Roland, become my Noble Phantasm!

Blood dripped onto the carpet along the magic sword, and the man just turned his head indifferently. That look, that gesture, and that temperamental girl are all tightly remembered in his heart until today.

As a child of the Fighting Clan, this lady has naturally had a muscular mentality since she was a teenager. Perhaps since that day, this lady has already had a figure of Vortigen in her heart that cannot be erased, perhaps since that day. , her heart, her character, everything about her is still distorted.

Now, the scene of that day seems to reappear in front of my eyes.

The boy in front of me... can't be wrong!The young man in front of him would definitely not have any close relationship with King Arthur. The young man in front of him should be related to the king whom the king's own soul revered - Vortigern!

"Who are you?! Who are you?!! What kind of relationship do you have with that king?!"

The lady ignored the pain in her body, even though she still had black air and electricity bouncing in her mouth every time she said a word, at this moment, he just wanted to know what happened between Aslan in front of him and the light in her soul. What is the relationship? To say that the two have no relationship is a real lie.

Aslan raised the sword in his hand indifferently, just like his own cheap father back then. At this moment, this lady even had a feeling of facing her own beliefs, just like that Vortigern standing on her own. In front of him, maybe just dying like this is also a good choice, dying at the hands of this person whose beliefs are very similar to his own, and must have something to do with it.

The holy sword in Aslan's hand fell, and directly cut off the lady in front of him, who had turned into an afro-headed head, and then lightly shook his holy sword, the indifference on his face slowly disappeared, After this indifference was put away, no one would think that he was similar to Vortigern at first glance.

Looking at the corpse lying at his feet, Aslan said softly, "What's the relationship between me and Vortigern... If I have to say it, I'm in a hurry to deliver it to him before Father's Day." A great gift."

Although this answer, the lady who lost her head, may no longer be able to hear it.

Not far away, the own dragon once again set off a storm, and a large number of soldiers were swept up into the sky, with a deep sword mark on their bodies. Because of the death of a large number of companions around, and because of the death of the leader, they gathered around The enemies here have no morale or reason to continue fighting.

Having said that, there are still many beings who have become crazy due to the influence of the dark island power. It is basically impossible to unilaterally make the other party surrender and obey the management.

Aslan could only raise the weapon in his hand high, "The enemy general is dead! The whole army obeys my orders: wipe out the remaining enemy troops!!"

All the Camelot soldiers who came here with Aslan let out a shout of excitement, and the movements in their hands became more and more courageous in the end. These soldiers have long been impressed by Aslan during this period, although they have not forgotten their own strength. It is a soldier of King Arthur, but it also has the shape of Aslan more or less.

After the morale of this side is getting higher and higher, and only irrational monsters are left on one side, the balance of victory will no longer have any deviation.

Gawain heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the soldiers rushing over were all wearing familiar armor. At the same time, he looked at his own king, "My king, our support is here."

After seeing these knights, Arturia also breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded slightly.

Finally, I can go hunting. Hunting has improved my food. I am really tired of eating mashed potatoes made by Gao Wen in hiding these days.

Well, just a little joke, Artoria is actually very curious, who led these cavalry rushed in to support them, she still knows her own knights very well, except for some who stayed behind in Camelot and Apart from the knights who followed him, among the commanding teams at the front, none of the Knights of the Round Table had the courage to change.

When the soldiers surrounded Aslan and came in front of Artoria, Gawain immediately stood up and blocked his king. I have identified Aslan and Meluxin in front of me.

Gao Wen did not forget how the two people in front of him deceived him, and at the same time, he would never forget how he was defeated so simply and neatly under the protection of their Camelot. It was precisely because of that failure that Gao Wen Wen then increased his training to make himself stronger.

Gao Wen had sworn that he would never experience that kind of failure again, but what was a little frustrating was that he still seemed to be defeated without any suspense when facing the magic dragon that destroyed the island, Vortigern.

After seeing Gawain's actions, Artoria shook her head lightly, and patted the armor on Gawain's shoulder at the same time, "Don't be on guard, the person here is someone I know."

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Chapter 70: Sheath! Who taught you to break it!

Sitting in a safe room, all the knights of the round table gathered together. The knights looked at their king and waited for the next course of action. At the same time, the Sun Knight Gawain continued to focus on Aslan.

In any case, I let the two people in front of me in the treasury take away my king's previous sword. In the end, when Mordred rebelled, he kept stopping Lancelot from seeing King Arthur.

Even if Lancelot wanted to do his part for his own King Arthur to help him put down the rebellion, perhaps Gawain never thought that he didn't want the betrayed king's knights to help the king, and would usher in the final death that was almost considered to be the same. be the end, both to himself and to their king.

