way. With superb swordsmanship, a powerful holy sword, and Meluxin, who has been supporting him from time to time, it can be said that Aslan has no one to stop him in the process of advancing. In this During the process, Aslan naturally inadvertently saved one soldier after another who was almost killed on the battlefield.

She has a similar appearance to Artoria, with golden hair fluttering in the wind, holding a golden holy sword. On this battlefield, there are indeed many people who regard Aslan as their own in a trance. At the same time, he followed behind Aslan, chasing after Aslan's footsteps.

The golden holy sword in Aslan's hand is like a bright light in the dark night. Not only his own people can see where Aslan is at a glance, but even the enemy has begun to pay attention to Aslan's moving direction. The moving wall composed of wooden stakes tied together began to be spliced ​​one after another in front of Aslan's advance.

This is like the fortress that was originally located in the battlefield was dispersed in a hurry, and then reassembled at a key place. A city made of wood spliced ​​​​is just like this standing in a key position.

Originally, such an action was difficult to realize, but after those black air currents entered the bodies of some soldiers and strengthened their physiques, the plan of the mobile fortress was finally realized.

After slashing an enemy with the holy sword in Aslan's hand, he looked up at the small wooden city blocked in front of his eyes. His light blue eyes were still neither sad nor happy, but he held the holy sword in his hand tightly. Clenching the body, a large amount of magic power rushed towards the holy sword.

"Bring me victory!"

This time Aslan is going to try the strongest attack that the Sword of Brilliant Victory in his hand can unleash. He is not yet a heroic spirit, so the unleashed power may be a little smaller than expected, but it will destroy the wood in front of him. Fortress should still be fine.

In fact, if one day, Aslan achieves his goal, under the circumstance that the mystery of this world fades, he does not mind accepting the invitation of the restraining force, and becomes a heroic spirit as a living person. If he really achieves eternal life, whether it is Aslan is still Meluxen, and the future world will not be able to afford both of them.

What's more, it's impossible for the restraint to be reassuring to them, so it's only a matter of time before they are found.

But now that it's on the battlefield, I don't want to think about it for the time being.

The Sword of Brilliant Victory is getting brighter and more joyful. It will definitely bring victory to Aslan, and it will also tell Aslan how powerful he is, and at the same time, it will prove that he has not been reforged by Aslan. Wrong, I didn't waste it, on the contrary, having more powerful power will make me more brilliant.

From today onwards, the world will know that it is no longer a golden sword of victory, but a glorious sword of victory (New·Caliburn) closely bound with the name of Aslan! !

"Here, open up the way for me to advance! I will definitely win a brilliant victory! Cut off the evil, recede the shadows, try to block this brilliant light, [Sword of Brilliant Victory]!"

The holy sword raised high swung forward, and the golden torrent condensed together, breaking out from the blade. This golden sword attracted everyone's attention, and also broke through the dark clouds in the sky. In this area, the rain also stopped in an instant.

The torrent of light moved forward indomitably, and then collided with the wooden fortress. There was only one result, and that was the destruction like a crush. After destroying everything in front of him, whether it was defensive facilities or enemies, the golden light spiraled. Hitting the sky, the dark clouds were completely dispersed at this moment, and the sun shone along the broken sky and fell on the earth.

Aslan put away his raised hand, and calmly looked at the ruins created by his own power in front of him. The destructive power produced by the Sword of Brilliant Victory was indeed no different from what he had imagined and guessed. It was indeed A holy sword that is not inferior to the sword of contract victory.

As if feeling Aslan's mood, the Sword of Brilliant Victory uttered a melodious cry again, like the chant of a dragon.

Aslan didn't notice that when the sun shone, and the water vapor refracted into strands of golden light, along with the rainbow, it was reflected on him again. He was wearing a white armor with gold decorations, and held a golden holy sword in his hand. How attractive is the appearance of the sword, and the slight alienation in those indifferent light blue eyes seems to be just right.

Withdrawing the sword of glorious victory into the distant utopia, Aslan looked at the soldiers who had started to retreat and fled before him, put away his combat stance, and then looked at those who followed behind him, who were respectful because of his gaze. The soldiers who bowed their heads to him as a knight frowned slightly.

Have these people misunderstood something?

But before Aslan could figure out how to explain it, footsteps came from the side, and he turned his head to see Kai who came rushing after seeing the dazzling golden light.

"excuse me, you are?"

The last time I traveled in Artoria, at the end, although Artoria and Aslan met, Kay did not meet Aslan, so it is normal that Kay did not know Aslan. Now he is shocked by the extremely similar face of the young man in front of him to his own king.

Of course similarities are similar, but standing there, as long as they are not in a trance, as long as their eyes are normal, no one will mistake Aslan and Artoria. After all, the color of their eyes and hair are different.

