1912 doesn't seem right?
Artoria's move was not done, and the action was thunderous, which really shocked many people.
Bathed in the dark magic storm, everyone watched as they released their amazing magical aura, and their faces were full of coldness, all of them struggled to maintain their bodies.
Of course, even the people who were not targeted by Artoria's treasures, let alone those who were directly attacked by Artoria's treasures.
The army of the Suzheng Knights was scattered like this. Part of the center of the Torrent of Light was directly destroyed. Fortunately, the part on the periphery was all bombarded around like garbage and fell to the ground.
"hateful!"
Mordred retreated from the torrent of light and landed on the ground, but soon he couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, and his armor became ragged and blood flowed down from his limbs and forehead. It can be imagined that she was still quite injured by the blow of the Holy Sword.
If it weren't for the critical moment that Mordred had increased his magic power to the maximum and used the enhanced (magic power released) to release a large amount of red thunder, the armor on his body was also a rare treasure with considerable defense. The combination of the two would offset the power of the holy sword a lot. I'm afraid that Mordred had disappeared now.
Of course, this is also because of Mordred's sudden attack on Artoria. The power of the holy sword was directed towards her, and the rest were only affected. Otherwise, the Knights of the Round Table would have disappeared, and they would have disappeared without even their shadows.
Under such circumstances, the situation of the other two round tables is much better than that of Mordred.
"It is worthy of being King Arthur whom we once served. It is indeed powerful. I almost thought I was dead at that moment. It's so sad."
Tristan held a harp in his hand, and his body was swirling invisible arrows that were whirling back and forth like a storm, blocking a lot of the aftermath of the torrent of light.
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Lancelot did not speak, but he pulled out the magic sword at his waist and put it in front of him, smoking all over his body, but successfully blocked the aftermath of the holy sword.
The two armies were connected and before the war began, one of them had become so embarrassed.
Even the Knights of the Round Table did not expect such a situation, and they were already filled with a sense of sternness in their hearts.
This is not the first time the round tables have fought with Artoria. They have come to this special point one after another half a year ago, and even if they have not met ten or eight times on the battlefield, there will definitely be three or four times.
Therefore, the round tables knew very well that Artoria was strong and strong before, but she could not get as much as the three major (Holy Grail) blessings and blessings.
But now, Artoria [alter] made the three round table knights so embarrassed with just one blow from the Holy Sword.
Why is this happening?
This is already obvious.
""Is it all because of the Lord of Chaldes?""
Lancelot, Mordred and Tristan all looked at Luo Zhen.
There, Luo Zhen stood quietly, as if he was outside the battle circle, as if he was not concerned about himself, and his face was calm.
On the contrary, the followers around Luo Zhen seemed very clear in their emotions.
Especially Joan of Arc [alter] was cursing in anger.
"Do you have a brain problem? A cold-blooded and violent woman!" Joan of Arc yelled angrily: "Who did anyone use the strongest treasure to hit it hard as soon as he came up? Even I was almost blown away, do you know?"
"Is that?" Artoria said expressionlessly: "I really don't know that you are so weak, just a little magical aftermath can blow you away. This is the result of signing a contract with the Lord. I really don't know how weak you were before. No wonder you were arrested and locked up in such a place, with a savage tongue and a stingy girl."
"Who is the arrogant and arrogant person?" Joan of Arc became even more angry and said loudly: "Besides, the ones who arrested me are not your subordinates, they are all people you have brought before, right? I haven't even settled the shame of not killing me but locking up here! How did you find your subordinates? A mentally retarded woman!"
"I'm sorry, you won't understand." Artoria turned her head, looked at Joan of Arc, and then said, "How can you, a woman who only knows how to set fire to this and that on the battlefield, know how to dig out talents and recruit subordinates? You'd better find your dragon to ride it well. Look, there is a little guy secretly grinding his teeth in the corner over there, which is just right for you, a gloomy woman."
"Very good. It seems that my anger finally has a partner to vent. You should be ready, right? A flat-breasted woman?"
"I should have said this sentence. Although I didn't care much about gender during my lifetime. Anyway, I was performing the king's duties as a man, but since you said that, I will let you try the direct strike of the Holy Sword, a fat woman."
After saying that, Artoria and Joan of Arc looked at each other, then one raised the holy sword and the other raised the magic flag, and they were going to fight to the death on the spot.
This is not a joke.
You know, these two are not the masters who can joke about it. They are both evil servants in the reversal state. It is natural to kill people if they disagree.
So, when they saw a black light appearing on Artoria's holy sword, and flames burned on Joan of Arc's curse flag, everyone was really shocked.
"Please stop! There are still enemies now!"
Mashu rushed to stop him.
"Sir Luo Zhen, what should I do?"
Jingmi asked Luo Zhen for help a little at a loss.
Luo Zhen looked at the two of them and suddenly said this.
"By the way, Artoria, I remember you are also the incarnation of the Red Dragon. It seems that it is not good to let Joan of Arc ride the dragon, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the audience calmed down.
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Artoria and Joan of Arc were both silent.
Mashu and Quiet opened their eyes wide.
The people of Chaldes had not yet reacted. Seeing this situation, they were all petrified.
Even the knights of the round table looked shocked, and they didn't react for a while.
The entire battlefield suddenly showed an extremely strange silence.
It was not until soon after that it was broken by the most impatient person present.
"I'm talking about you"
Mordred spoke irritably.
However, just at the moment of opening
"Shut up!"
With the shouts of Artoria and Joan of Arc, the torrent of light and violent flames came out.
Chapter completed!