Chapter 629: You sneaked into my house, didn't you? (Two chapters, 9k in total)
Meanwhile, Barton Hill
“Whoosh!”
Along with the vibration of the bowstring, a sharp sound of breaking through the air resounded through the mountains.
"puff!"
Suddenly, in the bushes on the side, a goblin with a red hat and green skin was shot away by an arrow and fell heavily to the ground.
The corrupted goblins around noticed the noise and tried to scream to warn others.
However, before they could even shout, a dense rain of arrows came shooting down and nailed them to the ground.
"For victory, for our king, attack!"
Gawain, riding on a white horse, drew the holy sword Carventine from his waist and raised his arm and shouted.
"We will win! We will win! We will win!"
In an instant, tens of thousands of infantrymen, carrying shields and holding long swords, crossed the hills like a plowing machine, clearing out the corrupted goblins along the way, and then charged all the way to the fortress on the top of Mount Badon.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
It was not until the Celtic army broke through the deceptive fog created by magic and arrived outside the city that off-key cries were heard from the several sentry forts built around the siege.
Suddenly, harsh knocking sounds and desolate and turbid horn sounds came one after another.
Amidst the chaotic noises, Saxon barbarians with oil paint on their faces, Picts who were half-human and half-goblin, corrupt goblins and giants climbed up to the top of the city walls.
Swish swish swish!
However, as soon as the defenders in the city took their positions, sharp whistles were heard, the sky suddenly darkened, and powerful arrows pierced through the smoke and fell on the defenders' heads like a meteor rain.
Puff puff puff!
Due to the hasty preparation and limited productivity, the defenders not only had simple weapons but also had low armor rates. As a result, they were shot down in large numbers at one time, and cries of wailing could be heard everywhere.
"Get down! Get down!"
"Raise your shields! Raise your shields, you idiots!"
With the sound of cursing, the defenders finally remembered to defend.
But because there were goblins, barbarians, and half-bloods in the team, and their languages and camps were very different, everything seemed chaotic.
It's just that others can laugh at their amateurism as a military, but cannot question their strength as fighters.
"Go out and kill these bugs!"
A few hot-tempered giants were the first to lose their patience. They pulled out the arrows from their bodies, waved wooden shields and clubs, and jumped out of the city wall.
Barbarians, Picts, corrupted goblins, and others followed closely behind.
For a while, the sound of flesh breaking could be heard continuously, and the first round of Celtic soldiers responsible for attacking the city wall fell down one after another like wheat harvested by a sickle.
For ordinary people, it is very difficult to defeat goblins, barbarians and some monsters.
Especially since these things have been blessed by the humble king Vortigern, they have become even more powerful and more ferocious.
Therefore, even though the Celtic soldiers raised their shields and formed a formation to resist with great courage, they were still unable to reverse the downward trend.
At this moment, the defenders also demonstrated their powerful killing methods.
The crude catapults in the city made a dull roar, and stones covered with kerosene and burning fiercely hit the ground with a whistling sound.
Wherever it passed, there was devastation and flesh and blood was shattered.
In addition, fairies and monsters are proficient in magic.
Thousands of spellcasters chanted obscure divine words and fired dense spell bullets and magic beams at the Celtic soldiers forming a formation outside the city.
For a moment, the ear-piercing sound of bones breaking and the dull sound of flesh tearing were endless.
Screams, cries, wails, and curses came one after another.
The area filled with black smoke became a hell filled with blood, mud and corpses.
As time passed, casualties on the battlefield continued to increase.
However, although the first round of attack launched by the regular team failed to successfully capture the fortress on the top of the mountain, it did attract the aliens in the city out.
"It's almost time, let's launch the assault!"
At this moment, Gawain, who was paying attention to the battlefield situation at the foot of the mountain, waved his right arm to convey military orders to his three younger brothers behind him.
Gareth, Gaheris and Aguiwen nodded in response and immediately led their elite troops to charge towards the stalemate battlefield.
Boom!
Amid the roar of rolling thunder, the grass trampled by horse hooves flew up layer by layer.
What?!
Outside the city, ordinary human soldiers and aliens were being hunted madly. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet shook violently. I subconsciously raised my eyes and looked into the distance.
"We will win! We will win! We will win!"
Amid deafening shouts, the fully armed knights clamped their legs against the horses' bellies, raised their shields with one hand, and tucked the huge hardwood lances more than two meters long under their armpits with the other hand. Led by Aguguiwen and the other two, they formed a steel torrent that engulfed everything.
