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

Of course, this is related to the fact that the dragon was relatively thin.

The Knights of the Round Table couldn't help but feel admiration for the knight who stood atop the dragon's corpse, coldly watching the other dragons in the sky.

However, the group was unable to rush to their aid, as almost every round table was being closely watched by several dragons. It was only because humans were relatively small that the dragons had difficulty hitting them, which is why no accidents had occurred for the time being.

Bindu stood on the back of the dragon, which was not yet completely dead, his chest heaving violently.

The illusory sword is a sword that should not exist.

For Bindu to use this move, both his physical strength and magical power would be severely depleted.

But who doesn't give it their all?

Bindu dodged and disappeared from the spot once again.

......

Anno used magic to sustain himself, and even so, he could still easily beat the crazed Lancelot and Mordred.

However, he was getting old, and the fight that lasted for more than ten minutes made him feel his strength waning, and his magic power was gradually running out.

His white beard was stained bright red with blood, a horrifying and tragic sight.

However, there is good news: after Lancelot and Mordred, who are shrouded in black energy, are defeated, the black energy on their bodies will be significantly weakened.

This magic trick is not invincible.

Instead of using a sword, Anno used his fists to shatter the magic on the two pathetic knights.

As the black mist dissipated, two unconscious figures were revealed.

Anno finally felt the exhaustion. He sat on the ground, forcibly suppressing the weakness that was emanating from within.

......

Morgan Freeman, who was hiding in the shadows, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Compared to her stunning beauty back then, she now looks like neither human nor ghost.

His hair was dry and sparse, he was thin and weak, and his eyeballs bulged out.

She understood that the vicious magic she had painstakingly developed, manifested through the corpse of Vortigern and the magic of dragons, called "Britain's Destruction - Vortigern," had been destroyed.

But she wasn't sad; instead, she laughed strangely.

From the moment Lancelot and Mordred lost their minds due to the magic, her plan succeeded.

Britain, ravaged by dragons, is truly...so beautiful...

She sat dazedly in a corner, curled up in a ball, feeling a mixture of vengeful pleasure and confusion.

"Father..." As drowsiness crept in, Morgan Freeman seemed to see King Uther's tall figure and his pained and complicated eyes.

......

Lancelot felt a splitting headache. He struggled to his feet and opened one eye, only to see Anno's aged face.

“Father, I…” Memories slowly surfaced in Lancelot’s mind. He knelt before Anno in disbelief.

After defeating a giant dragon, Gawain took the time to run halfway up the mountain and, seeing Lancelot, who had returned to normal and was in tears, fell silent.

He punched Lancelot in the nose, then left without looking back.

The culprit is not Lancelot, and it's unclear who exactly is. Besides, we're at war now, so let's leave the trial of the guilty party for after the war.

Lancelot lay on the ground, still in the position where he had been knocked down by Gawain, tears streaming down his face.

He betrayed the king, betrayed his father, and also betrayed... the little girl who admired him...

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Chapter 102 The First Person to Leave

Seeing Lancelot and Mordred lying on the ground, their hearts filled with remorse and despair, Anno finally sighed.

Their armor was shattered along with the magic.

Ultimately, the two were affected because of the armor; without the magic, the armor shattered.

This is the first time Mordred has revealed her true face to others.

It was a face exactly like Arthur's, only much younger.

Has so much time really passed...?

Anno paused to take a second look at the two knights and the two children.

Then he shook his head and walked away with faltering steps.

Lancelot and Mordred also noticed the current situation, and their regret grew as they realized what they had done to Britain.

Lancelot's veins bulged as he got up, ignoring the face that looked exactly like Artoria's, and pulled Mordred up as well.

"Mo Qing, you should know what we're doing right now, shouldn't you?" Lancelot's eyes were chillingly red, and his teeth were grinding together.

Mordred was almost filled with regret and rage. His mother, Morgan Fairer, that woman, had devised such a crazy and vicious scheme.

She already had a bad temper, and she jumped up, gripping the sword her father had given her tightly.

"...For Britain, to wash away my shame!" the two enraged men said in unison.

……

Anno was nearing the end of his life; he walked to Arthur's side purely on instinct.

The dragon's gaze focused on the two, whose magical power made them feel threatened.

More than ten dragons besieged Arthur, and Arthur's resistance was extremely difficult.

Magic gathered in the dragons' mouths, and the dragons simultaneously spewed out blazing flames, attempting to engulf Arthur.

Arthur couldn't dodge in time.

"Your Majesty!" Gawain, who had been watching the battlefield intently, cried out in disbelief.

"The...guardian of chalk." A hoarse and calm voice rang out.

A white barrier surrounded Arthur, firmly blocking the flames from advancing.

“This is…” Arthur looked at the white screen with surprise and relief.

The flames vanished, and the figure that had shielded Arthur from them with a light screen was tall but hunched over.

“Uncle Anno…” Arthur murmured as he looked at Anno’s disheveled state.

Anno was almost speechless, but he continued to mechanically swing his sword against the dragon.

Arthur fell silent; her magic was nearly exhausted, and the war was on the verge of being completely destroyed.

She bowed to Anno, then returned to the battle.

As for Anno, he may have lost consciousness by now. Only his heart, which is dedicated to protecting humanity and Britain, continues to beat and power his body.

……

The number of dragons was simply too great to handle, and the Knights of the Round Table, despite their intense battles, ultimately could not withstand the alien race.

Bindu's legs had become necrotic due to excessive use of magic.

However, he continued to run and stab.

...Can't you see clearly anymore?

The dragon's sharp teeth were almost within reach. Bindu felt the warm breath, looked at the blurry scene, and suddenly smiled.

I have nothing left to lose.

...How embarrassing! Was I the first one to leave?

With its legs too weak to run, the dragon's jaws finally snapped into its prey.

Click—

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Chapter 103 The Knights of the Round Table Leave Their Seats

"Bindo!!!" Lanmarok, who usually had a good relationship with Bindo, looked at the battlefield that belonged to Bindo in disbelief and witnessed the moment when Bindo was torn to pieces.

The blood of heroes spilled across the sky, and the dragon looked at the other Knights of the Round Table with a wicked gaze.

"You—bastard!!!" Lanmarok roared angrily, swinging his spear and attacking the dragon that had devoured Bindu.

He and Bindu had known each other for a long time and their relationship was like that of brothers.

Bindu was torn apart and devoured in the war with the dragon, and Lanmarok had only one thought.

To avenge Bindu.

The spear responded to Lanmarok's emotions, thrusting like thunder.

......

Agravan was the most powerless one in the face of the dragon. Among the members of the Round Table, his martial arts skills were the least developed. He barely managed to secure a seat at the Round Table by relying solely on his intellect and fairness.

Moreover, he was the least popular among the Knights of the Round Table, and many of them disliked him.

Even so, he continued to fight the dragon.

He, Gawain, Gahoris, and Gareth are siblings. Although they have different personalities, temperaments, and styles, and rarely communicate, they all share the same vision.

Surround Arthur and protect Britain.

As the dragon's hand was about to strike, he smiled sadly.

I've killed five dragons, so it's not a loss.

As the dragon's claw descended, Agravivan, a Knight of the Round Table,... left his seat.

......

Tristan's chest wound, inflicted by Mordred, had long since reopened, and the flowing blood had stained his silver armor the same color as his hair.

The harp strings were broken and tossed aside; Tristan was fighting the dragon with only his rapier.

As the dragon's wings struck, the exhausted Tristan was blasted into the air.

He stared blankly at the sky, not caring at all as he spat out blood.