Of course, Aslan didn't recognize the person in front of him right away. He just saw the difference between the armor worn by the knight in front of him and the other soldiers, so he guessed that the knight in front of him should belong to the management.

"Knights of the Round Table? It's just in time. You should be in charge of these soldiers, right? Get ready, I'm going to give my cheap father a big gift."

Chapter 63: That's the Dark Dragon

If he didn't know the gender of his king, Kai would almost have thought that the cheap father Aslan said would be his own king, but considering his age, it is impossible to have such a big child.

Of course, Kai didn't know that his king did have a big brother in Camelot. Since Morgan disappeared from the public, he has been secretly training Mordred until Arthur wins the war. After that, Mordred may also join the Knights of the Round Table, and the short-lived King Arthur's most glorious moment will follow.

All glory will usher in loneliness, and the glory of King Arthur will gradually decline before sending troops to crusade against Rome.

But these have nothing to do with Aslan. Now Aslan is just very concerned about whether he can give his cheap dad a shocking gift on Father's Day.

"Aslan Pendragon, my name is considered a member of the royal family."

Aslan glanced at Kai, and simply introduced himself, and then began to issue orders to the Knight of the Round Table, "Knights of the Round Table, integrate all the frontline teams, your king may be in trouble among the enemies." , you continue to be deadlocked here, and you can't provide any useful help to your king at all."

Kai frowned. Whether or not to trust the person in front of them will determine their future. As a qualified knight of the round table, they should not believe in the existence of a person who stands in front of them and claims to be a member of the royal family. Things went from bad to worse.

Do you want to trust this person in front of you?

Aslan glanced at Kai, after all, he didn't say anything more, if the knight of the round table is willing to follow him, then of course it would be great, if he doesn't, then it doesn't matter.

With him and Meluxin, he was still able to send an unimaginable Father's Day blessing to his old father. He brought the Knights of the Round Table with him just to find Arturia who was trapped somewhere.

No matter what these soldiers planned to do next, Aslan had already grabbed a war horse, turned over, mounted the horse, greeted his own dragon, and sprinted towards his cheap father's territory shrouded in black mist.

Just go straight to the heart of Vortigern's territory! !

Kai looked at Aslan's back, and finally gritted his teeth, let's be willful for once, maybe they really need to change, this time the situation is different from what they have faced in the past.

"All knights listen to my orders! Immediately reorganize the team, let's go to support the king!!"

At this moment, Artoria is taking Gawain and others to temporarily retreat in Vortigern's territory to rest. They have already challenged that dragon once, but the result is not satisfactory, and there is no distant Gensokyo to continue. The current King Arthur is still a bit weaker than that dragon, especially since the dragon has begun to mobilize the power of the island.

Even the light of the holy sword in their hands began to be swallowed by the darkness under Vortigern's hands. Gawain still doesn't want to think about what happened a few days ago.

Originally, when they rushed into the dragon's castle with a large number of soldiers, the whole of Great Britain hadn't seen such a change. Although the overall tone of Vortigern's castle was dark, it didn't look so scary, at most it was a bit depressing and The darkness highlighted Vortigern's oppressive momentum and arrogance more and more.

Vortigern didn't seem to be surprised that they came to his castle, or the old man in front of him had been waiting for a long time. Of course, although Vortigerm was old, he looked like a man in his prime. There is really not much difference, the dark armor on his body gleamed darkly, and he sat lazily on the throne.

Holding his cheek with one hand, Vortigern rarely expressed seriousness after seeing Arturia, and sat up straight, "Arthur? How interesting, look at what my good brother is doing. What did you do to create a king artificially? Could it be that he thought he would be able to compete with me?"

Gao Wen didn't know that his king was artificially created. In fact, he didn't want to hear what the guy in front of him had to say, so he raised his sun and aimed his holy sword at Vortigern on the throne.

"Prince Vortigern! You started the dark age of Great Britain. Today, I and the Knights of the Round Table will follow the king to crusade against you!"

Seeing the knight of his grandson pointing his sword at him, Voutigeng was slightly stunned for a moment, as if he had heard some big joke, and then he sat on the throne and laughed loudly.

"Huh? Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Crusade me? Just rely on you knights? This is really the biggest joke of this era!"

Vortigern's laughing voice and the words he said next reached the ears of other soldiers around him without any concealment. To the ears of the knights who fought here together, it was like an insult. It is said that they are all soldiers who broke through many barriers and came here.

There is no weak person who can make it this far. This humble king regards them as beings that can be destroyed with a single hand. In their view, this insult is really big, "Don't underestimate us! Let you experience our knights. strength!"

But is the dragon in front of him really just insulting them?

Seeing the existence of these summer insects with different language ices, Voutigeng slowly stood up, the sloppy smile on his face gradually subsided, and then picked up the black magic sword placed next to the throne, and drew Slowly raising it, Arthur's knights also raised their weapons at this moment, and charged towards the humble king in front of them!

