Demon Hunter and His Hut

Gawain raised the shield of his left hand and stood in front of his chest.

Surrounded by powerful enemies, there are five inheritance knights, plus Lancelot.

Such a lineup, in the absence of Tier 4 Transcendents, is enough to sweep across Europe.

But there was no tension on Gawain's face.

It's not that his strength is really strong enough to fight against everyone present, it's Gawain's spirit of will that makes him not allow himself to bow his head under any circumstances.

Because he is the shining knight.

Destined to shine like the sun.

He stretched out his right hand, and a hole was opened in the palm of his hand. The red blood seeped out from the palm. At the same time, the sun in the sky seemed to be attracted and actively gathered on Gawain's palm.

In an instant, a shining long sword appeared on Gawain's right hand.

The blood spreads out, forming a special pattern that wraps around the sword.

"Compared to your weapon, the so-called Sun Sword in Bedwell's hand is a stick."

As an opponent, Lancelot was also impressed by Gawain's demeanor at this time.

"Lan Malloch, the three of you and Bowes go after the other two."

Lancelot ordered.

He turned his head and glanced at Geraint who was standing on the stone pillar, "Pay attention to the changes in space at any time, don't let him find an opportunity to escape."

"No matter what happens, don't come near."

Having made the decision just now, Lancelot was already on the ropes and had to send it out. If Gawain couldn't die here today, then everything about him would end here.

So he does not allow any possible failure.

To be honest, Lancelot didn't know Gawain's true strength, but he was the only inheritance knight with the same name as him.

Based on this alone, ordinary Knights of the Round Table are in danger of death at any time when facing Gawain.

It's fine under other circumstances, but the Shining Knight at noon doesn't even have a clue in his heart.

But he still wanted to try.

See who is stronger between him and Gawain.

As the last shred of respect for killing this worthy opponent.

Lan Malok nodded, stared at Gawain in the field, and gave the others a wink, and everyone slowly backed away until they were out of Gawain's attack range.

Then he identified the direction again, and rushed in the direction where Roger and Abraham left just now.

Four heritage knights should be enough to deal with the other two enemies.

From the beginning to the end, Gawain didn't do anything, he just held his shield and sword, watching everything calmly, until Lancelot turned his attention to him again.

"Are you going to have a fair duel with me?"

Gawain looked up at the sun hanging in the sky.

"It doesn't seem fair to you."

"But I want to give it a try, try to beat you in the strongest state!"

Lancelot's silver hair fluttered in the air, his words were light, but his face was full of pride.

He awakened the rare dragonborn bloodline, even the lowest bloodline among them, but the nobility of the dragon is innate.

Gao Wen shook his head.

"Lancelot, you've always been like this, and nothing has changed for over 100 years."

I understood the contempt in Gawain's eyes, which made the arrogant Lancelot unacceptable. There was a light sound in his body, Lancelot's figure was raised, and ice crystal-like scales appeared on the surface of his skin.

A pair of transparent horns drilled out of the silver hair.

He raised his right hand high, and at the same time, Geraint, who was standing in the distance, made the same action, and the rhythm of the two was exactly the same.

There was an abnormal sound in the air, and when Lancelot's arm fell, there was already a large long sword made of ice crystals in his right hand.

This weapon was more than three times wider than an ordinary long sword. Lancelot stood in front of his chest, and the width was comparable to half a door.

The top of the blade is not symmetrical, and one side is condensed with thumb-sized ice crystals, which looks like dragon scales have been peeled off and draped over it.

The name of the sword is more like a knife.

"Ready?"

Gawain stepped back half a step and shifted his focus forward. The moment he launched the attack, the gentleness on his face disappeared, and a frowning suffocating aura emerged from his body.

"Meet the greatness of light!"

A strange sound came from all directions around Lancelot. Lancelot looked around, and six identical Radiance Knights surrounded him and launched an attack at the same time.

"Where the light shines, everything is nothingness!"

【Glory】

…………

Roger swallowed the pale blood he had drawn into his body. His current strength is not as good as before. After a period of research, he has found a way to temporarily store the pale blood in his body.

After doing all this, he turned around and fled without hesitation. There was the roar of Abraham behind him, and then, a powerful breath exploded in mid-air.

Roger turned back in a hurry, and Abraham had once again transformed into the weird appearance he had in Crescent City.

It's just that compared to the hasty fusion that day, what erupted from Garrahan at this time is the purest third-order peak strength!

No, even stronger.

tom!

The air was compressed, and Abraham's wings gathered together, and the whole person was like a spinning whirlwind. The tip of the wings was a sharp awl, and an afterimage flashed in his eyes, and Abraham had already appeared in front of him!

Roger didn't dodge like he did when he faced Lan Malok just now. There was a flash in his eyes, and the ability of Quinn's seal was working to the extreme.

He knew that the situation between himself and Abraham was doomed to be endless. This was an invincible enemy. He had to find out the real gap between the two sides.

If even an ordinary impact from Abraham could not be resisted, the next battle would be out of the question.

So this blow he can not retreat.

And it must be stopped! !

The power was transmitted from the ground to the soles of his feet, and Roger twisted his waist to exert force. Even if he didn't have a weapon in his hand, he was no longer the ordinary boy who came to the island.

His body is the weapon and his arm is the blade!

【Qian Jun】

Roger roared, the muscles on his body bulged, he did not extract the energy from the pale blood, but completely relied on his body that had been strengthened after the dream trial.

boom!

The two figures collided, and Abraham pushed forward furiously, the ground flipped, Roger's body was pushed out more than ten meters away, and a long trace was dragged on the ground.

But at this time, there was no decadence in Roger's eyes, but only a burning desire to fight.

"Compared to a few months ago, you've only grown a little taller, nothing else has changed?"

Roger stared into Abraham's eyes and said with a little ease.

The mania and anger on Abraham's face had long since disappeared.

His hatred for Roger stemmed more from Roger's strength.

If Roger's strength surpassed him, and defeated him in a head-on battle, then Abraham would be easier to accept.

But Roger stole his most precious things in the most opportunistic way when he was at his weakest.

This kind of grievance, useless, left him nowhere to vent.

But at this time, Abraham has calmed down.

He was surprised to find that a few months ago, the little bug that seemed to be easily crushed by him as long as he was a little serious, has grown incredible to the point of being on an equal footing with him!

Roger let out a breath and grabbed one of Abraham's wings with one hand.

"It doesn't look like you're getting weaker."

"But I'm getting stronger!"

"Are you surprised?"

As he spoke, he punched Abraham in the face.