Chapter 10: Immortal King Arthur (English)

In the dark sky, a sudden light suddenly appeared, half as red as fire, and half as auspicious light as a waterfall. In an instant, it hit each other fiercely.

"Boom--" In a shocking loud noise, a powerful pillar of light burst into pieces and burst into the sky, instantly spreading a large area of ​​dark clouds, casting strong sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, circles of violent shock waves were born with the sky-surged waterfall, roaring like thousands of beasts, sweeping around madly.

The castle suddenly trembled terriblely, shaking and shaking in the huge shock wave, and suddenly collapsed "rumbling" as a whole. For a moment, there were splashing rocks and smoke everywhere.

The blood tribes and the twelve round table knights on the grass were smashed and screamed in a terrifying manner in the sky. Their faces were horrified and they began to fight against the terrifying stone rain that was coming.

Ouyang Xuan, who was at the core of impact, was even more distressed. When the huge shock wave erupted violently, Ouyang Xuan had already roared into the air and firmly blocked the Red Dragon Round Shield in front of him.

For a moment, waves of shock waves continued to hit the Red Dragon Round Shield crazily, bringing terrible tremors and shocks like hundreds of giants hitting them with giant axes.

Faced with such a critical situation, the Red Dragon Round Shield also exerted its maximum power. The Red Dragon swam wildly. In a long roar of clear and distant red light erupted fiercely, and tenaciously confronted the powerful shock wave.

Although Ouyang Xuan's arms were sore and numb, and his chest was so painful that he was dying, he still did not dare to relax and tried his best to protect himself in the storm.

Finally, the shock wave gradually decreased, the rushing light waterfall gradually disappeared, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually reunited.

"Boom--" Suddenly, the light of the Red Dragon Round Shield disappeared, and Ouyang Xuan's body, which was parked in the air, fell straight down, and in an instant, it fell heavily on the huge ruins of the ancient serpent, making a heavy tremor.

"Cough cough..." Ouyang Xuan suddenly coughed violently, and a light red blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and suddenly a long roar: "The gun is coming!"

Suddenly, a fiery red figure emerged from the huge ruins, and rushed back to Ouyang Xuan like a strong dragon. It was the Fire God Spear.

Ouyang Xuan paused the tip of the Fire God Spear into the ruins and quickly scanned the surroundings. The terrifying scene shocked him:

The huge Jose castle was almost completely destroyed, with huge ruins on the ground, and huge rocks cracked into countless pieces, and giant trees turned into burning torches.

King Arthur in front of him disappeared, not knowing whether it was life or death, but he disappeared anyway.

There were chaotic residues everywhere, gravels of large and small, and broken furniture were listed everywhere, adventures were everywhere, fires were caught everywhere, and the beautiful scenery was ruined.

The twelve round table knights and the blood clans were also very embarrassed. They were all covered in dust and forgot to fight and looked at the ruins of the castle in horror. Perhaps it was the first time they had seen such a terrifying destructive power!

"Hahahaha..." Ouyang Xuan laughed: "King Arthur, are you dead? If you don't die, come out and fight again!"

Suddenly, a loud "boom--" sound came out, and a chaotic rain of stone suddenly exploded thirty-four steps in front of Ouyang Xuan, and a red figure jumped out and fell heavily with a "bang".

This is no one else, it is King Arthur!

When the time was set, the twelve round table knights on the grass burst into excited cheers.

However, King Arthur is much more embarrassed than Ouyang Xuan: the entire majestic red royal suit has turned into a tattered beggar's suit, ragged and bloody; the red cloak is full of holes, black and embarrassing; it turns out that the majestic and proud look is gone, terriblely pale, and there is a large piece of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, King Arthur suffered much more injuries than Ouyang Xuan. Of course, Ouyang Xuan took advantage: Iscalipo's energy may be similar to the Vulcan Spear, but the defense ability of the Vulcan armor may be much stronger than Iscalipo.

The blood clans who saw all this cheered and were so excited that they made a harsh sound of bats. Isn’t it a great pleasure to see the powerful enemy who was almost regarded as a sub-saint by the Holy See, being beaten so embarrassedly!?

However, the twelve round table knights collectively lost their voices, and their king was obviously at a disadvantage, which was a heavy and unacceptable blow to them.

"King Arthur, it seems that I won this time." Ouyang Xuan said calmly and proudly. At this time, he was more like a proud king than King Arthur.

"Hmph, do you think you will win? Don't forget that King Arthur is the closest figure to God besides the Pope. He will not be defeated by you so easily. Look, the Sheath of Iscalipo, the blessing of the Immortal Goddess, will give me the power of 'life'!" King Arthur roared, and his firm eyes shone brightly.