"The Knight of Uprightness! It's the Knight of Uprightness!"
"And the Round Table! Those monsters are coming up!"
"Quick! Quick! Stop them from getting close to the city wall!"
As that line of silver-white color came into view like a rolling wave, the foreigners outside and on the city changed their faces and screamed in fear.
It was not the first day they followed King Vortigern, nor was it the first day they dealt with the Celts, so they naturally knew how terrifying these monsters were.
Therefore, the foreigners ignored the Celtic infantry who had been defeated, and launched an all-out attack on the upright knights and the three round tables who were charging forward.
Not only that, the catapults in the rear, the battering rams and rolling logs carried to the top of the city, and the alien spellcasters also turned their spearheads one after another and joined forces to attack the increasingly approaching torrent of steel outside the city.
However, even with such a relentless attack, the tin cans wrapped in magic steel armor and blessed by fairy spells remained unharmed.
Flying arrows and javelins were easily deflected;
The spells cast by the spellcasters hit the armor and were instantly annihilated by the protective spells superimposed on it.
As for the heavy stones and logs, the giants had just lifted them up when they were pierced through the bodies by the whistling spears and nailed to the wall. Not only did they fail to throw many of them away, but they also fell on the city walls, crushing and killing many friendly soldiers.
What made the aliens even more frightened was that those tin cans were glowing with light, like stars rising above the ground.
The next moment, thousands of solemn knights, with layers of magical light patterns shining on their bodies, like a silver raging wave, accelerated and crashed into the granite wall.
Boom~!
In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. Under the horrified and desperate gazes of the foreigners on the city walls, the thick rock walls shattered from weak nodes such as the city gates, and the entire area collapsed.
In the dense smoke and dust, the empty interior of the fortress was exposed.
Those upright knights who crashed into the granite merely shook their heads, and the light of their armor dimmed a little, and the casualties were extremely limited.
A moment later, the Knights of the Order shook off the debris that had fallen on their bodies, staggered to their feet from the rubble, threw away their broken hardwood lances, replaced them with more flexible swords and battle axes, and strode into the city.
Thousands of Picts, wearing animal furs, holding wooden shields and wielding various weapons, had just gathered in front of the broken city gate when they were knocked away by the charging austere knights.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With the sharp sound of bones breaking, the aliens, with blood spitting out of their mouths, fell from the air like meat bags, and were then trampled into meat paste by the cavalry that poured in later.
Kill them!
Fairies, giants, and the remaining barbarians poured out from all directions, madly attacking these upright knights.
However, whether it is a sharp blade, magic, fists, or blunt instruments, it is difficult to tear open the defenses of these tin cans and kill the blessed Knights of Justice inside.
Gradually, the fear of death overwhelmed the aliens' desire for killing.
This almost unsolvable gap caused the alien races to be defeated and flee in panic.
However, these could not shake the knights' stern will.
The sharp sword was raised and swung down without mercy!
Raise it up again and swing it down!
Thousands of upright knights, like rampant land tanks, caused destruction wherever they went, and harvested the lives of aliens efficiently and rhythmically, making these monsters corrupted by the power of disaster water the land they once ravaged with their own blood.
"roar……!"
Just as the Austere Knights were about to capture the fortress, a dull roar suddenly came from the north and a fierce wind swept in.
Under the diffuse cloud, black dots were approaching at high speed and constantly growing larger.
Wait...what is that?!
Several upright knights with excellent eyesight immediately stopped what they were doing and their pupils contracted sharply.
But before everyone could react, a huge creature with scales like armor and claws like spears suddenly folded its wings and swooped down from the sky.
Boom boom boom boom!
In an instant, as the distance shortened, these monsters either grabbed the knights on horseback and threw them down from high altitude, smashing their internal organs, or opened their huge mouths, madly gathering magic power in their mouths, and spewed out blazing fire bombs, bombarding in all directions.
In just a moment, the streets where the Upright Knights poured into turned into a sea of fire. Figures twisted and screamed in the burning, emitting the stench of burning flesh.
Dragon seed! It's a dragon seed!
The solemn knight recovered and urgently controlled his restless and wailing warhorse. He looked at the hideous figures circling in the sky, and the answer suddenly appeared in his mind.
Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the defeated aliens were greatly encouraged and their ferocity was aroused again. They intended to cooperate with these powerful fantasy creatures to encircle and kill the upright knights who rushed into the city.
But just as the circling dragon dived down again, a humming sound like a stone bell came from the broken city gate.
