Druid’s Marvel Travels

Chapter 269 The Legend of the Black Knight

The roaring sound dissipated, and Oakes looked a little ugly——

Those profane branches, skeletons, and flesh-and-blood structure-like monsters, although they were bombarded by the falling stars, they still haven't lost their vitality!

No, perhaps it should be said that these things are already "dead", but the strong dead air makes them seem to be transformed into dead creatures!

"It's really Drust's life-to-death conversion magic!"

Oakes looked seriously at the incomplete "parts" that had been blown all over the floor, they were wriggling, assembling, and reorganizing under the drive of dead energy!

"Aw--"

The original structure was only about three meters high, but now this reorganized branch, flesh and bone aggregate not only reached a height of seven or eight meters, but even its volume was like a small mountain!

This can be said to be a mountain of dead animals and plants!

"Fortunately, there are no human corpses in it... But there are so many weird animals that shouldn't exist in nature, this guy..."

Thinking of the strange aura in the sky, Oakes waved his hand, and the spiked vines that had failed due to the bombing of falling stars reappeared, binding the huge "mountain of corpses" tightly!

The next moment, lightning flashed in his hands, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared above the target!

"Boom——!"

Violent lightning poured down, and the huge "corpse mountain" let out a horrible roar——

It seems to be a collection of vocal organs of an unknown number of animals, full of endless shriek and despair!

"Om—"

The stars already looming in the sky seemed to suddenly increase in brightness, and the misty starlight gathered into a huge light ball above the thundercloud.

After the huge "corpse mountain" was baptized by the powerful thunder and lightning, the death energy around him was still in a state of chaos. The next moment, the starlight ball ruthlessly passed through the thundercloud and hit it!

"Starfire!"

"boom--"

The cold star fire burned the monster's body, but Oakes keenly noticed that no matter how hard this guy howled, it seemed... that his breath didn't weaken too much!

"Brother, the dead air seems to be recovering its organizational structure... This thing is not a creature in the ordinary sense at all."

Malorne's voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, and Oakes heaved a sigh of relief:

"That's right, the drust's evil spells seem to have undergone a remarkable transformation.

These organisms are like the products of biochemical experiments or genetic experiments, and the life forms are inherently unstable.

But the mastermind behind the scenes forcibly spliced ​​them together with death energy...

The closer one is to death, the more thoroughly the biological tissue and dead energy are fused, the more tissue regeneration will be stimulated and the breath will be strengthened.

I have to say, he is really a genius. "

A blue light flashed in Oakes' eyes:

"If this thing is placed elsewhere, it will be a big trouble... But it's a pity that it met me!"

Magic power surged in his hands, Oakes directly displayed the way of balance between life and death, and the thick vines entwining the "corpse mountain" changed instantly!

The emerald green branches, leaves and thorns turned into withered yellowish brown, the light blue fluorescence of death magic replaced the emerald green of natural magic, and began to unreasonably absorb the death energy from the violently struggling "mountain of corpses"!

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The root of existence was seized, and the "mountain of corpses" was powerless even to struggle.

The profane monster, which would cause a lot of damage under normal circumstances, was directly sucked out of the dead energy by Oakes' powerful death magic, and it declined visibly with the naked eye!

Another thundercloud that was much bigger than before appeared, and the more violent thunder and lightning completely turned the monster that had no death protection into a pile of broken coke!

After tidying up the profane monsters and making them completely harmless, Oakes snorted coldly, and a stern look flashed across his eyes:

"Want to run?"

The "magic weapon" that was expected to be high was killed by Oaks in just a few minutes. The guy in the sky was obviously a little flustered and was moving away from this area at a very fast speed!

But how could Oakes let him go?

"Malorne, contact the local police!"

"Yes, brother."

Green lights flashed one after another, and the stunned and cheering crowd suddenly found that healing flowers bloomed under their feet in an instant.

The injuries on my body are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"It's the Avenger Druid!"

"Ah! The bear just now was so handsome!"

"Spells are more handsome! Those stars, just bang!"

"There's lightning! Is that God's punishment! I almost thought it was Thor coming!"

"King Arthur, your heroic spirit protects us... Is he really the Druid in myths and legends?"

...

"Wow—"

The huge wings flapped, and the huge body of the Starlight Falcon appeared above the fleeing target in an instant!

"Pegasus?"

Oakes frowned. This guy was wearing black and blue armor, a black helmet, holding a strangely shaped long-handled scepter that looked like an ancient lance, and riding on a black horse with wings!

This horse can really fly, so the speed... is not satisfactory, not as good as the ground speed of the drag racing party.

"Back off!"

