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

The people at the round table pondered and suddenly came to their senses.

Anno dissipated a lot of the black energy from the two mad knights.

He resolutely stood at the forefront.

"King, people of the round table, fear is definitely not an emotion a good knight should have!" His dry white hair fluttered in the wind, and he involuntarily spurted out a mouthful of blood as he spoke.

Arthur looked at his teacher, then at his brother, and couldn't help laughing: "Even now, I still can't live without your teaching."

She stood the holy sword in front of her and said loudly, "British soldiers!"

Everyone was attracted by Arthur's voice and looked at the majestic and petite king.

"This is the greatest crisis Britain has faced since its birth!"

"As king, I declare that this war will be extremely difficult."

"It is so difficult that soldiers will abandon their weapons, and kings will sigh silently."

"But! Britain will not be destroyed. This is my guarantee as a lord!"

"Countless cities and people are behind us! I am the king of Britain, and you are the soldiers of Britain!"

"I'm no longer silent, so take up arms now! Our opponent is a rare dragon!"

When the soldiers heard the king's announcement, their scattered eyes became firm, and their fearful hands became firm.

Arthur pointed the holy sword at the flying dragons, and smiled contemptuously: "Our sword is going to be stained with the blood of dragons!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!"

===Chapter 100 Bindu Bindu De Leon===

The war between man and dragon broke out.

Although Arthur forcibly used his leadership to boost morale, but, to be honest, the role soldiers can play in this war can be said to be minimal.

To say it was a war was actually more like a one-sided slaughter.

While dealing with giant dragons, British soldiers must also take into account the defense against attacks from other alien races.

But the dragon's breath is enough to kill several people, not to mention that there are nearly [-] dragons here.

When disaster strikes, the first person to stand up is definitely a leader, an absolute hero.

Gawain desperately released his holy light, burning the dragon.

Tristan's melody changed from a graceful dance to a rhythm like a hurricane, arrows of air powerful enough to break through the dragon's defenses.

The Knights of the Round Table, who dominate the war.

Bindu looked at his colleagues around him, and then at Anno who was fighting with Lancelot Mordred on the mountainside.

The dragon in the sky is still flying, still roaring.

In fact, all knights can guess the final result of this war in their hearts.

Probably destruction.

Bindu smiled freely.

He took off the armor protecting him and threw it to the ground, holding up his weird sword.

Most of the people at the round table were of noble birth. Tristan and Lan Malocco were princes from foreign countries, Argonaut and Gawain were the children of the eldest princess. Even Anno was a close friend of Merlin, and you were a viscount of Britain.

Bindu was originally just an orphan of war who was adopted by the church, a character who did not exist in the legend at all.

When he was young, he was selected by Anno, who was the head of the British Glory Knights at the time. After training, he became a knight. Later, he even had his own seat on the round table of glory.

In Anno, although he experienced more harshness, it made Bindu, who had lost his parents since childhood, happy.

While doing his best to get to this point, Bindu discovered that his most precious thing was not a seat at the round table.

But, along the way, with Anno, with Wang, and with colleagues who are also at the round table.

Bindu is a taciturn person, he just doesn't dare to express his feelings.

But now Britain is confronted with this war, a war between man and dragon, a war that is almost certain to lose.

So, it is up to you to open the way for the colleagues of the round table.

Bindu thought silently.

Suddenly, Bindu disappeared in place.

Bindu's speed is the fastest among the Knights of the Round Table, and his speed can even catch up with Tristan's air arrows.

In a flash, Bindu appeared on the back of a giant dragon.

"Even if it is a dragon that can fight the sky, if it is pierced through the heart, it will definitely die." Bindu's mouth curled into an arc, and the magic was concentrated at the tip of the sword, and stabbed out from the back of the dragon.

The skin of the dragon is not strong, and the flesh of the dragon is not tough. Like other aliens stabbed to death by Bindu, the blood is warm and the heart is beating.

puff————

hold head high! ! !