But in the next moment, dense darkness erupted from Vortigern's body, and the earth seemed to cry out, and all the holy swords present were stained with darkness.

The humble king's throne began to decay, and there was a black shadow in front of the decaying throne. The armor was stained with pitch black, and it was clearly noon, but it was covered by shadows.

...that was a hole in the world, drinking hot molten iron, and swallowing it - something so cold, something inhuman -

The dragon Vortigern.

"Why resist, why deny, why pretend to be human?

Britain must be destroyed.

You must be extinct.

If this island is going to be polluted by humans, let it return to its original state with my hands——

Turn great Britain into a hell, a dark paradise that will never be inhabited by human beings in the future! "

Putting off all disguises, Vortigern swung the sword in his hand indifferently and frantically.

Chapter 64: The Isle of Black

Depressed, terrifying, and it seems that there is only endless darkness left in the eyes.

Although no psychological shadow was left behind, Gao Wen really didn't want to recall the scene of that day. It was a sense of ambiguity where he couldn't see the light, as if he was in a dark abyss, and the holy sword of the sun in his hand was restrained. , In this darkness, the sun is also dark, when the extreme darkness in front of his eyes gradually recedes.

And the soldiers behind him who were about to charge against the evil dragon decayed rapidly in the darkness, the metal armor on their bodies quickly melted, their flesh also quickly turned into dust, and finally even their bones decayed into powder , as the sword pressure disappeared into the castle, all the soldiers who followed died under the sword.

Even the demon dragon didn't even let them collect the corpse.

Although my king held the holy spear and the holy sword, but in the process of colliding with the dragon, the dragon possessed the power of the island as a follow-up supplement, but my king lost the power of the scabbard. Therefore, it seems that there is a lack of stamina.

Perhaps Arturia also regretted it at this time. When Merlin asked which was more important, the sword or the scabbard, he chose the sword. If he chose the scabbard, would the future be changed somehow?

If you think about it carefully, there is already a powerful blacksmith on the island of Great Britain. Even if you really lose the sword of contract victory, you should be able to obtain a weapon that is not weaker than the sword of contract victory in the hands of Aslan. , she can still save the country with a new weapon in her hand, why did she think the sword was more important in the first place?

However, there are never what-ifs in this world. During the battle, Artoria did not have so much time to think about this problem, but she found that she seemed unable to take down the dragon in front of her, or take down the dragon in front of her. After the demon dragon, I couldn't take into account the situation of Gao Wen and others, so I immediately chose to retreat for the time being.

Before retreating, Gawain looked back at the expression of the demon dragon. He was still so arrogant, standing in the darkness, not bothering to pursue him. It seemed that in the eyes of this demon dragon, his mission had been completed. The island will eventually fall into boundless darkness.

When they retreated, Gawain discovered how this land had changed compared to before. What happened to those demon-like existences?There were even pitch-black goblins attacking them. With the dragon's castle as the center, it seemed that this half of the island had become the hell that the dragon said.

During this process, because of their weakening, it was basically their own king who led them to break through. At this moment, in this short resting place, Gawain lowered his head, "Since we have delayed the king so much, I am so ashamed, I swear that this will never happen again after today!"

After seeing Gawain's movements, Arturia quickly helped her knight up, then shook her head. Strictly speaking, it was not her knight's fault. It was herself who lost battery life and lost the scabbard. If I were more cautious, the current situation would not appear.

"I'll talk about the future. Let's make repairs first, and then join up with other people to deal with Vortigern. I'm afraid we have to make a new plan."

Artoria looked at the black shadows hovering outside the camp, and couldn't help clenching her teeth. She had just dealt with these black presences, and now they are spreading over again. I'm afraid there is not much time left for them. It's just a crusade game, so now on top of this crusade game, I'm afraid there will be an additional countdown.

Compared with the previous missions, the current missions are more depressing, but the more so, the less anxious, there must be a way to break the situation.

Compared with Gao Wen and others, Kai was actually more anxious. After entering the surrounding area, seeing the mess all over the ground, the knights staying behind were not in a good mood.

They actually put the king in such danger. Under such circumstances, their king should be in desperate need of help and support.

But look at the young knight named Aslan walking in the front. This kid who is much younger than them looks so calm. Those of them who have become official knights of the round table can't show such a flustered look. expression.

In fact, Aslan, who seems extremely calm to them, is more anxious than anyone else in his heart, but the more he is in front of outsiders, the panic in Aslan's heart becomes more difficult to express. In fact, Aslan is a person who is very afraid. A person who is ashamed in front of familiar people, to deal with such a seemingly powerful person, he only needs to let him die socially.

However, Aslan will also be very careful, and will not do some shameful things easily, so he will not be like someone who left a novel called The Dark Knight in his library during the second year of middle school! !

