Chapter 626: Offering Kidneys for the Birth of My King
Half an hour later, in the square.
A holy sword engraved with fairy characters flew out of his hand, the blade lost its luster, and turned into fragments on the ground.
Looking at the gun tip at his throat, Boss opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he could only admit his defeat, picked up the broken sword on the ground, and withdrew from the arena in shame.
Loen, who was watching from the outside, shook his head secretly.
It was a bit unfair that Boss lost.
His title is Guardian Knight, and he is best at defense. Gareth's title is Fighting Soul Knight, and he is best at offense.
The battle between the two should have been an exciting competition between spear and shield.
However, Bos gave up his best defense and instead used the Broken Sword he had just obtained to defeat Gareth head-on and win glory for his lord Lancelot.
He accidentally obtained this broken sword from the tomb of spirits. It was later recast by the goblins of Albion and restored to its original power. It can break its own blade into pieces, bypass the opponent's defense, and attack.
Boss couldn't let it go, thinking it was a treasure given to him by God, and often used this sword to challenge various masters.
However, in Loen's opinion, this seems a bit like missing the point.
Boss's specialty is defense, but the sword's specialty is offense, so the two are not compatible.
What's even more unfortunate is that Gareth's specialty is also offense, and he even abandons defense and fully strengthens his extreme style of offense.
Faced with such an opponent, Boss was inevitably doomed to failure.
Of course, the root cause is lack of experience and eagerness to win.
From this we can see that the current Knights of the Round Table are still a little immature.
"Who else wants to come up?"
After the first victory, Gareth was very proud of himself and looked at Albion provocatively.
"I will be your opponent."
Percival stepped into the arena and started the second round of competition with Gareth.
As the bell for the start of the war rang, the two sides turned into two balls of light and rushed towards each other. The two spears collided with each other, forming a powerful magic shock that crushed the marble bricks on the ground layer by layer.
The name Percival means "spear" in Welsh, and the spear in his hand was carefully forged for him by the goblins, a replica of the holy spear Rhongomyniad.
Although its power is far less than that of the legendary Vanguard Spear, Percival has fully unleashed the potential of this holy spear through constant refinement and diligent practice.
Although Gareth's attainments in spearmanship were not weak and his talent was first-rate, he still lacked experience and stability compared to Percival.
In the short term, it may be difficult to determine the winner, but once the battle is prolonged, Percival will definitely be the final winner.
And the fact was exactly as Loen expected.
After two hours of fierce fighting, Gareth, who attacked with all his might, not only failed to defeat Percival, but also made himself breathless and his movements gradually became out of shape.
Percival seized the opportunity and launched a defensive counterattack, knocking the spear out of Gareth's hand.
The winner was decided, and Gareth raised his hands in frustration:
"I lost..."
"You are more talented than me. In a few years, I may not be your opponent."
Percival reached out his hand to pull Gareth up from the ground, and took the initiative to comfort the little brother, like a kind older brother next door.
Percival, the Knight of Holy Light, is a pure person with noble character. He is also known as the Pure and Innocent Knight of Fools because of his emphasis on courtesy, honesty, trustworthiness, lack of suspicion, and calmness.
His strength is not very strong among the Knights of the Round Table, but he is very popular and is easily liked by children and animals.
After his comfort, Gareth got rid of the frustration of defeat, his mood instantly improved, and he simply withdrew from the competition.
In full view of the public, he approached Boss without any hesitation and exchanged his experience of defeat with his eliminated brother.
Looking at the two people whispering, a satisfied smile flashed in Loen's eyes.
Since the Knights of the Round Table need to unite, the fewer internal conflicts there are, the better.
At this moment, Percival also faced a new opponent - the Holy War Knight Gaheris.
But after only a dozen rounds of fighting, Gaheris was defeated.
His performance is not even as good as his younger brother Gareth.
There's no way, his expertise is commanding troops, not one-on-one fighting.
"I'm here to learn from your methods."
Accompanied by a low and cold voice, Aguiwen came on the court.
