The survivors of the cataclysm crawled out of the ruins, looking at the monster with terror.
On the grey-white scale armor, a black aura of death now emanated, clearly noontime yet covered in shadows, transforming into a magical creature ravaging everything.
The chilling sensation, as if plunging into an ice cave, made the Purification Knight and the Round Table Knights tremble inside, reluctantly uttering an answer.
Vortigern—the ignoble king!
The embodiment of Britain's calamity!
Facing the formidable foe that had appeared, Gao Wen's heart surged with battle intent.
Come on, let me see what you're capable of, you bastard!
With the Holy Sword Cavendish raised high above his head, he unleashed the Sun's divine authority and brilliance to the fullest.
"Roar!"
The giant dragon roared, the black mist around it violently churning, red and black sinister patterns lit up on the scales, and a massive magic light pattern in the air formed an inverted ring array.