As Gawain said when he died, because his self-willedness and stubbornness have always prevented Lancelot from helping his own king, so in the end he let his own king end up like that. only improved.

The current Gao Wen is still the "little young man" who has never experienced any regrets.

For Heroic Spirit, he can be considered young when he is alive.

"Okay, everyone, this time is our combat meeting against Vortigerm. Those of us who have faced Vortigerm should have discovered his strength. Although we now have the support of backup troops, we can The number of people fighting Vortigern is still limited, and ordinary soldiers simply don't have the ability to enter that castle."

No matter how many ordinary knights there are, I'm afraid they can't stop the sword that the dragon swung casually. That extremely black sword is enough to turn these ordinary soldiers into dust.

So strictly speaking, among the people who came to support, except for Aslan, Meluxen, and Kai, the others can't be counted as combat power at all, and only three more people can defeat the absolutely inferior weapon before. Does it look like it's back?

When everyone was relatively silent, Aslan took off the scabbard from his waist and put it on the table. The surrounding knights realized why he always felt as if there was something he hadn't noticed. The scabbard, which belonged to King Arthur, also strengthened the chances that these soldiers saw Aslan as Arthur.

"I didn't expect you to lose your scabbard, so let me borrow this scabbard for now..."

boom! !

The scabbard, which was easily held in the hand, suddenly increased its weight and slammed on the table, crushing the wooden table and even crushing the stone floor.

Aslan looked at his hand in mid-air, and then swallowed what he hadn't finished speaking, with an awkward smile on his face, which made him say that he was a bit socially dead, "Sorry, it seems that this hand The scabbard is a bit capricious..."

Aslan thinks it is because his white dragon's blood became active that the original catnip-like magical power has become more attractive. How to compare his current magical power?

That's probably already Tang Monk meat, and these weapons and equipment are not willing to come off after sticking to him.

How long has it been, [Distant Utopia], the equipment that finally came to me, has already learned the methods of my two predecessors without a teacher, or is it that these weapons and equipment can be used without knowing it? Have the ability to communicate secretly?The two seniors directly taught their juniors badly?

Impossible, with the jealous character of the Sword of Brilliant Victory, it should wish that other weapons and equipment would leave temporarily, leaving only itself and the Sword of Brilliant Victory, enjoying the time alone with each sword.

Artoria looked at the scabbard in front of her eyes, a flash of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, even though it hadn't been long since she lost the scabbard, in the process of defeating the dragon, the first defeat made her miss herself a little The ability of the scabbard is gone, but looking at the golden scabbard in front of her, Artoria didn't reach out her hand at this moment.

Even if Arturia couldn't hear the voice of the scabbard, she still understood that her former scabbard had now chosen a new owner. After all, when Merlin asked herself who was more important, she chose the holy sword. With the scabbard in front of him, there should be some resentment in his heart.

Although Arturia is a king, she will not ignore her mistakes, so Artoria does not intend to forcibly withdraw her scabbard.

It was my fault, it was my fault, no matter whether I chose the sword at the beginning or later, because Morgan lost the scabbard in front of me, the current owner of the scabbard should not bear the consequences.

Although the identity of the young man in front of me is not so clear, I only know that he has a certain blood relationship with him, and he is also the one selected by the sword of the king, but Artoria will definitely not suppress Aslan, and even She regards it as her own citizen, and Artoria herself is such a person.

If such a situation were placed on some other kings of other countries, simply because Aslan had royal blood, and at the same time was selected by the sword of the king with the qualifications to become a king, would this be enough to be feared by the king?If it doesn't work out, it will lead to death.

"No... I was the one who caused the loss of the distant Utopia. It is reasonable for her to reject me now, Aslan, I will entrust the far away Utopia to you from now on. In the hands of a blacksmith like you, It should be happier than in my hands."

The distant Utopia slowly floated up and returned to Aslan's hands, the entire scabbard exuded a soft and warm light.

Arturia lowered her eyebrows slightly, then quickly gathered her thoughts, looked at everyone around her, with a firm and serious expression, "Everyone, although we have experienced a failure, we cannot give up because of it. If we cannot defeat the dragon, then This island we are on will turn into a dark hell.

Knights, even if we look back now, what is waiting for us is the end of the countdown. For the loved ones we guard, for this land, even if there is only a glimmer of life, we should not give up!

Let's conquer the dragon again!With the help of Aslan this time, we will surely usher in victory! !Let the sun shine on the land of Great Britain, and victory will be with us! "

Chapter 71: Sweet and Sour Dragon

It has to be said that Artoria's speech was still successful, which is also based on Artoria's previous title of ever-victorious king.