In an instant, the scabbard of the "Sword of Kings" flew out from King Arthur's waist, stopped above King Arthur's head, and suddenly burst out powerful holy light, which continued to inject into King Arthur's body.

In the bright holy light, a miracle happened: the wounds in Arthur's body healed quickly and were as intact as before in an instant; his pale face quickly turned bloody and rosy, and in the blink of an eye, he recovered his arrogant and majestic kingly demeanor; even the broken royal garment and cloak in the battle were quickly restored, revealing incomparable luxury and honor as if brand new.

In Ouyang Xuan's shocked eyes, King Arthur completely recovered his combat power within a few seconds.

"King Arthur! King Arthur!..." The twelve round table knights were so excited that they cheered loudly.

This time it was the blood clan's turn to be lost. They, who have always been known for their rapid recovery ability, were greatly shocked: King Arthur's recovery ability is so fast and strong that it is far inferior to the strongest among the blood clan!

"Impossible, why did you recover so quickly?" Ouyang Xuan looked in disbelief.

At this moment, although Ouyang Xuan's injuries were recovering quickly, and the speed of washing the spring water of the Hualong Pond was much faster than before, the injury was less than half better, and the enemy had recovered as before, which was a big blow to Ouyang Xuan.

"Hahaha..." King Arthur burst out proudly, stretched out his hand to return the scabbard in the air, and said proudly: "The strongest part of the 'Sword of Kings' is not its powerful attack power, but this scabbard. As long as you have this scabbard, you will have the powerful blessing of the 'Immortal Goddess', never bleeding, never die, I will not be defeated!"

In an instant, the field was silent, and Ouyang Xuan was shocked: Damn, isn’t this simply an invincible place?? Wouldn’t I be fighting with a powerful enemy who would almost never die?? Is this the real strength of King Arthur, who is known as ‘the closest to God except the Pope’!

The blood clans were also stunned: the enemy who will never die means that they will be in trouble forever!

This terrible prospect made all the blood clans feel cold. King Arthur, like the Pope, rarely takes action, so the blood clans still don’t know King Arthur’s biggest secret. The strongest part is Iscalipo’s scabbard. But what if you know, it adds a strong psychological burden to your heart.

What a terrible word to be immortal!

"Orients, give me what stole from the Tower of London, and then surrender. Perhaps, I can ask Her Majesty the Queen for a favor and spare you." King Arthur said calmly, as if victory was undoubtedly in his hands.

Ouyang Xuan was furious, and his strong self-esteem made him not admit defeat even if he had a little bit of strength to face the strongest. He sneered: "King Arthur, although you are very strong, I don't believe you really won't die! I will brag before you beat me down. Now, I still choose to fight!"

"Fight! Fight!..." The blood clans roared, and they were all figures who were unwilling to sit and wait for death.

"Swoosh--" Prince Tumeng suddenly turned into a bloody light and appeared in front of Ouyang Xuan, and said with a wry smile: "Dear friend, our situation seems to be very bad. What do you think?"

"King Arthur should leave it to me, I can deal with it." Ouyang Xuan said coldly: "However, Prince, is it time for your sacred weapon, the second-ranked 'Corpse Hand', to show its power? If you retain your abilities, I'm afraid your sacred tribe will shed the last drop of blood tonight."

"'Corpse Hand'?" King Arthur was shocked: "Didn't this murder weapon disappear in the medieval jihad? Does it still exist?"

Ouyang Xuan laughed and said, "Does the Vastarians only allow the retrieval of the lost 'scarab beetles', and do not allow the blood clan to retrieve their 'corpse hands'? King Arthur, tonight, the winner is still the final number, you are too happy too early."

Prince Tumon nodded and smiled bitterly: "It turns out that I still want to keep the secret of the 'corpse hand' and leave it until one day to deal with the old bastard of the Pope. I didn't expect it to be used today. Dear friend, Simon, hold on, I will deal with the twelve round table knights, and then help deal with this guy who claims to be immortal."

"Okay." Ouyang Xuan answered very simply.

"Don't die first. I don't want my promise to fail, otherwise I will become the laughing stock of the entire blood clan!" Prince Tumen laughed loudly, and suddenly turned into a blood light and returned to the grass.

King Arthur's face suddenly became worried: The second-ranked powerful holy weapon "Corpse Hand" appeared, and I'm afraid the Twelve Round Table Knights could not handle it.

"What, do you want to help? Then you have to pass this level first." Ouyang Xuan waved the Fire Spike in his hand, and the fire-like light reflected the ruins.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wishes. Originally, I still couldn't bear it."

For a moment, King Arthur's eyes became sharp and there were many murderous intents.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on." Ouyang Xuan roared angrily.

