Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 126 I Never Blame You
Thousands of shattered flesh and blood splashed out from Asmodeus' body. The lava-like mixture of flesh and blood exuded a pungent stench and scalding heat. That huge body was like a crater erupting with flowing magma.

Although the black aurora sword with two to three points of strength when holding the king tool failed to kill the huge demon in one blow, the tragic wounds that almost cut his body in half also showed the turbulence of the blow.

The wriggling and filthy things are rapidly being glued together and reshaped. There are no internal organs in the demon's body, and they from the lower planes cannot use normal human cognition to judge.

It was too late to marvel at his tenacious and tenacious life. After swinging this blow, Ron, who was carrying a huge sword, rubbed his body, and the five star magic patterns were simultaneously activated by the huge magic power provided by the phoenix.

Ron, whose strength, agility, physical strength, defensive power, and destructive power have simultaneously broken through the limit threshold, moved forward with a speed faster than the flickering movement of the old knight when he appeared on the stage.

The solidified lava under his feet was trampled to pieces in an instant. A mouthful of red dragon's breath hotter than the lava evaporated the water vapor in the air, and the dragon's breath transformed into magic power completely covered the demon's body like a wave. The black rock piece in his hand was also stained by the dragon's breath, and the Manyan Great Sword, which had been turned into a temporary treasure, was also stained with the destructive power of the scarlet dragon at this moment!
The heavy blunt slash landed on the head of the huge thing with black smoke rising from the roar of the knight's advance, and the demon's ferocious corner bent downwards visible to the naked eye, and there was a piercing twist stretched to the limit. The sound stopped in response.

The head that radiated the stench slammed downward, and the cross that bound him made a shocking muffled sound. At this moment, the alchemy chains burst into a dazzling blue light, and the shackles that imprisoned this demon for eternity were tightening. The evil magic power that was about to erupt was imprisoned abruptly again.

In the roar full of venom and malice, the heavy giant sword slashed down again along the huge scar left by the black Aurora sword with a blunt blade, and the wound that had just begun to heal cracked for the second time. The terrifying giant blade forged from killing countless demons has devastating power against these hell crawlers.

Although the eternally deformed replica made of the Sorcerer's Stone as the base material failed to be entangled with the terrifying killing intent like solid black smoke, the special ability to slay demons was 100% restored and reproduced.

This is a demon hunting blade that can bring him more serious damage and torture than the blade forged by the elves. It is the enemy of the abyss forged in endless slaughter-the giant sword of the rebel, the great sword of the smoke!

How could Asmodeus, who had just gained a sliver of freedom to stretch his body from the shackles left by Merlin and suffered such a severe blow, spare this small and despicable bug, although he lost his immortality after losing the divine umbilical cord However, with the shattered divine umbilical cord, the demons exchanged for the ultimate protection that can be called the enemy of wizards. This is the most powerful shield they have sworn to shatter the world.

Any magic that has changed its nature, that is, any form of magic that is used to drive magic will find serious weakening in them!

The white-robed old man standing behind Ron has never been a qualified spectator, especially when facing such an ugly enemy, Dumbledore waved the elder wand in his hand without any hesitation. The power that the Strong Staff can erupt in the hands of this top wizard is absolutely unimaginable.

Although magic is invisible, the terrifying power of this spell can be faintly seen in the mighty torrent of magic power.

Numerous cracks began to pervade the demon's body. Under the influence of the spell, his body seemed to be mottled and broken like a rock, but the only response to the old man was the disdainful ridicule of the dark eyes. The precipitous decline, the cracks and wounds caused before healed instantly as if time was reversed. The only wounds on Asmodeus's body were the corners that were broken by the blunt sword and the one that cut him open. lightsaber cut marks.

But before the disdainful sarcasm dissipated, Dumbledore, who held his wand horizontally, pointed the tip of the wand at the corner of Asmodeus' grinning mouth with cold eyes.

The white robe on his body was blown up and fluttered in an instant, his long pale hair fluttered without wind, and the torrent of magic power that condensed into a sharp gun was continuously compressed and accumulated in the most brutal and arrogant way in a way that he would never use in normal times. After reaching the limit of energy storage, everything blocked in front of him was shaken away, and even Ron, who had not had time to change his moves after swiping his sword, was within the range of being repulsed.

