Gawain raised the shield in his left hand and stood in front of his chest.

Surrounded by powerful enemies, there are five Inheritance Knights, plus Lancelot.

Such a lineup, in the absence of a fourth-order transcendent, is enough to sweep across the entire Europe.

But there was no tension on Gawain's face.

It's not that his strength is really strong enough to stand up to everyone present, it's Gawain's will and spirit that makes him not allow himself to bow his head in the face of any situation.

Because he is a Knight of Radiance.

Destined to shine like the sun.

He stretched out his right hand, and a hole was made in his palm, and red blood oozed from his palm, and at the same time, the sun in the sky seemed to be attracted and actively converged on Gawain's palm.

In an instant, a long sword shining with light appeared on Gawain's right hand.

The blood spreads out, forming special lines that wrap around the sword's body.

"Compared to your weapon, the so-called sword of the sun in Bedwell's hand is a stick."

As an opponent, Lancelot was also impressed by Gawain's demeanor at this time.

"Ranmarok, you three and Bowes go after the other two."

Lancelot commanded.

He turned his head to glance at Geraint, who was standing on the stone pillar, "Keep an eye on the changes in space at all times, don't let him find a chance to escape." ”

"Whatever happens, don't come close."

Having just made the decision, Lancelot is ready to send his arrows, if Gawain can't die here today, then everything for him will end here.

So he does not allow any possible failure.

To be honest, Lancelot didn't know Gawain's true strength, but as the only Knight of the Inheritance on his par.

Based on this alone, ordinary knights of the Round Table are in danger of dying at any time when facing Gawain.

Other circumstances are fine, but the Radiant Knight at noon doesn't even have a bottom in his heart.

But he still wanted to give it a try.

Try to see who is stronger between him and Gawain.

As the last shred of respect to kill this worthy opponent.

Ranmarok nodded, stared at Gawain in the field, and gave the others a look, and everyone slowly retreated until they were out of Gawain's attack range.

Then he discerned the direction and rushed in the direction where Roger and Arrahand had just left.

Four Legacy Knights should be enough to deal with the other two enemies.

From beginning to end, Gawain didn't make any moves, he just held his sword with his shield in his hand, and watched it all lightly, until Lancelot turned his gaze on him again.

"You're going to have a fair duel with me?"

Gawain glanced up at the sun hanging in the sky.

"It doesn't seem fair to you."

"But I want to give it a try, try to beat you in the strongest state!"

Lancelot's silver hair fluttered in the air, and although his words were soft, his face was full of pride.

He had awakened a rare dragonborn bloodline, even the lowest bloodline among them, but the nobility of dragons was innate.

Gawain shook his head.

"Lancelot, you've always been like this, more than 100 years and nothing has changed."

Reading the contempt in Gawain's eyes, this made the arrogant Lancelot unacceptable, and there was a soft sound in his body, Lancelot's figure was raised, and scales like ice crystals appeared on the surface of his skin.

A pair of transparent horns drilled out of the silver hair.

He raised his right hand alof, and at the same time, Geraint, who was standing in the distance, made the same move, and the two of them were in exactly the same rhythm.

There was a strange sound in the air, and when Lancelot's arm fell, there was already a wide sword made of ice crystals in his right hand.

The weapon was more than three times wider than a normal longsword, and Lancelot stood on his chest, half as wide as a door.

The tip of the blade was not symmetrical, and one side of it was condensed with thumb-sized ice crystals, which looked like dragon scales had been peeled off and draped over them.

It's called a sword, but it's more like a knife.

"Ready?"

Gawain retreated half a step back and shifted his center of gravity forward, and the moment he launched the attack, the gentleness on his face disappeared, and a furrowed evil aura surged from his body.

"Welcome the greatness of the light!"

A strange voice came from all directions around Lancelot, and Lancelot looked around, and six identical knights of Radiance surrounded him and attacked at the same time.

"Where the light shines, everything is nothing!"

【Radiance】

…………

Roger swallowed the pale blood into his body, his current strength was not as good as before, and after a period of research, he had found a way to temporarily contain the pale blood in his body.

After doing all this, he turned and fled without hesitation, and behind him came the roar of Arahand, followed by a powerful aura that exploded in midair.

Roger hurriedly turned around, and Arrahand had once again transformed into the strange form he had been in Crescent City.

It's just that compared to the hasty fusion that day, what broke out of Garahan's body at this time was the purest third-order peak strength!

No, even stronger.

Tong!

The air was compressed, Arahand's wings gathered together, the whole person was like a whirlwind, the tips of the wings were sharp awls, and an afterimage flashed in his eyes, and Arahan had appeared in front of him!

Roger didn't dodge like he did when he faced Ranmar Lock just now, his eyes flashed, and the ability of Quinn's magic seal was working to the extreme.

He knew that the situation between him and Arrahand was destined to be an unending situation, that he was an enemy that he could not get through, and that he had to find out the real gap between the two sides.

If even an ordinary shock from Arrahan could not withstand it, then the next battle would be impossible.

So he couldn't back the blow.

And it has to be blocked!!

The power was transmitted from the ground to the soles of his feet, and Roger twisted his waist to exert force, even if he didn't have a weapon in his hand, he was no longer the ordinary boy who came to the island in the first place.

His body is a weapon, and his arm is a blade!

【Qianjun】

Roger roared, the muscles on his body bulging, and instead of squeezing the energy from the pale blood, he relied entirely on his flesh strengthened after the dream trial.

Rumble!

The two figures collided together, and Arrahand pushed forward furiously, the ground flipped over, and Roger's body was pushed more than ten meters away, dragging a long trail on the ground.

But at this time, there was no decadence in Roger's eyes, only a burning desire to fight.

"You're just a little taller than you were a few months ago, haven't you changed anywhere else?"

Roger stared into Arrahand's eyes and said with a slight relief.

The mania and anger on Arrahand's face had long since vanished.

His hatred for Roger comes more from Roger's strength.

If Roger outgrew him and defeated him in a head-on battle, then Arrahand would have been more acceptable.

But Roger, when he was at his weakest, stole his most precious things in the most opportunistic way.

This kind of grievance, nest, gives him nowhere to vent.

But by this time, Arrahan had calmed down.

He was surprised to find that the little bug that seemed to be easily crushed to death if he was a little more serious a few months ago had grown incredibly to the point of being on an equal footing with him!

Roger let out a breath and grabbed one of Arrahand's wings with one hand.

"It doesn't look like you're getting weaker."

"It's that I'm getting stronger!"

"Isn't it a surprise?"

As he spoke, he threw a punch into Arrahand's face.