Thanks to the knights she had been leading before, they won one victory after another without any defeat. All the knights have won every battle is the impression of the king, so this time it will be the same.

Even if they suffered a small setback in the last battle, the final outcome will definitely be victory!

Those knights of the round table who trusted Arturia very much were half kneeling on the ground at this moment, performing the knight salute while saying that my king is victorious, even if this is just a formal action, it is necessary.

After all, in this special period, the whole island has undergone tremendous changes first. This is because the battle situation has not improved significantly. At the same time, they also experienced a failure. The morale of the soldiers must be stimulated. They finally won a victory , then we must take this opportunity to revive!

Aslan watched all this calmly, and behind him, an ordinary knight bowed his head respectfully. This knight understood that soon these strong men in front of him would fight again for the existence that made this island fall into darkness. That's right, none of the knights who attacked together before was alive and followed by the king's side, which has already explained a lot.

Apparently, the elite troops that were on the assault with the king before have all been wiped out. There are not many soldiers who are still thinking calmly at this moment, and these soldiers who are thinking calmly will not say much even if they know the current situation. What, smart people will naturally do smart things, and this is a blow to morale?

Only a fool would do it.

At the same time, I also saw their king surrounded by so many troops to attack. If Mr. Aslan in front of him hadn't led them to rush in to help King Arthur, what would his own king face?Still an unknown.

Maybe... Even if it's just a guess, even if it's just a possibility, what if they didn't come to support their king and was caught here?Will the island be completely plunged into darkness?

Few knights would make such guesses, but unfortunately, this knight was one of them, so the knight's attitude towards Aslan became more and more respectful, and at the same time, he was worried about King Arthur most of the time. At the same time, the knight put more worries on Aslan.

"Mr. Aslan, thank you very much for this time. At the same time, please be more careful in the next battle. It's really a pity that I don't have such a strong strength to follow you to challenge the humble king... ..Ok.....?"

As the knight spoke, he couldn't help but feel the coolness coming from the back of his neck, as if some beast was staring at him.

Aslan patted the knight on the shoulder, and then turned his head to look at his own dragon helplessly. It was true that the sight and sense of threat that the knight felt was Meluxin's sight.

After the golden eyes of Aslan and Meluxin met, they immediately understood the meaning in Meluxin's eyes. Those golden eyes were constantly shouting, and the flames of anger were constantly burning.

Aslan!you can!We've already exchanged contract rings, and I'm the only one you're closest to. It's fine for those goblins to cling to you, and those weapons to cling to you. I didn't expect you to be so attractive to other knights besides Bahrain! !Still a male knight! !huh huh huh...

Aslan had already imagined the scene of Meluxin biting the small handkerchief and tearing to vent her dissatisfaction.

What to do, my own dragon is so cute even if it is awkward!

After Aslan left the knight, he came to his own dragon, gently hugged his own dragon in his arms, then stroked Melxin's white hair, and put his chin on his own dragon's head "Don't be jealous, people just respect me, why is your jealousy even stronger after we exchanged the contract ring?"

After Aslan lowered his head and hugged Meluxin in his arms, he poked the dimple on her face again, "What should I do? I want to sprinkle more sugar in getting along with you, but if this is the case, our family Is the dragon about to turn into a sweet and sour dragon? Just like your favorite sweet and sour fish~"

After hearing what Aslan said, Melxin twisted her body a little unhappy, then turned around directly, and lightly beat Aslan's chest with both hands.

Feeling the noisy and obviously awkward Meluxin in his arms, Aslan hugged her tightly, and at the same time put his mouth close to Meluxin's ear, and only the two of them could hear it. He said in a low voice, "Hey, it's awkward, it's not just the two of us here, if there is a fire, I'll see how you put it out."

Mei Luxin's writhing body stopped directly, and then a touch of red rose on her face, and then she gave Aslan a hard look, but she didn't do anything after all, she just lay quietly on Aslan's bed In his arms, enjoying the moment of peace between the wars.

During this period of time, in addition to formulating the next battle plan, it is the final trimming. During this period of time, the island has fallen into darkness again, and the plants on the land have begun to show signs of dying. The dragon must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise even if the half of the island or even the entire island is saved, there is no way for humans to continue to survive.

So then everyone will rush to the castle where Futigen is located without stopping.

Aslan raised his head silently, looking towards the darkest direction, looking from a distance, that was where his cheap old father was.

Aslan raised his hand, the palm of his hand was trembling slightly, and he couldn't help feeling a bit of unreasonable fear in his heart. He had been fighting before, so he didn't notice his little problem. Now During this break, this small problem also appeared on the bright side.