The tooth-piercing sound of crushing and grinding became the only melody at this moment. The sharp gun that turned into a heavy hammer hit the giant mouth filled with stench, and the demon lord who was torn off by rotation and crushed his entire face became Not even a wail was heard, and he was tightly bound to the cross, and the power he could really use was only an insignificant fraction.

"Bang~"

A loud cracking sound echoed in the blazing lava hell like a furnace, and the whirling alchemy bullet sank into the bloated body, enough to knock the alchemy puppet out of the hollow and leave behind him the alchemy bullet that shattered the hole. The squirming flesh and blood failed to show the expected huge destructive power. The alchemy bullet that only hit a small pit the size of a fist was melted by the hot flesh and blood after exhausting all the magic power.

Ron, who adjusted his posture in mid-air, was not discouraged. This was an attempt. The thick barrel of the alchemy revolver, which was far beyond ordinary revolvers, burst out with a blue cold light again, and the words engraved in the barrel of the gun were exquisitely crafted. The alchemy array is shining, and the magic bullets made of condensed magic power are the bullets selected for the design of this gun.

The expensive alchemy bullets are definitely not something that Ron can afford. He is not Nicolas May, he does not have inexhaustible gold Galleons, nor does he have the world's top alchemy.

All he has is a flow rate of magic power far exceeding that of ordinary people, and the ability to continuously recover, which allows him to have an almost endless reserve of magic power. Although the current spring can only flow out a trickle, there is still a future to look forward to.

The magic bullets that others need to condense for a long time to form are condensed in the magazine at a rate of six rounds per second. At the price of nirvana in Fox, all the magic power is poured into Ron's body, and the phoenix fire that burns all filth is used to dispel the temptation to lure After the fallen demon whispered, at least at this time, Ron had an almost inexhaustible huge reserve of magic power.

The blue rays of light jetting out from the gun barrel formed a line, and the sharp whistling replaced the dull roar before. The alchemy array running at the limit speed turned the silver-white gun body into a red hot one.

The alchemy revolver, which was also turned into a temporary treasure, poured out a rain of bullets without the slightest delay. Asmodeus, who was being crushed by Dumbledore's magic grinding disc, was pierced with dense pits that were difficult to heal. This bloated body Under the forceful suppression of both sides, his body began to thin out visible to the naked eye, and the blue alchemy chains that had been deeply trapped in his muscular body gradually surfaced.

With his limbs and head locked, and his shoulders, waist and hips pierced through, he seemed to be reenacting the cruel but absolutely humane research done on him by the legendary alchemist of the Silver Age thousands of years ago.

When meeting the sworn enemy, there is nothing to do with benevolence, justice and morality, or the bottom line of action.

But after all, Asmodeus, who is a demon lord, is still not that puppet who can be slaughtered.

The alchemy chain that was almost fused with his body was a shackle that he still couldn't break free. The legendary alchemist counted all the possibilities. Although the demons took this opportunity to steal new powers after being broken the divine umbilical cord, The chains that change along with it are the absolute seals that have imprisoned Asmodeus so far.

But compared to before, after possessing absolute magic resistance, the seal of this chain has also lost its tightness before. Although the devil cannot leave here, and even the power cannot be transmitted too far, it does not mean that he is the same as before. power cannot be used.

Merlin's seal to block the demon's overflowing power has been released. Even if the demon's power still cannot stay away from this place, Asmodeus can still spread the power from the abyss in this space that seals him. fear.

The splashed lava blood spilled out a disgusting stench, and the vicious flower of darkness bloomed instantly at this moment, and the torrent of magic power crushed by Dumbledore stagnated, and the pouring rain of bullets was also at this moment Frustrated.

The magic power from the abyss erupted suddenly, and Asmodeus erupted a violent impact mixed with black lightning. A pitch-black palm rose from the uneven lava ground. The breath of the abyss eroded the heavy armor condensed by the dragon's scales until it sizzled.

The white-haired old man is nothing to worry about. Although the magic torrent also hurt him, the reptile that can cut out the black aurora sword is the real enemy that needs to be vigilant.