"Come on, the glory of thousands of years, the great blessings of the gods, the ultimate power, the seven consecutive slashes of the Holy Slashes!" King Arthur sang loudly, and the 'Sword of the King' Iscalipo burst out wave after wave of powerful light, and the terrifying energy surged wildly, increasing, as if the vast universe was unfathomable.

Ouyang Xuan knew that King Arthur had taken out the last skill to put himself in the box and planned to solve himself. His face suddenly became terrifying and severe, and he roared: "Come on, see who can laugh to the end. The wrath of the God of Fire is the strongest power!"

As soon as Ouyang Xuan was about to burst out from his body, as if a fiercely burning fireman, his powerful aura soared into the sky, as if even the sky was about to ignite.

The Fire God Gun trembled and burst out circles of red light; the red dragon on the helmet and the round shield also swam wildly, and the sounds of the clear and distant dragon roars made people excited.

Terrible energy gathered and surged on the ruins, reaching a terrible critical point in an instant. Once it exploded, it would be a huge earth-shaking collision.

At this time, the battle between the blood clan and the twelve round table knights on the grass also began again, and the main battlefield was naturally Prince Tumon vs. The four round table knights.

Lancelot, known as the "No. 1 Warrior among the Knights of the Round Table", sang loudly: "Glorious duties, thousand years of inheritance, look at the strongest power - the Holy Light!"

"Boom--" The Holy Cross Sword in Lancelot's hand burst out with powerful holy light, and the huge energy contained was obviously much stronger than Gao Wen and Gerant.

The other three round table knights, Gao Wen, Baosi and Percival, who besieged Prince Tumon, also sang loudly: "Glorious duties, thousand years of inheritance, look at the strongest power - the Holy Light!"

"Peng-Peng-Peng-Peng-Peng-Peng-Peng--!" Suddenly, four holy cross swords shot out four dazzling holy lights into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, four powerful holy lights strangely merged into one in the air, 1+1+1+1 is greater than four, and they slashed at Prince Tumon like a thunder shot out by Zeus.

Prince Tumen's face changed slightly. No one dared to be careless when facing the joint efforts of the four round table knights. He whistled: "Come out, the holy weapon of the blood clan, the holy hand that judges all the sins of the world - Cain's left hand!"

Suddenly, a fishy blood light shot out from Prince Tumen's back. A blood-colored giant hand grew in the wind, and it was four or five meters in an instant.

"Corpse Hand!?" In the horrified eyes of Lancelot and others, the "Corpse Hand" shone brightly and faced the four unified holy lights in the air without fear.

"Boom--" In the terrifying shock, the "corpse hand" crushed the holy light of Lancelot and the four people. The remaining holy light shot back into the air, illuminating the dark clouds.

There is no doubt that the 'corpse hand' fell into Prince Tumon's hands, which was stronger and more irresistible than Duke Biki.

Lancelot and others' faces changed drastically: this thousand-year-old blood clan weapon is indeed extraordinary.

Prince Tumon won the victory with one blow and laughed happily: "Go, Sister Shi's anger - crush these God's lackeys!"

"Peng——" The 'Corpse Hand' burst out four powerful blood lights in the air, emitting an evil and bloody aura, covering the four Lancelots.

Lancelot and the four of them roared together, and the Holy Cross Sword in their hands shot out dazzling holy light, facing the blood light with all their strength.

"Boom..." Four violent explosions shot out. Lancelot and others felt that the eyes were dark, and their bodies lost control. They flew lightly and fell heavily on the grass more than ten meters away, smashing sand and stones flying around, and their bones were shattered.

"Long live the prince! Long live the ancestor!" The blood clans around cheered, and their courage increased in an instant.

Prince Tumeng also became proud and let out a shrill roar towards the sky!

Suddenly, amid the cheers of the blood clans, the anxious King Arthur roared angrily: "Slay!" A holy light like a waterfall finally shot out from the "Sword of the King", like thunder, like a flash of sharpness, and robbed the power of the world.

"Come on." Ouyang Xuan also roared, and the Fire God Spear slashed forward, and the powerful red light burst out collided with the terrifying holy light without hesitation.

"Boom--" Flying sand and stones, the sky and the earth were fading, and powerful shock waves shot around.

Ouyang Xuan was rushed by a huge force and took two steps back. Before he could gain a firm foothold, the second holy light came again.

"Come again." Ouyang Xuan roared without showing any weakness, and stabbed forward hard.

The second red light collided again with the second holy light, and the beam of light that soared into the sky and violent shock waves burst out on the spot.

"Bang--" The red dragon round shield showed its might, and circles of red light burst out, struggling to resist the terrifying storm.

One step, two steps, three steps, the shock wave was too powerful. Ouyang Xuan could not help but retreat three times in a row, and his chest was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood.

At this moment, King Arthur's third holy light arrived, and the harsh thunder seemed to be louder and louder.
To be continued...