At the same time, a halo that looked like a watch face and was engraved with Celtic numbers appeared above the earth.
"Sinners, repent here. The sun at noon will shine on me and cleanse you of your evil deeds."
The solemn and low chanting echoed all around, and Gawain, the Sun Knight, wearing silver armor, riding a white fairy horse, holding the holy sword Carventine, appeared on the battlefield.
A blazing golden light emanated from the sword's edge, rushing up into the sky, tearing apart the gloomy storm and revealing the golden light of the sun.
The aliens and dragons sensed the danger and instinctively abandoned their original opponents and rushed towards the figure at the city gate, trying to stop him from swinging the holy sword.
However, it was too late.
boom!
Gawain swung his arm, and the rising power of the Holy Sword Carventine condensed into a blazing edge, sweeping across the air.
Wherever it passed, golden flames rose into the sky.
The dragons and alien races that were unable to withstand the heat were burned to ashes, and the battlefield was suddenly empty.
However, in the blink of an eye, the flames burning the sky were swallowed up by the sudden darkness in the north.
"roar!"
Amidst the gloomy beast roar containing the might of a dragon, a huge shadow loomed over the ground.
dragon!
A pale dragon shrouded in black mist, bringing down death!
"roar!"
The dragon claw smashed down and the fortress collapsed.
The dragon head appeared, and black fog filled the surrounding area, swallowing up the soldiers' weapons, corpses, and the broken rubble of the fortress, turning everything into basic spirit particles and filling it into the black hole that swallowed up the light.
The survivors crawled out of the ruins and looked at the monster in horror.
I saw that the gray-white scales were filled with the black air of death. It was clearly noon, but it was covered by shadows and turned into a monster that ravaged everything.
The chilling feeling, as if falling into an icy cave, made the solemn knights and the members of the Round Table feel awed, and they were unable to give an answer without difficulty.
The humble king - Vortigern!
The British Disaster is embodied!
Faced with the powerful enemy who appeared, Gao Wen was filled with fighting spirit.
Come on, let me see what you can do, you bastard!
The holy sword Kaventin gathered high above his head, pushing the sun's divine power and light to the extreme.
"roar!"
The giant dragon roared, and the black fog surrounding it boiled violently. Red and black strange patterns lit up on its scales, and huge magical light patterns connected in mid-air to form an inverted circular formation.
Suddenly, the sky seemed to be dissolved into a huge dark hole.
The magical factors of the whole of Britain formed a real black tide, converging madly towards the dark vortex.
Wherever the Kuroshio passes, plants wither, the land becomes desertified, animals become frightened and restless, and the vitality and activity of all things are swallowed up by the giant mouth that seems to open from the abyss.
…It’s a hole in the world.
The core is none other than the humble King Futigeng.
Drinking the boiling hot molten iron, swallowing it into the belly————something inhuman that made him feel so cold.
The brighter the sun's rays, the deeper the darkness of the sky.
It's impossible to win!
A shadow-like body swooped down, its terrifying dim yellow vertical pupils revealed a sinister malice, and a claw wrapped in black mist slapped the only remaining spark of fire on the ground.
Gawain wanted to resist, but he seemed to be in an endless abyss, unable to move his hands and feet at all. He could only kneel on the ground in embarrassment.
So, the king was fighting this kind of monster?
How did she defeat her opponent and win time and time again?
It's incredible!
Thousands of thoughts surged in Gao Wen's mind, and finally turned into a deep shame.
I was so arrogant that I wanted to clear the way for such an existence. How foolish!
Perhaps, dying with this arrogance is the punishment I deserve.
Just as Gawain was about to close his eyes and accept his fate, a cold whisper echoed in his ears like a declaration from a god.
"Glory, so far!"
At this moment, the dark curtain descending from the sky over Mount Badon was violently twisted, and was pierced through by a spiral band of light, emitting a brilliance like stars.
Outside the city, the King of Knights arrived at the battlefield at the critical moment, holding the Sword of Victory emitting golden light, and driving the silver-white armored warhorse "Don Stallion" under his crotch forward.
It is like a lighthouse in a deep-sea voyage, completely dissolving the surrounding filth and darkness, forming a city of light that isolates the darkness, and sheltering the upright knights and members of the Round Table in danger under the light.
Although the crisis was resolved, Gao Wen, as the person involved, was both moved and ashamed:
"King, I am guilty."