A middle-aged man's dull roar came from under the helmet:

"It's just a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding? Who do you think you are!"

Oakes just exists in the form of a starlight falcon, which already makes this... Pegasus tremble.

Although it should be a specially trained horse, it also depends on what target it is in front of!

Oaks deliberately aimed at its wild coercion and ruthless suppression of its high life ranks, making this poor guy flap his wings desperately——

But it can't even keep up with Oaks' speed without flapping his wings, let alone escape?

"Jee--"

With a long, sharp cry, the Pegasus that the knight was sitting on trembled violently, hissed miserably, and its wings cramped, making it unable to fly!

"ah!"

There was an exclamation from under the knight's helmet, and he tugged on the reins fiercely, desperately trying to recover his mount:

"Fly for me! Otherwise we will all die!"

"Come on, let's talk on the ground."

The sharp claws locked the knight's body tightly, making him feel that he would be torn apart by this sharp weapon in the next moment——

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"boom--!"

Oakes swooped down with the knight and Pegasus, and knocked the two guys into the ground!

"..."

The knight and Pegasus lay dying on the ground.

Oakes turned back into human form, raised his eyebrows, and snorted coldly:

"I thought you were supervillains or other special abilities... Now it seems that you are just ordinary people's physical fitness.

But this horse gives me more interest than you. "

With a snap of his fingers, two balls of green light shrouded the knight and Pegasus. After a while, Pegasus' aura returned to normal, but Oakes just healed the knight so that he didn't die so quickly.

"Um?"

Oakes looked around and found an ancient castle not far away, he couldn't help but frowned:

"Fortunately, I stopped it. This is the ancestral property of a friend of mine..."

He fell silent, looking gloomy.

The black pegasus didn't dare to stand up at all, and just lay down behind the knight, neighing flatteringly.

"Be quiet!"

Oakes snorted coldly, Pegasus didn't dare to make a sound immediately.

He walked up to the seriously injured knight lying on the ground, and pulled off his helmet:

"Dr. Garrett...it seems that we haven't reached our appointment yet."

"O, Dr. Oakes..."

Doctor of genetics at Oxford University, uncle of Dane Whitman, Dr. John Garrett, with a bleeding mouth and nose, forced a wry smile:

"I didn't expect this day to come so soon... You are really a 'Druid'!"

Garrett felt extremely bitter in his heart. He never expected that his favorite work would not last a few minutes in front of Oakes!

"When I see the carcasses of animals and plants that shouldn't exist in nature, I should think of them."

Oakes looked at the top geneticist coldly:

"Those are the products of your experiments...including this horse!"

He glanced at the lance-shaped scepter that fell aside. It was scratched by Oakes' sharp claws and fell from a high altitude. It was already a little damaged.

Some structures inside are exposed, obviously it is not a cold weapon, but a high-tech weapon!

"Dr. Garrett, I think I need an explanation..."

Oakes just looked down at this acquaintance whom he had no intention of saving:

"I thought that even if we weren't close friends, we were still friends who could discuss issues together. Dane was even willing to talk to you to clear up the misunderstanding between you."

"Dr. Oakes... Since you are a real druid, we have also discussed... the legend of King Arthur."

Gartler panted for a long time, and finally gathered some strength to speak:

"Then do you know...the legend of the 'Black Knight' in England?"

"'black Knight'?"

Oakes frowned:

"My own research is biased towards the mythology part, you know the legend of King Arthur better than me.

I know the legend of the Knights of the Round Table, but what is the Black Knight? "

"Sir Percy of Scandia was one of the bravest knights at King Arthur's court in the sixth century AD."

Garrett panted with pride, as if immersed in a medieval epic:

"Sir Percy has a dual identity. On the surface, he is a gentle and elegant nobleman, but secretly he holds an ebony sword forged by the mage Merlin, and wears a battle armor from Avalon. He punishes evil and promotes good!"

"Well, a medieval superhero."

Hearing "the ebony sword forged by Merlin", Oakes glanced at the damaged lance and shook his head:

"So, you're descended from that Sir Percy, though it looks like you didn't inherit the ebony sword—

Things created by Merlin will not be so simple. "

"Cough cough cough...that's right, I failed."

Garrett coughed violently, his voice bitter and remorseful:

"I am not qualified, not recognized by Ebony Sword, that is, not recognized by my ancestor Sir Percy...

So I'm still just an ordinary person, without the magic power given by the ebony sword...

But I am not reconciled! "

Garrett struggled to raise his head, frenzy flashed in his eyes as he stared at Oakes:

"Avalon, the mysterious druid holy land, the last burial place of King Arthur...

Merlin knows there, and the black knight armor comes from there, so, there is my last hope! "