Throwing the dagger stuck in his waist casually, the dagger quickly deformed in the air, and finally took on the shape of a missile, and then blasted into the woods beside him, a small mushroom cloud rose towards the sky.

After these years of research, the mutant modern weapons have been studied more and more purely. Such disposable weapons are usually hung on the waist as decorations or simple weapons. If you need to throw them out directly or insert them on the ground Just wait for the magic power to detonate.

Just imagine, when the enemy is fighting with you, the cold weapon in your hand suddenly turns into a hot weapon, what kind of scene would that be?

The same decorative string hanging around the waist has been hung with countless pendant-like experimental products. Those experimental products have more or less failed, but each of them is a process of technological progress. If someone can get this string The pendant, on the one hand, can gain a certain strength improvement, and if one knows the elven script, one can reproduce Aslan's research footsteps in the future.

You must know that in these days, Aslan has already repaired all the damaged experimental products. This is also Aslan's little selfishness. There is a new owner.

Anyway, this is all research done by myself, and it would be best if it can be passed on.

Seeing that the power of the explosion was much greater than he expected, Aslan clenched his fist gently, feeling his strength, and sure enough his state perception was correct.

Chapter 65: Does anyone love Vortigerm?

It seems that because of the blood of the white dragon flowing in his body, the darkness pervading the island actually has a strengthening effect on himself, that is to say, as long as he wants to absorb the darkness that exists on this island, he can The strength can rise linearly, but at that time, my appearance... Maybe it will be reversed.

Aslan Alter?A dragon knight with a magic sword and a magic spear in his hand and a magic dragon?

Then he will be punished even if he walks, not to mention that Aslan doesn't think he is suitable for black armor. Although the so-called black armor is twice as strong, isn't that time yet?

But... if this black mist can strengthen him, then he can't let go of these diffuse mist at will!

"what--!!!"

The holy sword in Aslan's hand quickly swung its powerful magic power to the side, leaving a trace on the ground with a ray of brilliance, killing the goblins who rushed out of the forest and turned into monsters. The relationship between the goblins is not bad, instead of letting these goblins slowly dawn in the dark, it is better for him to personally send these goblins for a ride.

It's not just this goblin, although the short sword he threw turned into an explosion caused by a missile, which affected a wide range, but this forest is really too vast, and there must be more goblins coming from the forest. Rush out.

"Everyone be on alert! Remember, even if the goblin who rushes out in a while is your girlfriend or boyfriend, they have fallen into darkness now, and cutting off their heads will be their relief!"

Originally, Aslan only wanted to talk about his girlfriend, but thinking about it, there might be other female knights in this knight order, not to mention that this is Great Britain, so he added her boyfriend. After all, there are still men among elves.

However, in the area where I live, I can't see any male requests. The reason is that all female fairies already have their own white moonlight, and other male fairies can't become cinnabar moles for these female fairies. I'm alone here, so I might as well go elsewhere and try to find a girlfriend.

If beauty is also a sin, then Aslan is also somewhat sinful.

Aslan looked left and right, and after confirming that the goblins that rushed out were not too powerful, he got off his horse and took out some metal from his personal storage magic dress, and began to forge quickly with a forging hammer. The change was like a bottle. As one after another fairy characters were engraved on it, the bottle began to absorb the black mist of the island.

The gas that can be like the extreme darkness and the gap in the world is quickly absorbed into the bottle. Although Aslan also forged the lid of the bottle and applied several kinds of fairy characters for sealing, he did not put the lid on at this time. cover.

Think about being able to absorb these gases that make you appear reversed and increase your strength. This is the only time in your life. These are consumables, and they don’t always exist in your body. Collect more, just in case you need them It is an absolute killer.

When fighting with others and finding that you can't beat them, just take out this bottle and pour it into your own mouth. The wounds on your body will recover quickly, and the strength of your whole body will turn from light to darkness, and even your strength will be a little stronger. It's enough to catch the opponent by surprise, especially the kind of existence that targets oneself.

Aslan took a deep breath, feeling his own strength, and then joined the battle. After the goblins here were almost dealt with, the whole team continued to move forward.

The unstoppable appearance along the way naturally attracted the attention of Vutigeng's subordinates. Although Vutigeng is a magic dragon, it has to be said that he also has his own charisma, and he can also attract the real, sincere As for his subordinates, even though this incident seems to be a bit out of line, those who are willing to be his subordinates are probably mentally ill.

This subordinate looked at his king sitting on the decaying throne, closing his eyes and resting his mind, and lowered his head. His own king really became more and more imposing, like a dragon. This Great Britain exists dyed black.

"My lord, we haven't found King Arthur who escaped before, but we found another group of troops heading towards us. Judging from the costumes, it should still be King Arthur's army."