In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

"The breath of the assembled stars, the radiant flow of life—"

The liberation words of the holy sword sounded like the chanting of an elves, and the terrifying magic power condensed into countless light spots around the three of them, beautiful and dreamy.

"Yes!" Galahad hurriedly agreed, panting to revoke his magic power, and ran behind the three of them, where the holy light could not reach.

The ground shattered, and the layers of clouds piled up. Even if there was no phantom of the Holy City around the three, no creatures could approach. The shock wave formed by the huge magic power was enough to knock down any enemy.

"Galt!!!"

"Chalkess!!!"

"Excalibur!!!"

The endless pouring of holy light, golden; silver; red orange, intertwined, gathered, and entwined.

Greater and more terrifying than any holy light.

Endless rays of light shrouded the entire battlefield, recklessly cleared the alien race, and even the soldiers of the British side were blown away by the blowing wind.

The three holy swords are all from the hands of Vivian, the fairy in the lake, and the power released can naturally blend.

That is, 1+1+1, which is greater than 3.

After a few seconds, the holy light disappeared.

Residual spots of magic power shone on the battlefield.

The holy light released by the three of them directly swept away almost all the alien races within a few thousand meters across, not even the corpses were left, all collapsed and melted in the holy light.

Only the broken earth and a long, obviously bombarded path remained, announcing to life the existence of the Holy Light.

The number of aliens was swept away by more than half at once.

The British generals and the Knights of the Round Table quickly took advantage of this opportunity to counterattack with the British soldiers.

On the other hand, after most of the alien races were cleaned up by the Holy Light, the remaining alien races, whether they were wise or not, were unavoidable, and had a deep fear of the holy light that could be called a miracle.

And when fear arises, their unstoppable momentum to enter the human world is exhausted.

"Pfft—" Anno spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Qing Annuo!"

"Grandfather!" Several people around Anno quickly checked Anno's situation.

Anno's breath is more sluggish than before, and the feeling of weakness has come out.

The liberation of the holy sword was already a heavy load. Annuo, with his old body, liberated twice in a row, and he was exhausted.

He weakly grabbed Galahad's palm and stood up forcibly, driving his magic power to prevent himself from falling down again.

"Grandfather, you have—" Galahad said eagerly.

Anno shook his head and looked towards the end of the horizon.

"Your father, I feel it, and the king's heir, are all there." He pointed to the distance, and his perception told him that the confused and familiar aura of Lancelot and Mordred was there.

Arthur and Gawain looked up, and there was a small hill, no one knew what was behind the hill.

Annuo took a few deep breaths, put the guarded chalk back into the scabbard, and turned on his horse under the worried eyes of several juniors.

Arthur opened his mouth to persuade Anno to go back.

But Anno spoke first.

He looked at Arthur gently: "King, Anno, Knight of the Round Table, I ask you for the right to participate in the war for the last time."

Arthur closed his eyes and nodded hard.

===Chapter 98 Anno's Wrath===

The king led the knights of the round table, and the knights of the round table led the British army, and strongly pushed back the invasion of alien species.

The war lasted for a day, and after night, both sides stopped at the same time, except for a small number of nocturnal beasts.

Anno sat in his tent, where he rested with his grandson Galahad.

He lay on the simple floor in his armor and let out a long breath.

The feeling of weakness inevitably came from the body, the hands were sore, and the left hand seemed to be cracked again.

But Anno's heart was beating unconsciously with enthusiasm.

He suddenly remembered that when he was young, he seemed to have done exactly the same thing as now.

The battlefield is the home of knights

Nothing in the night

The next day, the battle against the aliens was still orderly.

The army pushed the battlefield back to the top of the hill, and standing here, everyone could finally see what was on the opposite side of the mountain.

"That's the father, and Sir Mordred?" Galahad exclaimed.

It was a space door linking heaven and earth. Lancelot and Mordred, who were influenced by Morgan Ferrer's magic [Breakdown and Destruction: Votigen], were still shrouded in dark shadows. One person pulled one side of the space door. Continue to expand the space gate.