Percival, who had won two games in a row, nodded and accepted the challenge, remaining neither humble nor arrogant.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two figures, one black and one white, crossed each other, and the clanging of metal, one louder than the other, echoed across the square, shaking the surrounding stones violently.
The tip of the spear in Aguiwen's hand emitted a cold light, like a poisonous dragon spitting out its venom, stabbing and biting Percival's throat, eyes, waist, abdomen, knees and other vital parts all the way, as if fighting a mortal enemy.
Percival defended while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
puff!
Soon, the tip of the gun held by Percival cut through Agrawiven's chest muscles, causing pieces of flesh to roll up and a stream of bright red blood to spill at the feet of the two men.
But Aguwen seemed to feel no pain and accelerated his attack. At close range, the sharper tip of his gun forced Percival to retreat.
five!
As he silently recited in his mind, Aguguiwen's gaze passed over the opponent in front of him and fell on the edge of the field behind him. He swung his spear again and swung it with powerful force.
The spear tips collided, and Aguguiwen's knuckles cracked.
Four!
But he ignored the bleeding wound and swung his spear again.
This time, he forced Percival back a step again, at the cost of a new wound on his ribs.
Three…two…one!
As the readings in his mind continued to decrease, the bloodstains on Aguguiwen's body increased with each confrontation.
From a distance, he looked like a bloody man. There was almost no healthy skin on his body, and there were wounds of varying sizes everywhere.
Tick-tock, tick-tock…
The blood gurgled out as Aguiwen moved forward, forming small puddles on the ground, which was terrifying to watch.
Percival was no exception. His momentum was weakened again and again in defense, and he retreated again and again.
"zero!"
When the cold voice sounded, Percival realized that he had been forced out of the stadium without realizing it.
Looking at the monster in front of him with more than twenty wounds of varying sizes and bleeding profusely, yet not even frowning, Percival felt a thousand emotions in his heart.
I have heard that this clerk of Orkney is known as the "Iron Wall".
It turns out that this doesn't mean that he is good at defense, but that he has a will of steel.
In order to achieve the goal, all means can be used.
Not only is he cruel to his enemies, he is even more cruel to himself.
He's like a talking iron man!
When the dust settled, Percival simply raised his hands:
“I lost.”
"You didn't lose in martial arts, but in your own kindness."
Agguiwen threw down the spear full of gaps and cracks in his hand and made a comment expressionlessly.
"Just now, you had many opportunities to kill me, but you didn't do it. You just gave in again and again, which is why you failed miserably."
Hearing this, Percival scratched his head in embarrassment.
When fighting, he always has the urge to kill innocent people.
Unexpectedly, this clerk from Orkney had such a sharp eye. He not only saw through his character, but also turned it into a weakness that could be exploited.
One has to admit that this person is a master at seeing through and taking advantage of people's hearts.
"Percival, if you can't do it, let me do it instead."
Galahad stepped past his friend and onto the field.
Without further ado, Agguiwen snatched a brand new spear from the guard and rushed towards Galahad.
However, before the Iron Knight could get close, Galahad drew the red-handled holy sword named Meriaduk from his waist, swung out a scarlet sword light, and blasted Aggruwen out of the field with his gun.
He is not Percival, who has to worry about the life and death of his opponent.
The competition field is also a battlefield. Once you set foot here, you should be prepared to die in battle.
Seeing that Gawain's three brothers were all eliminated, Loen shook his head secretly.
Obviously, compared with the three legendary knights of the Holy Grail, Bors, Percival and Galahad, Gareth, Gaheris and Agrawien are obviously weaker.
No wonder the three of them, together with a dozen of their fellow Knights of the Round Table, went to catch the adulterer, but were killed by Lancelot with his bare hands, and all died at the hands of the Knight of the Lake.
However, with the defeat of his three younger brothers, Gawain also entered the arena.
With the same sword swing, Galahad was knocked out of the arena along with the sword.
Obviously, Gawain is too strong to be compared with the Three Knights of the Holy Grail, and the gap between the two sides cannot be made up by skills at all.
