Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Oh, by the way, thanks also to those English sergeants who fell under his sword, thanks to those robbers, thanks to those Burgundians, and thanks to those noble knights.

Ordinary people may regard them as NPCs, as monsters refreshed in the dungeon. After all, they are not real people, no matter how lifelike they are—but as long as they exit the dungeon and re-enter, these dead warriors will still stand there , will continue to say the words repeated many times, and will continue to charge towards the player.

Everything is fake, everything is illusory, as a player, you just need to enjoy the game, right?

But Dupin still had to thank them.

It was only because it was these enemies, it was these opponents, it was their death again and again, and their resurrection again and again, that gave him a further opportunity, and gave him the current unparalleled martial arts.

He couldn't just see these opponents as ordinary npcs, just because this gift was too precious to him.

Of course, in addition to this, he also has an object to thank.

"Thank you Songjiang Meilin Luncheon Meat Co., Ltd. for making such a wonderful game for us..."

When he raised his head again, there was no more confusion in Du Bin's eyes.

"kill!"

hum-

The 88 catties broadsword swung into a circle of light in his palm. Such a heavy weapon had long been out of the scope of a weapon. Such a heavy broadsword was no longer usable by humans, and its heavy slashing was already too powerful for the human body.

But this time, Da Dao, who shouldn't exist in the world, also met an opponent who shouldn't exist in the world.

This big knife named Yanyue Qinglong is facing a real dragon at this moment!

"Roar!!!"

The first thing that hit was the blazing dragon's roar. The blazing sonic boom tore the eardrums of everyone present, and the violent vibration even scattered a large number of corpses, and its power was no less than that of a catapult or even a stone-shooting cannon. !

The scattered limbs and broken arms turned into the deadliest weapon at this moment.

But these deadly weapons with heavy momentum were cut open by even heavier swords.

It's not so much a broadsword as it is an axe. The thick blade easily split the flying corpses like chopping wood, and the person holding the broadsword even strode forward!

forward!forward!

At this moment, Du Bin only had this thought in his mind. Only by continuing to move forward can he enter the effective attack range of the broadsword. Today he wants to see if this crescent moon green dragon can kill the real dragon!

However, just as he took a step forward, what hit him head-on was overwhelming flames.

"flood--"

The pitch-black dragon spit out blazing flames, which is engraved in the memory of every giant dragon—even though Artoria herself is not a real dragon, but under extreme resentment, this Xiang instinct has long been self-taught.

The flowing flames are her anger, she has nothing left, she just wants to burn everything in front of her eyes!

"Burn you to death!"

The pitch-black dragon named Artoria waved its wings, and poured all its anger on the foreign devil in front of him. The blood-flowing land had dried up under the scorching flames, and even the corpses everywhere It has been burned to ashes, but she has not stopped, just because all this is not enough!

Not enough, not enough, she wants to burn more, she wants to burn that foreign devil to ashes!

"flood--"

The huge wings covering the sky and the sun waved the storm, which made the flames more intense. With Artoria's flight, a dark road was actually plowed out on the ground under her feet!

And on this road full of ashes, there is no trace of the foreign devil anymore.

"what……"

Artoria, who was flying in the air, lowered her head, staring blankly at the fly ash all over the ground.

ended.

everything is over.

Obviously she should be happy, and she should be relieved that she has got her revenge, but at this moment, she can't feel the joy of winning at all, and what lingers in her heart is only endless confusion.

Yes, the great revenge has been avenged, the devil in the foreign land finally died, she finally won the victory, and finally completed the revenge for the knights of the round table...

But then what?

Then what should she do?What is she going to do?The great vengeance has been avenged, and her long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, so what will she do next?Or in other words, what is the meaning of her next existence?

Rebuild the Knights of the Round Table?Back to England?To regain power and become the King of Knights?

What's the point of rebuilding the Knights of the Round Table?What's the point of returning to England?Even if she can regain power and become the King of Knights, so what?

