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

Chapter 448: Londinion air battle, true name revealed

Most goblins cannot fly.

Even the Winged Clan with wings behind them and the Wind Clan who can take off just by hearing their names, they are unable to fly. Only when one's own magic power reaches a certain level can it be enough to support the body off the ground.

Like the giant dragon above the Londinion City Wall, flying at an altitude of tens of meters above the ground, I am afraid that in the entire Fairy Kingdom, except for the Queen, only the Fairy Lancelot can do it.

Therefore, when they saw the jet-black dragon that was even longer than Londinion, when they saw the opponent flying up and roaring towards them, even in the face of arrows flying from Londinion, The charging pace that had not stopped despite the rain was actually weakened at this time.

The scorching dragon's breath spread horizontally within half a foot of them, and the rolling heat wave caused the bronze armor on their bodies to melt.

The huge body is like a dark and stretching mountain range, and the air flow it exhales twists into thunder clouds and flames. Just the air flow brought by the dragon's wings will blow away all the spears projected towards it.

Just a casual shot of the dragon's breath separated the huge Queen's Army troops from the middle fault.

And with its appearance, Londinion's already high morale was boosted again, and for a while it actually suppressed the vanguard troops who climbed up the city wall.

"It's so awesome. Is that a dragon?" On the city wall of Londinion, Aulalia looked at the giant dragon that had stopped the Queen's army in a mere intimidation, and swallowed hard.

"That's not a pure-blooded dragon."

Ignoring the proud boast of the old man, Olalia looked at it for a while and immediately called the sergeant: "Now, before the enemy's backup can keep up, eat this small group of troops who have arrived first."

If the thirty-five elite Queen's Army soldiers were eliminated without any effect, it would further damage the already low morale of the Queen's Army.

Gareth was also watching the giant dragon in the sky. She had no doubt that if it hadn't been for the agreement with that Ji, just one giant dragon would be enough to overthrow this elite Queen's army of about hundreds of people.

But at a certain moment, her originally bright eyes suddenly lost their luster, and her body trembled suddenly as if she had been stimulated by something. The next moment her eyes regained their sparkle, but they were no longer as leisurely as before.

Gareth suddenly raised his hands in front of his mouth and shouted toward the sky: "Stupid dragon!"

The dragon heard her voice and cast its eyes in Gareth's direction.

"Look at the back!"

Swish!

Amidst the sound of breaking through the air, an iron spear pierced the side of Gareth's neck. But he was knocked down by a faster sword light.

"Shouting so loudly on the battlefield will cost you your life!"

Ezequiel scolded sternly, but before he could put away the rapier in his hand, he heard a violent collision from the sky. He hurriedly looked up and saw that the giant dragon that originally occupied a favorable terrain and was in an invincible position was desperately resisting something in the air as if it had been hit by some invisible wall.

Ezequiel stared and his wrinkles deepened as his eyes widened. He finally saw clearly that what was wrestling with the dragon was not some invisible wall of air, but a goblin.

That kind of body shape is considered petite even among humans. Now compared with the side of the hundred-meter-long dragon, she looks as insignificant as dust, but no one dares to see her clearly.

"Damn it! Is Queen Morgan crazy?" Olalia no longer cared about the elegance of the Wind Fairy. She screamed almost out of control: "It's Lancelot, the Dragon Fairy!"

"Don't worry, leave it to our Fairy Knight, she will be fine." Ezequiel crossed his arms over his chest: "What we need to consider now is to repel the Queen's army below."

Just as they were talking, the morale of the Queen's army, which had been low due to the appearance of the dragon, rose again due to the appearance of the fairy Lancelot. Without the obstruction of the dragon, the main force that had been disconnected from the first troops followed up again. .

……

Over Londinion. The giant dragon looked at the tiny primate blocking the tip of his nose. The opponent's hands were folded, and the two lake-blue light blades at the tips of the armor sheaths crossed easily blocked its direction.

It detected a familiar scent from the petite female fairy, and most importantly, it did not notice the other party's approach until the light blade cut through its magic layer.

If Gareth hadn't suddenly called out just now, the lightsaber would have fallen directly onto its unprepared back.

Sparks flew out from the friction between the light blade and the dragon scales. Sensing the threat of death, the dragon opened its mouth and the hot dragon breath gathered in its mouth.

With a roar, the orange fire light dissipated in the sky. The giant dragon looked around, but such an extremely close attack was still avoided. The opponent's mobility far exceeded its imagination.

There was a sound of the air being cut behind him, and the giant dragon immediately flapped its wings and flew higher. However, the petite knight turned straight up almost without any pause, without slowing down at all. He just came closer again in an instant. Lake Blue The sharp edge pierced its neck, the dragon's body rotated in the air, and the sword light cut open the scales of its left forelimb. It slapped the opponent's head with its other paw, but it couldn't even touch the hair.

The goblin Lancelot drew a series of disorderly tracks in the air. When the dragon reacted, dozens of swords had been slashed all over its body.

The scales were cut and turned outwards. The elf Lancelot was much more maneuverable than it, and its proud huge size completely became the opponent's target at this time.

'If this continues, it will definitely be consumed to death! '

After realizing this, when part of its body was cut open by the fairy Lancelot again, the scales on its body suddenly burned with orange light. At the next moment, a heat wave was like a bomb, centered on itself and moving towards the surroundings. diffusion.

The high temperature forced the elf Lancelot to immediately retreat and hover fifty meters away from the center of the heat source.

The hot air pushed away the air. When the firelight dissipated, the dragon's huge body had disappeared, replaced by a black-haired female figure. The curves of her body were highlighted by the close-fitting black scales, but the armor could be vaguely seen. The messy scratches were caused by the previous attack by the goblin Lancelot. On the back of the black-haired girl, two red wings that were enough to wrap around her body flapped silently, supporting her to keep flying.

At this time, the fairy Menechelle stretched out her right hand, and black scales immediately covered her palm, turning into a broad knight's heavy sword.

Looking at the sword, the elf Lancelot's mouth, which was not covered by the visor, turned downwards, showing an expression of extreme disgust.

"I see, he could turn into a primate, and you ate his body."

Of course she knew the owner of that sword, and it left her with the greatest trauma since her birth.

"No wonder the Son of Prophecy wanted to take back that person's body in order to give it to you."

The spiritless eyes of the elf Menechelle widened a bit, and her gaze became unusually sharp at this moment. The posture of some high-ranking predators could finally be seen on her face.

She recalled the other party's inexplicable familiarity with her dragon's body.

"Who are you."

"I saw you in the Swamp of Dragon Bones. At that time, I was just a piece of rotten flesh that couldn't move."

"The pathetic remains that were deprived of your magic power and even the existence itself was eaten by you are the original example of your dragon posture."

"Who are you."

"At this moment, I release the name granted by His Majesty. Listen carefully, I am not the fairy knight Lancelot." A magic power that is not inferior to the fairy Menechelle just now flows from the fairy Lancelot. It erupted from her body and enveloped her whole body in the next moment. The lake blue magic was stained with a disturbing blood red: "My real name is Melyuzina. Melyuzina of the Dim Swamp."

With the sound of gada gada, pieces of armor peeled off in the strong light, and were crushed to pieces. In the end, only the close-fitting dragon scale armor that was indistinguishable from the fairy Menechelle was left. on her petite body.

"It's the remaining "left limb" of Albion who was swallowed by you, the young earthly python, in the Lake District. "

　Olalia is a character who appears in the first and third quarters of Norwich (2.6) in the twelfth quarter of fgo2. Her main appearance is that of a passerby, a fairy girl.

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