In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Arthur was furious, but he remained calm, gripping the golden sword of certain victory with extreme force.

Anno's holy sword gleamed with white light, and his expression was terrifying.

Gawain could vaguely sense that the magic power emanating from both of them seemed to be boiling.

"Is this the true strength of the King and Annoqing...?" Gao Wen suddenly felt that he might have been too arrogant.

Arthur smiled at Gawain: "As expected of the knight who represents the sun, Gawain, you did very well."

Anno nodded: "That guy's stomach can't possibly hold your holy light."

The evil dragon was emanating a shadowy black aura, its reason completely gone, and it let out a terrifying roar.

Arthur had seen through this guy's true nature.

Vortigern was not human long ago, nor was he even a dragon.

He is an island that has acquired a physical body, the embodiment and continuation of Britain, now manifesting as an island, an island avatar.

"It's just my island throwing a tantrum. As the lord of the island, shouldn't I keep it in check?" Arthur said, brandishing his golden sword and attacking the dragon.

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Chapter 81 The Chalk Shine in the Sky

Due to Anor's influence on history, Vortigern's second invasion was brought forward by more than a decade, and the current Arthur has neither the Holy Lance nor the Holy Sword.

But the king now has a valiant knight by his side, and an elder who can shelter him from the storm.

Although the Sword in the Stone is also a mysterious creation, it cannot be compared with the Holy Sword at all. It is merely a symbol of royal power. Therefore, even though Arthur is highly skilled in martial arts, he cannot effectively harm Vortigern.

The dragon's power is even more terrifying than it was twenty years ago. Although Arthur is not weak, he is having an extremely difficult time fighting it because Vortigern's attention seems to be focused on her the whole time.

"Your Majesty, there is a limit to underestimating people!" Anno's anger, which he hadn't shown in the past twenty years, seemed to have been condensed into this day. He was no longer the young knight who could only hide in the shadows and harass the battlefield by throwing stones and iron spears. Now he had the power to influence the entire battlefield.

Vortigern was locked in combat with Arthur, while the holy sword in Anno's hand gleamed.

With a burst of speed exceeding its limits, Anno almost instantly appeared behind Vortigern.

Anno's immense strength, enveloped in a dazzling white light, slashed fiercely at Vortigern's dragon claws that were attacking Arthur.

puff-

The blade slashed deep into Vortigern's flesh, the friction between the blade and bone producing a teeth-grinding sound.

Vortigern's hand was cleaved in two by Anno, only managing to stay on the ground by hanging from his wrist.

Vortigern, having lost his mind, let out a painful roar.

"Lia, don't just stand there," Anno said seriously to Arthur, unconsciously calling him by his childhood nickname. "Now's the time to attack!"

"Ah, yes!" Arthur answered instinctively.

Unlike Arthur's Wind King Barrier magic, Anno's application of magic is crude and direct.

Almost every one of his sword strikes was infused with magical energy, causing damage to Vortigern.

He simply couldn't kill Vortigern, but he could weaken him as much as possible.

With so many cuts, even Vortigern's abnormally fast recovery speed couldn't keep up with the rate of injury.

He raised his enormous dragon head, and endless black breath spewed from his mouth, rushing into the sky before falling back to the ground.

At the same time, the ominous shadow around Vortigern grew even stronger, making it impossible for Anno and Arthur to engage in effective close combat.

"A mere demonic dragon!" Anno's voice was filled with confidence and anger.

As the magic was released, Anno's long, gray hair moved without wind, and the light on the holy sword became even more dazzling.

"This body is the wall of Britain!" His armor and holy sword shone brightly.

"This soul is the King's barrier!" The powerful magic shattered the ground around Anno.

"How about this move, the touch of Britain—" Anno looked at the dragon and brandished his sword.

The light emanating from the chalk in my hand filled the sky.

Arthur and Gawain stared in shock at the sky completely enveloped by the light of the holy sword, speechless for a moment.

The light dissipated, and the ominous, dark breath was instantly obliterated by the power of the holy sword.

Vortigern was also stunned, as if he couldn't understand why his move had been blocked.

Arthur did not forget his goal. Although the radiance of the golden sword of certain victory was much weaker than before, Arthur did not care.

Magic surged, and a thin golden beam of light shot out from the tip of the Golden Sword of Victory, heading straight for Vortigern.

