Lost Narrative Poetry

Amid roars full of pain and resentment, the black dragon with broken wings fell heavily from the sky.

The huge dragon body was as if a mountain had hit the ground heavily. The unimaginable density and mass naturally represented an extremely heavy tonnage. The entire island was obviously shaken, and densely packed huge cracks were smashed by it. Starting from the center point of the fall, it suddenly expanded to the surrounding areas and spread rapidly.

The huge movement of the earth shaking the mountains did not affect the actions of others at all. Even Chaldea's group did not take advantage of this opportunity. They went up to seize the time to output something... because there was no need for it, and there was already another one. A huge beam of light fell vertically from the sky.

That's the reflection attack of the holy spear!

It was like a magic space-based cannon set up above the earth's orbit, aiming at the target on the ground from a distance, and then launched a brazen attack, and a dazzling huge light pillar fell from the sky! Even the interval from the last shot seems to be less than three seconds of cooling and charging time...

If this is really about cooling down and charging, and not the result of the Lion King deciding to hit the last hit after observing the results of the battle.

Rumble——! !

Amidst the deafening noise, the white light released by the magic overflowed and then dispersed! The strange evil dragon just got up on all fours and was hit by a beam of light in an instant. A large amount of blood burst out from its huge body!

The severe pain prompted it to roar even more violently and angrily, full of pain. The long snake neck was raised high, the huge ferocious head roared toward the sky, and its evil eyes were filled with terrible bloodthirsty and rage!

Even in the face of such a desperate situation and such injuries, its response is still very simple and direct. Instead of choosing to compromise, it chooses to exude god-like anger and turn everything into ashes!

Its scales and carapace were all dyed red with blood, and its whole body began to emit a red that was more vivid than the burning flames. The scorching crimson dragon blood was like hot magma, and the intact dragon wing seemed to have transformed into The elemental form of fire is like the red lotus wings that sparkle with the pulse of the earth...

In just an instant, this evil dragon has turned into the incarnation of the tribulation fire burning in the hell flames. The anger of the sky seems to shake the earth, and even the sky is burned by it!

"..."

"..."

There was a slight moment of silence, and then the majestic white light burst like a heavy rain, falling continuously from the sky!

Facing this unruly and unruly evil dragon, the more painful and embarrassing it is, and the more desperate it is, the more furious and ferocious the evil dragon becomes. However, the response chosen by the Lion King is simpler - you are Dragon, I am more dragon than you! If you are not convinced, continue beating until you are completely convinced or until you die completely!

The snake's neck that had just been raised high was hit hard by the light beam that fell accurately and straight. It was smashed at a weird angle, and the huge dragon head hit the ground heavily!

The light beams that followed were still falling mercilessly one after another. Not only did they penetrate the air around the evil dragon that was distorted by the unknown high heat, they looked like a huge iron hammer being waved by the invisible giant's hand. Like iron being struck on a stove, it hit the dragon's body heavily one after another.

Moreover, the wind pressure brought by it was like a huge sharp blade, splitting the dark clouds in the sky and the burning flames on the ground straight and neatly into two.

"..."

"..."

Da Vinci's eyes in the distance couldn't help but twitch slightly, and the expressions of others also became a little unnatural. Even Scathach's expression looked a little solemn at the moment.

Each luminous pillar falls, which is equivalent to a full blow of the A-level Noble Phantasm Liberating the True Name. At this moment, it is bombarded with a high frequency of one shot per second. The Lion King has not even appeared yet, and seems to be in the extreme. Using the power of the reflection of the holy spear to project a beam of light in the distance, carrying out precise and fatal long-range strikes...

Do you want this luxury? Does magic cost money?

boom! boom! boom!

The earth is shaking violently. If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that an area with a diameter of several hundred meters centered on the black dragon is slowly sinking like nails wedged into wood by a hammer, and the cracks spreading rapidly are like The spider webs continued to spread in all directions, and in some directions extended to the edge of the island's coastline, with seawater pouring in.

Not long after, when all the commotion subsided, the evil dragon had made no sound.

Everyone looked closely and found that less than half of its huge body had been smashed into the ground, and its other giant wing had also been torn apart. Its two thick forelimbs were also bent at a weird angle, and thick white bones protruded from the fracture. That's because when the anger reaches its peak, the redness all over the body has faded away...