This is not Aslan's fear, but the remaining instinct of this body. He was not born before this, this body is living with his own cheap father, and it has left an anti-obsession in instinct. Ti Geng was so frightened, it seemed that he was really right to give such a gift to his cheap father before Father's Day!

Maybe after giving the Father's Day gift this time, I can also come to reenact the famous scene last time.

After a while, the sound of assembly came from outside the room. Aslan let go of Meluxen, and then straightened his clothes, "Are you ready? Dad, your son is back to see you."

Chapter 72: Distant Memories

"Master Vortigern...Master Vortigern, congratulations! It's a boy!"

The sound awakened Vortigern's consciousness, and he looked around. This is a sunny room. Of course, after being eroded by darkness, this is a bit abnormal. Looking at the servants in front of him, he seemed somewhat familiar, and The slightly old-fashioned decoration, Vortigern finally understood, it seemed that he was dreaming again after a long time.

"Master Vortigern?"

Hearing the voice next to his ear, Vortigern nodded, wondering what he dreamed about again.

Vortigern looked at the wrinkled child in front of him, and then took another look. He was lying on the bed and had just passed the life and death of giving birth to a child, so he stared at his woman with such greedy and extravagant eyes. There was a smile, not a smile of joy but a mockery.

child?He never expected that he would leave an heir, and he never thought about having an heir from the beginning. He would be the dragon that ended the island, so what's the use of having an heir?This woman in front of her wants to exchange a child for higher rights and favors?No, there is a desire for power and money in this woman's eyes, but there is no love.

In other words, he regards the woman in front of him as a tool to vent his desires, and the woman in front of him as an opportunity to obtain money and power. It's a fair deal, isn't it?Both are tools of the other.

Vortigern doesn't hate this kind of woman with clear ambitions, on the contrary, he appreciates this kind of existence that is willing to show his ambitions undisguised, but this kind of human's undisguised malice makes him more determined Determined to destroy the island!

Since the woman in front of him wants more power and more money, he will give her the higher power and more money, and let him see how this woman will be driven by his own ambition. How to go to perdition, this is not an interesting drama, let him pass the boredom a little during this idle time.

Put on a show, clown.

As for this child... already born, let's keep it, maybe it will be useful in the future, it's not that he can't afford to support an extra person, and it seems to be because of some premature birth, The child didn't cry, but seemed extremely quiet. Whether such a kid can survive is still unknown.

Vortigern pushed open the door, turned around and walked forward along the corridor, the years seemed to flow fast at this moment, and the surrounding situation also changed rapidly.

"Big sister, this way! Come and catch me! Oops!"

Vortigern's body was hit by someone, he looked down, a blond boy was rubbing his forehead, and a maid not far away was running over in a hurry, and then kept apologizing to himself.

"I'm very sorry, Master Vortigern! Master Aslan and I didn't pay attention! Please forgive me!"

Looking at the blond-haired child in front of him, Vortigern heard his body say, "Where did the kid come from in my castle?"

It seems that I said so back then, and it's normal to think about it. For a person who doesn't care about children, even if they have children, they can be thrown aside immediately, regardless of whether they are asked, and it is obvious that many years have passed. That crumpled little devil has grown up, I never thought that the crumpled little devil could grow into such a appearance.

"Master Vortigern...Master Aslan...is your child."

As for the child's mother, she was destroyed a few years ago because of her growing desire, and Vortigern could no longer remember the name and appearance of that woman. In addition to the emotional eyes, the woman's face is also a little blurred.

The same is true for the child and the maid in front of me, but compared to the maid whose appearance is basically blurred, I remember the kid's light golden hair and light blue eyes very clearly.

Vortigern remembered, and the next thing vaguely remained in his mind. After hearing what the maid said, he directly lifted the little devil in front of him by grabbing his head. The pain made the little devil in front of him There was a crying sound, and he just looked at the child in front of him with interest.

"My child?"

At that time, he didn't remember how his child came here, but at that time he brought a bunch of aliens, and he was worried about those outsiders, how could he trust him, such a cheap child who came to his door , It really solved his urgent need.

"Since it's my blood, I'll take this kid away."

Amidst the boy's cries, he dragged the boy straight into the darkness.

In reality, Vortigern, who was sitting on the decaying throne, slowly opened his eyes, and at the same time slowly raised his head, moving his sore arms, "It's really something buried deep in my mind. Memories... Am I getting old? I actually recalled my own children..."

There was only such a child in Vortigern's life. If he had no memory at all, it wouldn't be so, but if he had a deep memory, then he wouldn't. If he didn't remember wrongly in the depths of his mind, when he The aliens who had been recruited told him that the child had escaped from the camp and ran into the forest.

So the child should have been buried in the forest long ago.

Why would I dream and think of such a thing?