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

Notably, Lancelot's sword, "Lake of Light," one of the holy swords also crafted by the Lake Fairy Vivian, has lost its former purity. From the hilt to the blade, it has been stained black and filled with a filthy and disgusting aura.

Having murdered its fellow members of the Round Table, the Holy Sword lost its status as a Holy Sword due to its master's actions, and was corrupted by demonic energy, transforming into a Demon Sword.

The two knights, now in Vortigern's body, unleashed their demonic power like a black whirlwind.

Anno's eyes were cold, and his magic propelled his withered body as he charged out from the ranks of knights.

"grandfather!"

Anno ignored his grandson's worries and quickened his pace.

The three of them moved like shooting stars, and they were about to make contact in just a few seconds.

"Lancelot, Mordred, you two bastards—" Anno shouted angrily at the two of them, raising the white chalk he was guarding high.

"Wake up!!!"

Instead of using the blade, Anno used his fist, which was gripping the sword tightly, to smash Lancelot's head.

"Or—" Lancelot screamed in pain as he was knocked to the ground and rolled around.

Mordred seized the opportunity, extending his hand, which had transformed into sharp claws, to grab at Anno.

But Anno was faster than Mordred; he grabbed Mordred's arm and swung him around.

Then it slammed down hard on Lancelot, who hadn't gotten up yet.

“Aaaaaaaa—” Vortigern’s body screamed in agony.

Anno straightened up, forcibly swallowing the blood that was about to come out, and looked at the two crazed knights with anger and regret.

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Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Dragon Pack

Inside the portal, a massive shadow appeared, emitting a deafening dragon's roar.

hold head high--

The enormous dragon claw slammed into the ground, leaving deep marks, and its evil eyes peered greedily into the human world through the portal.

Dragons, the true dragon species, are different from two-legged wyverns; these are four-legged, two-winged, true giant dragons.

Each dragon's body resembled that of Vortigern, though their strength was far inferior to Vortigern's, but...

In the soldiers' despairing eyes.

One dragon... two dragons... ten dragons.

Hundreds of giant dragons.

One after another, giant dragons flew out of the portal, flapping their wings that blotted out the sky and roaring excitedly and wildly.

The soldiers looked up at this despairing scene, their weapons slipping from their hands, and some even knelt down on the ground.

Countless people wept with fear, yet could not utter a single word.

Although the Knights of the Round Table felt no fear, a cloud of unease was slowly gathering in their hearts.

Even an ordinary dragon, not a top-tier dragon like Fafnir or Vortigern, is still incredibly destructive and can easily destroy a country or island.

In a secluded spot, Morgan, who had exhausted himself trying to maintain the magic, watched the dragons' entrance with madness, letting out a hearty, hoarse laugh.

"Go and destroy!"

"Go and trample!"

"Go and destroy Britain, and indeed the entire world!"

She was fully expressing her emotions.

This could offer her a little comfort after being betrayed by her father, sister, son, and daughter.

Arthur fell silent, and so did the mighty Knights of the Round Table.

Even the invincible King Arthur would feel a sense of powerlessness in such a desperate situation.

"Honestly... this job looks really troublesome." Finally, Kaiqing, who was teased for being a chatterbox, expressed her thoughts with a smile, "But shouldn't this kind of tiring work be left to us?"

The people at the round table pondered, then suddenly realized something.

Anno beat the two crazed knights so badly that much of the black aura around them dissipated.

He resolutely stood at the forefront.

"My king, my fellow members of the Round Table, fear is absolutely not the emotion a good knight should possess!" His dry white hair fluttered in the wind, and as he spoke, he involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.

Arthur looked at his teacher, then at his brother, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Even now, I still can't do without your guidance."

She held the holy sword before her and solemnly proclaimed, "Soldiers of Britain!"

Attracted by Arthur's voice, everyone turned to look at the majestic yet petite king.

"This is the greatest crisis Britain has ever faced since its birth!"

"As king, I declare that this war will be extremely difficult."