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Chapter 82 A Hard Heart

"Cailbur!!!"

The light from the sword in the stone struck the stunned dragon, causing a large-scale explosion.

Even after being exposed to sunlight, the wounded Gawain forced himself to lift the Sword of Victory once more.

"Gallatin!!!"

The scorching holy light struck the dragon flying in mid-air almost simultaneously with the attack from the sword in the stone.

The black mist was burned by the light, and the shadows were driven back by the sun.

hold head high----!!!

Vortigern roared in anguish.

With its grievous wounds, it soared high into the sky, reaching a place beyond the reach of the holy sword.

"Is he trying to escape?" Anno said unwillingly. If Vortigern wanted to escape, they would be powerless to stop him, and all their efforts so far would be in vain. The dragon might invade again in the future.

But the next second, Vortigern turned back.

It folded its wings and plummeted straight down from the sky, its head facing down, its disgusting and terrifying mouth wide open. Blazing flames, along with thick, nauseating black smoke, spewed from Vortigern's mouth.

Arthur's pupils contracted rapidly.

Vortigern was like a giant meteorite, bringing misfortune and destruction to the earth.

"Get out of there quickly, Your Majesty!" Anno shouted urgently, leaping to Gawain's side, hoisting the Sun Knight onto his back, and rushing towards the city's outskirts.

Arthur gritted his teeth, sheathed Cailbur, and followed behind Anno, trying to get away from the center of Vortigern's fall.

However, no matter how fast you run, you can't keep up with free fall.

Vortigern, engulfed in flames and black mist, plummeted without hindrance.

boom!!!

Like a meteorite hitting the ground, a tremendous sound was emitted, and the shockwave and black flames spread irresistibly in all directions, engulfing the three people who were running in an instant.

"Pfft!"

"Cough, uh—"

All three were directly hit by the shockwave, tumbling and flying away, blood flowing from their mouths and ears.

Gawain crashed into a rock and lost consciousness, while Arthur crashed into a section of wall and barely managed to steady himself.

Anno planted the chalk in the ground and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly to prevent himself from being thrown any further.

"Ugh—" Anno spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, casually extinguished the still-burning flames on his armor, and looked toward the center of the fall.

As the dust settled, a deep crater was created within a hundred meters of Vottigeng. The previous buildings were gone, leaving only damp soil and a few pieces of architectural debris.

The dragon lay in the middle of the deep pit, barely alive, but Arthur could clearly feel that its life force was still strong.

"This guy!" Arthur gripped the Golden Sword of Victory, glaring angrily at the weakened dragon. He instinctively tried to draw his sword to attack, but stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

She also coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to her feet, leaning on her sword.

Anno had arrived at the edge of the pit, looking at the demonic dragon with an endless chill.

The chalk was silently drawn, its holy light flickering.

"Lord Anno!" Arthur exclaimed, running towards Anno's direction.

Anno ignored Arthur and used the last bit of strength in his legs to speak in a loud voice.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

The target of the chalk is the dragon's heart, that is, its chest.

puff-

The dragon roared in fury, and chalk pierced its chest.

But to Anno's surprise, the dragon's heart was extremely hard, and he could only pierce its chest before being unable to go any further.

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Chapter 83 The Collapse of Chalk

Annoga unleashed his magical power, attempting to break free of his restraints and pierce Vortigern's heart.

The veins on his head bulged, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, but the chalk still couldn't pierce the dragon's heart.

Vortigern let out a sound that seemed to be mocking.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Anno unleashed his magic power without restraint, his muscles seemingly about to burst through his armor.

Finally, the tip of the chalk sword broke through the conceptual barrier and pierced Vortigern's heart (core) a little bit.

The powerless dragon let out a terrified roar.

But the next second, chalk let out a clear, mournful cry.

hum-

Ping.

The chalk emitted a dazzling white light, and then, from the middle, it shattered directly, turning into countless fragments.

Anno was stunned. He held the hilt of the chalk sword and felt at a loss for the first time.

With a roar, Arthur also leaped down from the height, aiming at the wound that Anno had just inflicted on the dragon.

The blade of the Golden Sword of Inevitable Victory pierced the dragon's core without hindrance along the wound inflicted by the chalk.