The dragon let out a deafening wailing, and a huge hole appeared in its chest, through which one could see the scene behind it.

The dragon, which lost its heart, fell from the sky, leaving behind a huge corpse.

"The illusory sword of the back strike, this is me, the final move!" Bindu muttered to himself, half-smiling.

When the dragon's companions saw that the same clan was killed again, they roared in anger, and surrounded Bindu.

But in the eyes of the knight, there is only sword and killing intent.

=== Chapter [-] Betrayal ===

The people at the round table unconsciously looked at the usually taciturn knight.

The least active Bindu actually killed a giant dragon first, and it was a direct instant kill.

Of course, this has something to do with the relatively thinness of the dragon.

The Knights of the Round Table involuntarily admired the knight who stood on the dragon's corpse and looked coldly at the other dragons in the sky.

However, everyone could not rush to support at all, because almost every round table was closely watched by several giant dragons, that is, because humans are relatively small, it is more difficult for dragons to hit, so there is no temporary What happened unexpectedly.

Bindu stood on top of the giant dragon that had not yet died completely, his chest heaving violently.

The phantom sword is a sword that should not exist.

Bindu wants to use this trick, whether it is physical strength or magic power, it has to be consumed violently.

But who doesn't spell it all?

Bindu dodged and disappeared again.

Anno used his magic power to support himself. Even so, he could still hang up and beat the mad Lancelot and Mordred.

But no matter what, he was getting old, and the fighting that lasted for more than ten minutes made him feel that his physical strength was exhausted, and his magic power was gradually unable to be supplied.

The white beard was dyed bright red with blood, terrifying and miserable.

But there is still good news, that is, after Lancelot and Mordred, who were entangled in black gas, were knocked down, the black gas on their bodies would be significantly weakened.

This magic is not invincible.

Instead of using a sword, Anno smashed the magic of these two pathetic knights with his fists.

The black air dissipated, revealing the two fainted.

Anno finally felt sluggish. He sat on the ground and forcibly suppressed the weakness from the inside out.

Morgan Feller, who was hiding in the dark, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Compared with the peerless elegance of the past, her current appearance is simply not a ghost or a ghost.

The hair is dry and sparse, the whole person is thin and weak, and the eyeballs are raised high.

She understands that the vicious magic [Blessed Destroyer-Votigong] that manifested through the corpse of Votigen and the magic power of the dragon was destroyed by her painstaking efforts to develop it.

But she was not sad, instead she laughed strangely.

From the moment Lancelot and Mordred lost their minds under the influence of magic, her plan was successful.

Britain, where dragons are raging, is so beautiful.

She sat groggy in a corner, curled into a ball with the thrill of revenge and confusion.

The sleepiness of "Father King" struck, and Morgan Feller seemed to see the tall figure of King Uther, and the complex look in his eyes.

Lancelot only felt a splitting headache, he barely supported the ground and climbed up, opened one eye, but what he saw was Anno's old face.

The memory of "Father, I" slowly emerged in Lancelot's mind, and he knelt in front of Anno with disbelief.

Gawain fought off a giant dragon, and took the time to run to the middle of the mountain. Looking at Lancelot, who was back to normal and burst into tears, he fell silent.

He punched Lancelot on the nose and left without looking back.

The culprit is not Lancelot, and it is not clear who it is, and now it is a war. As for the trial of sinners, it should be placed after the war.

Lancelot was lying on the ground, maintaining the position of being knocked down by Gawain, tears could not stop flowing out.

He betrayed the king, betrayed his father, and betrayed the little girl who admired him

===Chapter 1 No.[-] of Leaving===

Seeing Lancelot and Mordred lying on the ground, heartbroken with remorse, Anno finally sighed.

The armors of the two were shattered together with the magic.

In the final analysis, the two were affected because of the armor, the magic was gone, and the armor was broken.

For the first time, Mordred revealed his true face in front of others.