After easily dealing with the obstacle, Gao Wen raised his sword and pointed it at Meilushin in the stands:
"We are the only ones left."
The surging magic power gushed out from the sword, forming a real golden burning wind around the arena.
The holy sword, Kaventine, was forged by fairies. It possesses the power of the sun and emits heat that can burn everything.
Meilushin nodded, drew the weapon from her waist, and walked towards the arena.
Wherever it passes, water vapor evaporates, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.
The holy sword Arondite is also a secret treasure forged by the elves in the lake, and is known as [Steel Cutting]. There are fairy characters engraved on both sides of the sword. The characteristic of this sword is that it has a brilliance like the lake water shining under the moon, and the blade will never be destroyed.
In fact, the two are a pair of sister swords, each possessing opposite divine powers.
Both sides stood still and attacked at the same time.
Melusin's swordsmanship is centered on superb skills, and its basic moves combine elegance and power. Each attack seems light and poetic, but in fact it contains the power of thunder, and the trajectory of the blade accurately locks on the opponent's weak defense.
In addition, she is particularly good at using sword and shield to fight in coordination, forming a unique rhythm of attack and defense. The fighting style designed specifically for one-on-one duels gives her an absolute advantage in singles.
Therefore, Gawain's initial response seemed quite strenuous.
But as time passed and the sun rose, the golden burning wind gradually overwhelmed the blue light of the lake, causing Meilushin to retreat step by step.
Gawain's swordsmanship is deeply tied to the movement of the sun. When the sun rises, the power of his strikes can be increased to three times the normal level. Its core mechanism, "The Number of the Saint", allows attacks under the sun to have a burning effect. The blade's trajectory will leave a golden light mark, forming a formation field that continuously burns the enemy.
This characteristic originates from the worship of the number "3" in Celtic culture. The sword's energy fluctuates in three stages as the angle of sunlight changes. The combat power reaches its peak at noon, and almost no one can defeat it.
Gradually, the extremely high temperature melted the marble on the ground into boiling magma, the air was violently distorted, and the entire stadium was like purgatory.
It's about time.
Gawain looked up at the blazing sun in the sky, his azure eyes dyed a brilliant and majestic golden color by the divine light:
"All pretense is gone, all evil is burned - Calvertine!"
"All chains are broken, beyond the limit - Arondite!"
Almost at the same time, sensing danger, Melusin fully unleashed the magic power of the holy sword to fight against this powerful divine fire.
“Boom!”
As the blue and golden light bands intertwined and collided, the entire Albion shook violently and the clouds in the sky were swept away.
When the dazzling arc of light faded, Meilushin stood at the edge of the field, her face pale and a trace of golden blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
Looking back at the large section of collapsed chalk wall behind her, a hint of relief appeared in Meilushin's eyes.
Just now, she successfully withstood this attack by mobilizing the power of the entire fairy city.
Luckily this was Albion, her home turf.
Otherwise, she would have been defeated by now.
Merlin was right. Gawain at noon was indeed invincible.
There is only one way to defeat him.
Meilushin thought of the reminder someone whispered in her ear before she went on the field, and decisively changed her battle strategy. She extended azure wings of light from behind her and moved at high speed to avoid a head-on conflict with Gawain.
The weakness has been discovered...
Gawain's face gradually became ugly, the bloody smell of the sun rolled in his throat, dark red seeped from the gaps in his armor, and the three-hour invincible blessing at noon was gradually fading with the passage of time, while Lancelot's sword was becoming more and more cold and accurate.
Once night falls, the outcome will be reversed.
In that case...
Gawain glanced at the setting sun in the west and the faintly rising moon in the eastern sky. His eyes turned cold, and the hot sword cut through his palm. The divine blood in his body turned into boiling magma, burning wildly.
Meilushin's scalp tingled and she instinctively sensed danger.
Burning divine blood? This guy is going to die!
At the critical moment, Meilushin had no time to think and could only choose to fight back in the same way.