Inside the space door, you can see the scene of the inhuman realm, countless beasts and goblins, and orcs walk out from it.

The portal to the space is constantly expanding and constantly being stabilized.

In everyone's heart, there is an unsettled feeling.

Finally, after temporarily restraining the aliens from going up the mountain, Mordred and Lancelot stopped continuing to expand the space gate.

Arthur stopped slashing and frowned at the space door.

Longyin, from the non-human realm.

The space door was finally firm enough to allow the dragon species with huge size and magic power to pass through.

"Arrrrrrr——" Lancelot and Mordred let out inexplicable roars.

What is striking is that Lancelot's saber is also one of the holy swords from the hand of the fairy Vivian in the lake. The body was all polluted and pitch black, full of filth and disgust.

Killing his comrade who was also a round table, the holy sword lost its qualification as a holy sword because of the behavior of its owner, was invaded by demons, and turned into a demon sword.

The two knights who had become Votigen's bodies were like black gusts, wantonly releasing their magical powers.

Anno's eyes were cold, and his withered body was driven by magic, and he rushed out of the knight's team.

"grandfather!"

An Nuo ignored his grandson's worries, and instead stepped a little faster.

The speed of the three of them is like a meteor, and they will touch in just a few seconds.

"Lancelot, Mordred, you two bastards—" Anno slammed vigorously, holding up the chalk he was guarding, and angrily scolded the two of them.

"Let me wake up a little!!!"

Without using the blade, but with the fist that clenched the sword, Anno directly hammered Lancelot's head.

"Or—" Lancelot screamed and rolled directly.

Mordred saw the opportunity, stretched out his palm that had turned into a claws, and grabbed it towards Anno.

But Anno was faster than Mordred, he grabbed Mordred's arm and swung Mordred directly.

Then he smashed hard at Lancelot, who had not yet got up.

"Aaaaaaaa—" Votigeng's body screamed.

Anno straightened his body and forcibly swallowed the blood that was about to be spit out into his stomach, looking at the two mad knights full of anger and regret.

===Chapter 99 The Flock of Dragons===

Inside the space door, a huge shadow appeared, sending out a deafening dragon roar.

hold head high--

The huge dragon claws slammed on the ground, leaving deep traces, and the evil eyes showed through the space door, looking greedily at the human world.

Dragons, true dragon species, are different from wyverns, these are quadrupeds and wings, real dragons.

The body of each giant dragon is similar to the original Votigeng, although the strength is far from that of Votigeng, but...

In the despairing eyes of the soldiers.

One dragon...two dragons...ten dragons.

Hundreds of dragons.

The giant dragon flew out of the space door one by one, waving its wings that covered the sky, and roaring excitedly and wildly.

The soldiers raised their heads and watched this desperate scene. The weapons slipped from their hands unconsciously, and some even fell directly to the ground.

Countless people shed tears in fear, but couldn't say a word.

Although the knights of the round table were not afraid, the gloom in their hearts was slowly condensing.

Dragon, even if it is not Fafnir, Votigon, such a top-level magic dragon, but an ordinary dragon is still powerful, and can easily destroy a country or an island.

In a hidden place, Morgan, who had run out of fuel in order to maintain magic, frantically watched the appearance of the giant dragons and let out a cheerful and hoarse laugh.

"Go and destroy!"

"Go trample!"

"Go and destroy Britain, and even the entire human world!"

She let go of her emotions.

This can give her a little bit of comfort after being betrayed by her father, sister, son, and daughter.

Arthur was silent, and so were the mighty Knights of the Round Table.

This kind of desperate situation, even the invincible King Arthur, will inevitably raise a trace of powerlessness.

"Really... This job looks really troublesome." In the end, Kai Qing, who was teased as a talkative scumbag, smiled and said his thoughts, "However, this kind of tiring work should be handed over to us. Do it?"