"It is so difficult that soldiers will abandon their weapons and kings will sigh in silence."

"But! Britain will not be destroyed, that is my guarantee as its lord!"

"Countless cities and people lie behind us! I am the King of Britain, and you are the soldiers of Britain!"

"I will no longer remain silent, so take up arms now! Our opponent is a rare and formidable dragon!"

Upon hearing the king's pronouncement, the soldiers' unfocused eyes hardened, and their fearful hands became firm.

Arthur pointed his holy sword at the swarming dragons and laughed contemptuously, "Our swords will be stained with dragon blood!"

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!"

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Chapter 100 Bindu, Bindu Deleon

The war between humans and dragons has broken out.

Although Arthur forcefully used his leadership to boost morale, to be honest, the role that soldiers could play in this war was negligible.

It was called a war, but it was more like a one-sided massacre.

While dealing with the dragon, the British soldiers also had to guard against attacks from other alien races.

However, a single breath from a dragon is enough to kill several people, not to mention that there are conservatively estimated to be nearly three hundred dragons here.

When disaster strikes, the first to step forward are definitely the leaders, definitely the heroes.

Gawain desperately unleashed his holy light, scorching the dragon.

Tristan's music transformed from an elegant dance tune into a melody as fierce as a storm, with air arrows powerful enough to pierce the dragon's defenses.

The Knights of the Round Table dominated the war.

Bindu glanced at his colleagues around him, then at Anno, who was locked in combat with Lancelot and Mordred on the mountainside.

The giant dragon in the sky is still flying and still roaring.

In fact, all the knights could guess the final outcome of this war.

Perhaps, it's destruction.

Bindu smiled nonchalantly.

He removed the armor protecting him and threw it on the ground, then raised his strange longsword high.

Most of the members of the Round Table were of noble birth. Tristan and Lanmarok were princes from foreign lands, Agravan and Gawain were the children of the eldest princess, and even Anno was Merlin's close friend and a viscount of Britain.

Bindu was originally just a war orphan adopted by a church; he was a figure who did not exist in legends at all.

As a child, he was chosen by Anno, who was then the Grand Master of the Knights of Glory of Britain. After training, he became a knight and later even had his own seat at the Round Table of Glory.

Although he experienced more strictness from Anno, it was something that Bindu, who had lost his parents at a young age, found sweet.

Having done everything he could to get this far, Bindo discovered that what he valued most was not his seat at the round table.

......

Rather, it is the bonds forged along the way with Anno, Wang, and their fellow Round Table colleagues.

Bindo is a man of few words; he simply doesn't dare to express his feelings.

But now, Britain is facing this war, a war between man and dragon, a war it is almost certain to lose.

Then, let me pave the way for my colleagues at the round table.

Bindu silently reflected on it.

Suddenly, Bindu vanished from the spot.

Bindu was the fastest of the Knights of the Round Table; his speed was even faster than Tristan's air arrows.

In an instant, Bindu appeared on the back of a giant dragon.

“Even a dragon capable of soaring through the sky would surely die if its heart were pierced.” Bindu’s lips curled into a smile as he concentrated magic at the tip of his sword and thrust it out from the dragon’s back.

The dragon's hide was not strong, nor was its flesh tough. Like the other alien races killed by Bindu, its blood was warm and its heart was beating.

*Pfft*

hold head high!!!

The dragon let out a deafening howl, and a huge hole appeared in its chest, through which one could see the scene behind it.

The dragon, having lost its heart, fell from the sky, leaving behind a massive corpse.

"The illusory sword of back attack, this is my final move!" Bindu muttered to himself, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Seeing another member of their kind killed, the dragon's companions roared in anger and surrounded Bindu.

But in the knight's eyes, there was only the sword and the intent to kill.

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Chapter 101 Betrayal?

The people at the round table couldn't help but look at this usually taciturn knight.

The least active Bindu was surprisingly the first to kill a dragon, and it was an instant kill.