Artoria did not pursue Gawain's independent opinion, but smiled gently:
"As expected of a Sun Knight, even this thing's darkness couldn't completely swallow up your light. You've done what you should do, so leave the rest to me."
"But……"
Gawain was about to open his mouth to give a reminder, but when he saw the determined look in Altria's eyes, he immediately chose to believe her and quickly withdrew from the battlefield with the surviving knights.
"roar!"
Realizing that someone was stopping it from eating, the dragon in the sky let out an angry roar, trying to spread darkness again and swallow up the light on the ground.
The darkness returned, and although the golden light was weak, it would never disappear. Even in the storm, it continued to emit light like a beacon.
In fact, because of the contraction, it becomes more condensed and sharp.
"It's a pity that everything you have done is in vain. This world and its people will overcome this disaster and move towards a glorious tomorrow."
Facing a giant dragon of disaster that was a hundred meters long and emanated terrifying power, the figure bathed in a spiral light band spoke calmly, his eyes still cold and solemn, without the slightest wave of fear.
...The king must have known it a long time ago.
Vortigern is the embodiment of disaster.
At the foot of the mountain, Gawain, bathed in the light, looked up excitedly, his eyes emitting fanaticism.
That’s right!
This is my limit so far.
But for my king, this kind of predicament is her daily life.
No! This is not even a dilemma for the current situation!
No matter how powerful this monster is, my king and the holy sword in her hand can turn the earth into scorched earth, even if the enemy is the entire British Isles incarnate!
The Sun Knight's eyes, shining with golden starlight, were filled with admiration.
At this moment, the spiral golden light band in the city has been compressed to the extreme in Altria's palm.
The light gradually spread around, scattering stardust along the way, lighting up the dark sky, and bringing the chaotic world back to order and warmth.
"In your name, call for victory - Caliburn!"
Along with the cold and solemn verdict, the spiral band of light that penetrated the sky and the earth poured down forward.
boom!
In an instant, a sharp torrent of light cut and tore apart the dark kingdom summoned by Vortigern and directly hit the outline hidden in the black fog.
“Ah…”
In an instant, the darkness boiled violently, and with a tragic roar, a thousand-meter-long pale dragon fell from mid-air, with a horrific penetrating wound on its chest.
The pink flesh of the dragon's heart, the broken fragments of dragon scales, and the tiny white bones splashed all over the place.
A large amount of dragon blood turned into scarlet raindrops, which were thrown from the hideous wound to the charred earth.
The darkness dissipated, and the sun's grace returned from between the gaps in the thick clouds.
The King of Knights climbed up the hillside and announced the end of the Battle of Mount Badon to the Round Table and the Abiding Knights who were waiting for the news. His figure was more radiant than usual, even brighter than the sun in the sky.
This battle is so sacred.
Although Britain is still in turmoil, there is nothing to be afraid of as long as this king is here.
The knights gave a deafening cheer, celebrating together for their wise monarch and the powerful gods.
~~
Three months later, the shadow of the disaster was completely swept away and Britain ushered in long-awaited peace.
In order to thank the human knights and the knight king for their achievements, the fairies from the six major clans collectively went out to build a holy city in the south called Camelot for the Knights of the Round Table and the king to live and use.
Stepping into this magnificent fortress, one feels as if one is in the palace of the gods.
This is a thousand-year-old ideal kingdom and also a sacred pure white realm.
Like the temple of God, the gate of heaven is open to the mortal world.
Buzz!
From the towering white observation tower, a brilliant golden light band shot up into the sky.
The Knight King pushed open the wooden door, stood on the high tower, waved to tens of thousands of upright knights and twelve Knights of the Round Table, and officially announced the establishment of the Holy Round Table territory - the United Kingdom of Britain.
——How supreme it is! This body is the power of destruction!
——How pure white it is, this city is an ideal country!
——Its shape and shadow are our only faith and salvation!
The knights in the square looked up at the tall and solemn figure and cheered wildly, as if believers were worshipping their own gods.
However, Altria was not interested in this lively scene. She looked around with a hint of doubt in her eyes:
"Where's the teacher?"
"We are entertaining the three envoys from the goblin tribe."
"Messengers from the Fairy Tribe? What are their names?"
"Morgauss, Morgan, Elaine... they seem to be the three lake fairy sisters?"
"Where are they?"
"backyard!"
Hearing Bedivere's answer, Artoria keenly smelled a hint of fishy smell in the air. After her eyes flickered, she turned and walked out of the tower.
You sneaked into my house to have sex, right?
(End of this chapter)
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