Just because of her current posture?Just relying on her current appearance?

"Ah, ahh..."

The magic dragon named Artoria opened its mouth, but couldn't say anything.

In order to defeat the devil in a foreign land, she gave her everything in exchange for this incomparable power... But what happened after she gave everything?

In addition to strength, how much of her now belongs to her?

"pity……"

A deep sigh lingered above the ground.

Yes, what a pity, she only saw the power in front of her eyes, but ignored everything behind this power...

"Unfortunately, you are no different from just now."

"Varied……"

Hearing the familiar voice, Artoria turned her head abruptly.

But she found that the foreign devil who should have been burned to ashes just now had stood on her back at some point!

Four eyes facing each other.

Arturia saw those dark eyes for the first time.

Those eyes, which were originally burning with fighting spirit, had lost their light at some point.

"You still have confusion in your eyes."

Saying so, the heavy sword was raised high.

"You can't beat me like this."

hum-

The falling speed of the heavy sword was not fast, but Artoria was almost suffocated at this moment—it was only because she, who had experienced many battles, noticed it almost immediately, and she couldn't avoid this knife!

It was precisely because of the slow falling speed that this knife sealed all her dodging space. No matter how she dodged and evaded, the incoming blades would definitely strike her first!

However, even if it is inevitable, avoid it.

Just because she didn't want to die here just yet.

Especially dying at the hands of the devil in this foreign land!

"Drink ah ah ah ah!!"

Arturia in mid-air exhausted her quickest reflexes, and the huge dragon body turned around in the air—but the figure of the foreign devil was one step faster than her, and had already jumped high when she turned over!

"kill!"

puff-

The heavy sword slashed viciously at the dark dragon's shoulder, and the thick, giant axe-like blade shattered the hard dragon scales with just one blow—it was more like smashing than chopping. He was smashed through by this knife on the spot!

"Come on! Go on! Show your courage! Show your courage!"

Dubin stepped on the dragon's body in mid-air, and fell into the air together with the dragon!

"What are your eyes! What are your tears! Let me see your martial arts! Let me see how you live!"

"I……"

The magic dragon named Artoria wanted to say something, but the wind pressure blocked her words in her throat.

Yes, what is her look?What are her tears?And what was her so-called confusion?

To kill this stranger, or to die in battle, isn't that what she once wanted?

But why, at this moment, when she was about to die in battle, she still struggled and felt unwilling?

"hold head high--"

Looking into the eyes of the foreign devil, the dark dragon roared to the sky.

Why, why, why with such power, she still couldn't kill this foreign devil?

Why, why can't there be even a little bit of confusion in the eyes of this foreign devil in front of him?

That's right, she has seen this familiar firm look before, she has seen it in Dagnet's eyes, she has seen it in Eckert's eyes, in Percival's eyes, in Ranmaloch's eyes... From Bedivere to Gachris, from Lancelot to Gawain, the knights who followed her all had such firm and unwavering gazes in their eyes.

Then, as their leader, as their king, why is she confused?

That's right, as a king, she doesn't need to be confused.

What was lost was only herself.

"hold head high!!!"

At this moment, the dark dragon spread its wings and flew high.

"You wait for me!"

A dragon named Artoria soars in the sky.

"I will definitely kill you next time!"

"next time?"

Dubin, who turned over from mid-air and landed on the ground, sneered.

"Why don't you do it this time, or this time... hmm?"

Just when Dubin was trying to taunt and pull the dragon back to the ground, he suddenly saw a thin piece of paper falling from the air.

The probe took the paper, and Dubin saw a row of familiar handwriting, from Dagnet to Eckert, from Gawain to Lancelot... some signed their names, and some simply put a red fingerprints.

But under this row of words, there is a line of fresh handwriting, which is being written there.

【Artoria Pan Dragon】

Looking at that line of beautiful cursive characters, Du Bin put away his sneer.

And when he raised his head again and looked at the magic dragon flying into the distance, he couldn't help showing a little more respect in his eyes.