Merlin pulled the sword from his staff and then jumped down from the city wall. Accompanied by flower petals, he landed steadily on the ground without a trace of shaking. Such skill and posture would be enough to crush most of the knights.
"Then let me, the Flower Magician, experience the fighting power of these alien races!"
Merlin raised the sword in his hand. The blade flashed coldly under the night sky before dawn. The sword light was hidden in the dark, but Merlin's eyes gradually grew cold. Anyway, there was no one else here, so it was fine for him to shed all disguise as a human!
However, just as Merlin prepared for battle, a trail of dust appeared behind the approaching alien knights and swirled into the sky, as if something was coming at an alarming speed.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! We don't know how to brake!"
Melusine held up the shield made by Aslan and looked at the knights blocking the way. She curled her lips in disdain. Judging by their clothes, these knights were outsiders. In that case, they were beyond the maximum range of gentleness Aslan mentioned, so it was no problem to just rush over and knock them down.
Melusine's special attack — shield charge!
Ah——!
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"What happened?!"
The leader running at the front turned his head to look behind him and saw the last soldiers of his team being blown into the sky one by one, at short intervals like the beating of gongs and drums — one after another, his companions became "angels," including the horses beneath them.
Before the leader could react, he saw two people following him being knocked away. Then a huge shield appeared in his sight, heading straight for his face. With pain spreading across his face, he vaguely saw himself flying...
The leader knew nothing after that. The force of the shield's blow was enough to knock him unconscious. Yet falling from such a height, even if he survived, his bones would likely shatter.
As the team leader, his subconscious last thought was: These despicable locals actually have such a secret weapon never revealed before!
Merlin heard a sonic boom, followed by a strong wind that blew his hair back. Then, accompanied by a loud bang, the shield, carried by inertia, smashed heavily against the pure white wall, leaving a deep mark. This was the first time anyone had left a mark on this wall.
Merlin thought without a doubt: if this shield had fixed him in front of him and then collided with the wall, he might really have become Merlin. It was a close call. It seemed the attack wasn't aimed at him. I was really scared to death. So who is the next batch of people who came here?
Merlin looked at the soldiers fallen to the ground, scratched his head embarrassedly, and looked straight ahead. At first glance, he thought Altria had come back to settle the score after being carried like a princess by the other Knights of the Round Table. Looking more closely, he realized it was Aslan. Yet the power emitted by the sword at his waist was no weaker than the Sword of Victory of the Contract.
Even the scabbard...
Why does the scabbard look so familiar?
Isn't that scabbard the Distant Utopia?!
Merlin finally realized why he always felt his king was missing something before the expedition. It turned out his child had lost the most important thing that could make the king truly invincible — the Distant Utopia! Without this sustaining artifact, is it really okay for his king?!
Merlin, who had always been very calm, was momentarily panicked. This joke was too big.
"Merlin! Where's Altria?!"
Aslan's voice woke Merlin from his shock. Merlin then realized this was not the time to stand around doing nothing. Since Aslan rushed here in such a hurry, it meant he wanted to help with this matter. In that case, Merlin shouldn't hide Altria's whereabouts now.
"King... Altria has already led the Knights of the Round Table into Vortigern's territory!"
Tsk!
This was the most troublesome situation.
"Don't tell me Altria has been gone for more than a day or two."
After hearing Aslan's words, Merlin smiled bitterly. It was troublesome because Altria had indeed been gone for more than a day or two.
"Merlin, I'll be back to bother you about the Golden Sword of Victory!"
After glaring fiercely at Merlin, Aslan patted his dragon on the shoulder. How could riding a horse be faster than his own dragon? Every minute and every second was crucial. Aslan knew how strong his old father was — he was not someone easily defeated.
All the way to the border of his father's territory, many casualties had occurred — both among Altria's knights and the warriors on his cheap father's side. Although the entire battlefield was in Aslan's territory, it seemed rather small, and the population of this island wasn't large. If a war involving hundreds of thousands broke out, this island might lose its future.
The one managing and commanding here was Kay, a Knight of the Round Table. As someone whose combat power was not at the forefront among the Knights, he was most suited to stabilizing morale in the rear and deploying tactics according to the opponent's actions.
This war was not going smoothly. Compared with previous crushing victories, this battle was full of ups and downs. Originally, their situation was just like before, without problems — but one day, a black fog began spreading throughout Vortigern's territory.
Those foreign soldiers were fine. Born on the island and loyal to Vortigern, after absorbing the black fog, their physical fitness and strength improved visibly.
After that, the battle stalemated. If it continued like this, it would only cause more unnecessary casualties. Kay was very worried. What should they do next? In fact, the Knights of the Round Table at the front line had become frequent visitors to the battlefield.
This day was yet another day of stalemate. Looking at the battlefield in front of him, Kay sighed — but soon another movement attracted his attention. In another place, a golden light shot into the sky.