The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 447 Londinion Attack and Defense Battle

Londinion.

After parting ways with Artoria again, Percival has been carrying out daily defense inspections at the border these days, and the same is true today.

There was a peaceful atmosphere in the calm sky. Although there was still a tense atmosphere in Sheffield, there was no news of any war being ignited.

But just as he was returning to the city of Londinion around the forest near Sheffield on the east side, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the branches and leaves.

He turned his head warily, but before he could turn the chosen gun, the chill from his neck went straight to his brain.

"Percival, it's been a long time since I last saw you. Your vigilance has dropped."

He looked behind him with the peripheral vision of his eyes. The enemy was hidden in the blind corner of his field of vision, and only the light blue light blade was pressed against his neck.

Without using his eyes to see, Percival knew who the person was just by listening to the joyful voice that seemed to be singing.

But it was precisely because he knew who the visitor was that he took no further action.

Underneath the soft and waxy voice was the most elegant and powerful fairy in Britain, the fairy knight Lancelot, who was also his sister-like and mother-like relative.

The chosen spear trembled slightly, leaving tiny scratches on the grass, but just this slight scratch immediately made the light blade against his neck tremble.

"Don't move, Percival, I don't want to hurt you." Behind Percival, the petite goblin hovered there, making sure that his raised arm was at the same level as Percival's neck.

It was obvious that he could easily behead the enemy leader, but the fairy Lancelot was not willing to do that. She persuaded him in a gentle voice:

"The Queen is not going to let you go this time. Not only me, but Gawain even dispatched Woodworth. You just need to wait. The game of the Round Table Army ends here."

In fact, she arrived at Londinion a few days ago, but Queen Morgan uncharacteristically asked them to wait until now, and it was not until just now that she gave the order to approve the attack.

She knew that His Majesty Morgan was furious as never before at this moment, so she was unwilling to let Percival enter this battlefield where he could die at any time.

The elf Lancelot moved his ears and looked towards the other side of the forest: "It has begun."

Percival looked grim. He also saw the smoke rising from the direction of Londinion.

'Something has to be done. '

He gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his fist, and elbowed back the hand that was restrained.

The goblin Lancelot didn't expect that Percival would dare to resist. For fear of hurting Percival, he immediately put away the light blade. She quickly stepped back and nimbly avoided Percival's attack.

Of course Percival knew that his sister could not be hurt by fists and kicks alone, but by taking advantage of this gap, he had already turned the white gun around.

Percival of White Light. He was named "White Light" because of this gun, which was said to be the weapon once held by the savior Ash.

"The chosen gun." The fairy Lancelot slowly rose into the air, and she nodded seriously: "That's fine, we haven't had any intimate communication for a long time."

boom--

Percival's charging posture froze, and the air wave caused by Londinion made his body stiff.

Likewise, the goblin Lancelot, who was levitating and preparing to test Percival's growth in recent years, was also stunned.

The tip of her nose twitched, smelling a familiar scent. Then, her eyes suddenly widened.

Clang——

Percival immediately raised his gun to block it, but was still pushed backwards by the huge force from his gun.

"Sorry, Percival. Our interaction can only wait until next time." Lancelot flicked his arm armor and suddenly showed his light blade: "I have to let you sleep, sister, I still have a little bit. There are personal matters to deal with.”

With a sound of airflow like a jet fighter taking off, Percival found that he suddenly lost sight of the goblin Lancelot. Next, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his consciousness also flew away.

……

"Enemy attack!" "Archers prepare! Release arrows when approaching the second hidden sentry point."

"Percival hasn't come back yet?"

On the city wall, a female goblin was dispatching the city defense while asking people for news about Percival. She is Percival's adjutant Aulalia, and now she is the highest commander while Percival is away.

But after asking several times, I only got a negative reply.

Looking below, there are densely packed fang fairies coming from nowhere. They are uniformly wearing bronze armor and holding various weapons in their hands. They are the most elite troops in the entire fairy country, the Queen's Army.

In the center of the Queen's army, there was a goblin with a wolf's head that was out of tune with the surrounding soldiers. He didn't wear any armor. The black suit was held up by his muscular body, and his hands were wearing white gloves, but it gave people the illusion of a thug in a suit.

"Woodworth, even he's here."

A round of arrows shot past, but it could not stop the Queen's army from advancing. The arrows fell on the bronze armor, only causing a clanking sound. Only occasionally a few goblins were shot at the joints of the armor, but with the help of The toothed goblin's physique actually stiffened and continued to move forward.

The volley of arrows had almost no effect. In the blink of an eye, the front troops of the Queen's Army had already rushed out of the best attack area of ​​the arrows.

"Archers continue to provide suppression and prepare for hand-to-hand combat."

"When did the Queen's Army appear? Where are the scouts? Why didn't they report it?"

"These enemies are not the Fang Clan from Oxford."

"These Queen's troops are the Guards directly under Camelot. The Oxford garrison should volunteer to arrive later."

Two voices came out in no particular order, causing Olalia and the guards beside her to turn their heads and look behind them at the same time.

Gareth and Ezequiel walked over slowly.

"you……"

She remembered that Percival had said that this was an emergency measure for the Son of Prophecy to stay, and there was light in her eyes again.

"Do you have any solution?"

"Don't worry, I've solved the logistical problem." Ezequiel smiled slightly, showing an adult's reassuring smile of "Leave everything to me."

"I already have a strategy to deal with the enemy." Gareth also nodded.

Then the two of them gave Aulalia a thumbs up at the same time: "Just watch with your eyes wide open."

"I have sent a distress signal to Fujimaru Ritsuka," Ezequiel said.

"I have convinced the goblin Menechelle and she has agreed to fight." Gareth confessed honestly.

The elf Menechelle stood about five steps behind the old man and the young man with her lips pursed, her brows furrowed showing her rather complicated mood.

It is better to believe that these two people will be revealed tomorrow to be Morgan.

"Let's talk first. I promised Qi that I won't attack goblins." She said, her smooth skin gradually being covered by a layer of dark cuticle, and the wings behind her suddenly expanded, taking her into the sky.

"So I'm not going to attack them until they attack me."

When it flew to an altitude of about a hundred meters from the city gate, the terrifying high temperature erupted due to the overloaded magic power pushed the surrounding air to form air waves that were discharged outward.

The air waves not only blew the fairies and humans of Londinion down here and there, but even the offensive of the Queen's Army further away was forced to stop.

Before the air waves dissipated, more violent air currents followed.

A giant black dragon flapped its wings and hovered high in the sky. Her golden eyes stared down, with the cold color of metal flashing in her eyes, and she opened her mouth and let out a loud dragon roar towards the goblin of the Queen's Army.

(End of this chapter)