There are only two taboo black horns left, and the head has been severely deformed... It seems that he has exceeded his limit due to extreme anger, but nothing can be changed. The result of the transformation is that there is no invincibility and time-stop special effects. It was directly hammered to pieces.

However, the evil dragon still seemed to be breathing quite weakly, and its chest was still rising and falling slightly. Even though it was so tragic, its life was not endangered. This is the most terrifying thing.

"..."

"..."

The world seemed to quiet down all of a sudden, leaving only the sound of burning flames, the boiling sea, and the untimely howling of the wind.

Coming? After Black Dragon, it will be his turn to wait for others, right?

Everyone on the Chaldean side held their breath subconsciously, and looked up at the direction of the sky with great vigilance. Their hearts were filled with a strong alertness and an indescribable sense of frustration. They had just thought that the Lion King was going to Came on stage and was fully prepared.

But it seems that the other party does not need to be present in person at all, but launches a holy strike from a very far distance to wipe out all of them...

How frustrating is this? ! Unfortunately, they are unable to do anything about it. They can only feel the strong sense of being locked in, waiting for the next holy bat that will arrive at any time.

In this way, with everyone on alert, even though time passed by minute by second, the expected attack never came.

Just when they were feeling strange, a strange yet familiar voice suddenly sounded in the field, with a hint of calmness, as if he was reciting some lines——

"I really didn't expect that I would be able to see you again... Gao Wenqing, Lancelot, Tristan..."

——"Strange" refers to the unfamiliarity of Leonardo da Vinci, Matthew and others. They have never heard this voice before, and they do not know the owner of this voice;

——"Familiarity" means familiarity with the Knights of the Round Table who were just named, because this voice is absolutely unforgettable to them.

"This! This is..."

"how?!"

Their bodies all shook, and their expressions suddenly changed in astonishment. From looking up at the sky, they suddenly looked down in the direction of the black dragon before. The force and speed were so great that it really made people worry whether they would cut their necks. Broken bones.

The effect was also remarkable. The Knights of the Round Table all discovered that at some point, a figure of a young girl standing quietly appeared next to the huge dragon body with weak breathing.

Is this a phantom? The Knights of the Round Table had this thought subconsciously popping up in their minds at this moment.

It seems that it is really just a phantom. Although the figure of the beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes is very delicate, there are magic particles flying everywhere on the edges of the body outline. Even as long as a gust of wind blows, it will spread like light waves, gently Ripples like water.

The girl who was obviously a projection looked around the crowd, and finally ignored the excited one-armed knight as if nothing had happened. Following the magician's script, she firmly controlled the expression on her face and just recited this sentence secretly in her heart. ——

"And Mr. Bedivere, long time no see."

However, it was precisely because of being ignored like this, as if he didn't know him at all, that Bedivere's eyes suddenly turned slightly red. He felt that it was because he did not return the holy sword.

It is probably true as Master Merlin said that the king picked up the holy spear and became an undead wandering on the earth. Camelot, which still stands in this era, is the result of the establishment of the king's obsession and instinct.

So no matter what, I must atone for my sins this time!

Compared to all the Knights of the Round Table who were instantly excited, Mordred, who was also not named, suddenly fell down and his expression became gloomy. She subconsciously clenched the hilt of the magic sword in her hand. The ugly blood stains on the sword that distorted the silver light gave off an ominous red aura.

--what is this?

——Everyone's name was called once, but he was ignored. Even... He didn't even look at himself... What on earth is this?

The rebellious knight didn't realize that Bedivere was treated in the same way, or if she found out, she couldn't think calmly. Anyway, she just felt that Arturia was deliberately targeting her.

"King...you, you are the Lion King of this singularity..." Gawain had calmed down a little at this moment, and asked in surprise, but it was obvious that even if he reacted, he still found it ridiculous.

"Yes, I am the Lion King." Artoria calmed down her mood, continued to maintain her expressionless look, and nodded.

After all, there was no point in not admitting it, and after thinking about it, she felt that the Master was right. The script was quite good. She knew what the magician meant. It seemed like it was just his bad taste, but it was actually very sharp. Hit the point directly——

These knights are all real knights, and Artoria has always been proud of them and proud of them until now.

This was a sincere thought. She never felt that they had done anything wrong. They had done nothing wrong. If there is really any responsibility, then that responsibility must fall on his own head... At least this is what the king who can always exist as an ideal firmly believes.