The golden divine blood splashed down, and the ripples of Lake Avalon formed blue waves around her.
In an instant, azure waves and golden burning winds surged violently, covering the entire fairy city.
Seeing the situation getting out of control, Altria looked at Lorne anxiously:
"Teacher, if they continue to fight like this, the whole of Albion will be blown up! Think of a solution quickly!"
"So, it's your turn."
Lorne smiled and waved.
An ancient stone platform emerged from the magic circle and stood in front of Altria.
On the stone platform, a three-foot-long sword with a molten gold sheen was inserted into the central groove. The sword was made of red gold forged with secret methods, with veins winding like blood vessels and silver light like star fragments. In the center of the sword spine was engraved a line of ancient inscriptions: "Caliburn".
Under the stone platform, a circle of golden inscriptions lit up, and the earth rumbled and vibrated, as if in silent response, and a line of sacred secret text appeared:
"Whoever pulls out this sword will be the King of Britain!"
Feeling that meaningful gaze, Altria immediately understood her teacher's intention.
Neither Gawain nor Lancelot is the protagonist of this competition.
Everything is to build momentum for her.
It turns out that the person the teacher cares about the most is me.
In order to allow me to ascend the throne and unify Britain, he was even willing to sacrifice his own looks and take the initiative to please Lancelot.
He really...
Feeling the good intentions, Artoria felt both sad and touched. All the unhappiness that had accumulated before was swept away. She immediately stepped forward to the stone platform, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled it up with all her might.
Buzz!
Along with a clear and pleasing sound, the lead-gray clouds in the sky were rendered a layer of brilliant dark gold, and the brewing storm and thunder intertwined to form a spiral beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth. The sharp edge was as powerful as a meteorite that streaked across the sky. In the field of vision of the two people, it expanded rapidly and instantly filled their eyes.
"Stop it!"
The moment the roar sounded, twelve phantoms of ghost knights formed up behind Altria. The holy sword Arondette collided with them first, and the blue waves suspended in the air were instantly annihilated.
Then, the blade of the Excalibur cut off the solar torrent caused by the Holy Sword Carventine. The solar prominences that burst out from the collision of the two swords engulfed the arena, turning the marble on the ground into pools of rolling golden liquid.
The collapsing blue waves brought with them abundant rain, extinguishing the magma on the ground.
Under the steaming mist, Gawain and Meluseen stumbled back, their interlaced shadows extended along the collapsed city wall, and finally merged into a complete silhouette of the king in front of Artoria. Under the rain full of red iron filings, the two holy swords of Calvertine and Arondite were stuck in the ground, making a low hum of submission to the sword in the stone in Artoria's hand.
At this time, Lorne walked onto the square and spoke proudly:
"Formally introduce yourself. I am Artoria Pendragon, descendant of King Uther, the Red Dragon of Britain, and the representative of the Knights of the South. If you want to determine the king who issues orders through a duel between knights, why don't you count us in as a part of the fight?"
Upon hearing the news, except for Meilushin who knew the inside story in advance, Gao Wen and others looked at each other in surprise.
Aguguiwen even raised the question directly:
"How do you prove it? Just with this sword?"
Like some knights, Agrawen did not believe in the so-called destiny and prophecy, and scoffed at the legend of the Sword in the Stone.
He only believes in strength and military power.
Only with these can one be qualified to lead Britain and defeat the Blessed King Vortigern.
"How about adding us?"
At this moment, a group of knights on fast horses passed through the collapsed walls of Albion and came to the square.
The leader dismounted and led the two people behind him to kneel on one knee to worship Artoria:
"Knights Kai, Tristan, and Lanmarok, meet my king!"
Looking at the three people in front of him and Bedivere behind Altria, a happy smile appeared on Ron's face.
There are four knights representing the fairies, four knights representing the northern humans (Tuatha de Danaan), and finally four knights representing the southern humans.
The twelve Knights of the Round Table are finally here.
Then, the final trial should begin!
(End of this chapter)
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