Comprehensive comic: People are in Xingyue, summoning Bai Qiandai at the beginning

Outside the Chalk City...

The knights of the Round Table riding white horses passed in front of Artoria.

Among these people, she saw many familiar figures.

Bedivere.

Percival.

Gareth.

There were also some knights who, although she didn't know them, exuded a powerful aura.

There are some Knights of the Round Table who are not even human, with the heads of orcs!

But...

These knights of the round table...

That sense of pride and honor from the inside out...

But it made Artoria recall the knights of the Round Table in the past.

She looked up at the Master's figure, but hallucinations suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The tall figure turned into his former self. only...

The king in front of him didn't have any sorrow on his face.

From beginning to end, he looked ahead with a smile.

Powerful, confident, and tall, his back is as majestic as a mountain!

Just looking at the king's heroic appearance, my heart is no longer confused!

The king's sword points to the heart of the knights!

"Master..."

"Lostbelt [Arthur]】"

Arturia said in amazement.

The daily routine of getting along with the Master appeared in her mind.

This gentle Master does not have the airs of a king.

He is smooth and wise, doting on everyone he cares about.

But who would have thought...100

Such a Master could actually be the king of the [Lost Belt]!

Sudden...

"hold head high——！！！"

The passionate roar of the dragon sounded from the sky.

The lost Arturia woke up from her confusion again.

It looks like a supersonic fighter jet, a black dragon full of futuristic science fiction.

From the cracks in the collapsing space, he descended onto the battlefield!

This terrifying giant dragon exudes the aura of 4.6 billion years ago!

She is a fantasy species standing at the top, the last pure-blooded dragon!

Crowned Dragon!

Albion!

The dragon's power spreading from her body swept across the entire battlefield!

"Moo——！"

The two bulls pulling the divine wheels sat slumped on the ground with weak legs!

The battle has not yet begun, but the Conqueror King's mount has lost its fighting power!

However...

Zhao Ziqing's camp was not affected in any way! everything... just a beginning...

The ground began to tremble violently, and an ominous aura spread to the entire battlefield! now...

The conquering king's side...

Some soldiers (cieg) suddenly covered their necks in pain and fell to the ground with ferocious expressions!

They spit out dark blood, like black mud, exuding purple poisonous mist!

Plop!

Plop!

More and more Roman soldiers fell to the ground in pain.

A complete Roman phalanx, like dominoes!

The fallen warrior turned into light and dissipated, returning to the Throne of Heroes!

In an instant, there were less than a few thousand soldiers left!

The king's army of tens of thousands was actually defeated like this!

"Be careful of poisonous fog!"

"Cover your mouth and nose!"

The conquering king came back to his senses, his expression was shocked and angry, and he quickly issued an order!

But he might never have thought of it....

This is not poison, but a curse from God... at this time...

A white furry head hundreds of meters tall with two huge antlers poked out from the chalk city!

God of beasts!

Cornunnos!

Also known as: The Horned One!

It’s a world-destroying disaster!

Even Zhao Ziqing didn't expect that he could summon [him]! only...

This [God of Beasts] acted as if he was observing in secret!

She didn't arrive at the battlefield, she just hid in the city and observed something! even...

When I noticed His Majesty the Late King’s gaze,...

She even pulled her head back feeling guilty....(To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It seems as if he is worried that his appearance will be recognized by His Majesty the Late King.

"It's amazing..."

"The King of the Lost Belt..."

"Have you summoned even the Crowned Dragon and the Gods?..."

The conquering king looked at the king in front of him with trembling eyes and sighed in horror.

The might of the crowned dragon deprived his side of his mounts and war horses.

The curse from the gods reduced seven-tenths of the conquering king's legions. now...

The remaining several thousand infantry have to face an equal number of armored cavalry!

If the opponent launches a group charge, your own military formation can be defeated!

This war is meaningless...

But...

Surrendering to the enemy is not the style of a conquering king

"The enemy is King Arthur from the Lost Belt!"[]

"Qualified enough to be our opponent!"

"Warriors!"

"To the King of the Lostbelt!"

"To the original crowned dragon!"

"Let's show our dominance to the legendary gods!"

The conquering king raised the dagger in his hand and made the final declaration!

Then...

He jumped off his mount and took the lead in charging.

Since [Divine Power Wheel] has lost its combat power.

As a [Cavalry], he will fight on foot!

With the remaining warriors, go to the King of the Lost Belt!

Launch the final charge and demonstrate human consciousness!

Watching the king's figure.

Those Roman warriors followed closely behind!

Thousands of infantrymen, overwhelmed by the crowd, launched a charge towards the cavalry!

Everyone knows that this is stupid behavior and cannot be won! but...

Lost the mobile mount...

Bearing the curse of God...

Their lives are passing by little by little!

This charge is their final counterattack!

"For the king!"

"Rush!"

Thousands of Roman soldiers roared and charged towards the enemy!

In the process, some people could not bear the curse of God!

They vomited out black blood in pain and fell on the charging road unwillingly!

Although they were heroic spirits, they were carrying heavy burdens. Yes, the curse of the gods!

At this time... the other party...

Watch the conquering king, leading his soldiers, launch a brutal charge!

Zhao Ziqing sighed sadly, he already understood his opponent's consciousness!

"Knights of the Round Table!"

"charge!"

Zhao Ziqing waved his hand and issued the order majestically.

He even took the lead and rushed towards the enemy's camp!

"For my king!"

The Knights of the Round Table raised their knightly spears and followed the king's figure!

Thousands of war horses trampled the earth, sweeping up a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun!

This scene...

Let everyone watching the battle close their eyes one after another...

The outcome of the battle is no longer in doubt.......