A curtain of sword light as clear as water flowed, and the old knight held the long sword in his hand and cut through the fence set by the giant hand in an instant, and the giant sword entangled in the crimson breath also shattered along the crack opened by the old knight. Breaking free from the shackles of the cage, the knight in heavy armor stepped out before the giant hand closed.

And the giant hand holding the void did not dissipate, and he turned into an ugly demon exactly like Asmodeus in the continuous deformation and distortion.

The black and red cloak that seemed to be soaked in blood hung down his back in tatters. A heavy giant ax that was about the same height as him had the same color as the semi-solidified magma. The ugly and ferocious faces of devils were on the axe. The body was looming, and the head-splitting scream tormented the nerves of everyone present.

"Unwilling to be a target, want to make gestures?"

"Interesting, wish every demon was as smart as you."

Wielding a heavy weapon as heavy as the giant axe, two figures, one tall and one short, sprinting with heavy equipment collided without fancy. The dragon scale armor provided Ron with a solid defense, and the giant dragon The power makes him have the violent power to compete with this demon incarnation. Even better!
The blunt-edged giant sword knocked away the downward slash of the giant axe, and then stood still, the blunt blade drew a semicircle on the ground, and the blow from bottom to top lifted the heavy and huge body while shaking the ax blade away. .

The huge sword that was held high in the trend erupted again with brilliant platinum brilliance.

'This battle is a one-on-one battle! '

The successive broken chains caused the platinum glow to burst into dazzling light.

The majestic holy sword shattered the devil's incarnation in an instant. In the furious roar of Asmodeus, the power he had accumulated was wiped out in an instant before even being able to exert its due effect, piercing through the pure white aurora of the incarnation The interlacing of the sword and the black Aurora sword left an X-shaped interlaced scar that almost divided his body into four.

"Are you really the king?"

The old knight's low sigh drifted into Ron's ears.

When he saw the platinum light shining with supreme majesty for the first time, he almost said out loud: This is the blood inheritance left by the king, but the darkness that appeared at the end swallowed up the light made the old knight fall into a trap. In the confusion of life.

Although he appeared thousands of years ago, as the last Knights of the Round Table, the old knight Bailey Ryder who sticks here, has remembered the great king's legacy in this long-standing knight order with the records handed down from generation to generation. Heroic figure.

That is the wise lord that he is willing to dedicate his life to follow. The king who has never been lonely is never a stupid person who does not understand people's hearts. In his eyes, it is to implement the spirit of chivalry. The flawless knight king is the eternity of Britain. King.

Just like what was said in the legend, the old man firmly believed that one day, the king he wanted to follow would return from the ideal land left behind and independent at a certain moment.

When Britain needed him most, the platinum sword that had sworn victory would smash all enemies in front of him, wipe out all evil, and rewrite the legend of the Eternal King in this world.

Only then can he lean on his sword and kneel down, and tell the king the guilt he has borne in front of the king, and ask for the forgiveness and pardon that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Only then can he obtain the salvation in his heart.

"Pendragon's surname has long since disappeared, and the king you mentioned is no longer in this world."

"I'm just Ron, I'm not the Knight King."

"The glory of Britain has long been a thing of the past, and these things have been turned into legends and written on paper."

"What are you waiting for, Bailey Ryder?"

Ron lowered his sword to the ground and spoke softly. He looked at the demon lord who was scarred but still unkilled and did not look away.

"The King of Knights never blamed him, but you"

Ron glanced sideways at the old knight.

"How long has it been since you came back to France?"

"Aside from raising the white flag, don't you French people steal your wife the most? What's wrong with this instinct? Think about why your king doesn't touch the queen?"

"He's a red dragon, the dragon slammed. You intend to make your king responsible for murdering the queen. Wouldn't it be good to let Guinevia live? Are you so happy to let her die?"

"Lancelot is a good man. The bad one is that idiot Mordred. The emperor is not in a hurry with the eunuchs. He is indeed the traitor who set off the rebellion in the end. This guy's alienation appeared early at that time."

"To defeat a wise and mighty king who has been recognized and respected by the people, apart from taking it by force directly is not advisable, this kind of indiscriminate strategy is quite effective."

"When your king is stigmatized, Britain, supported by him alone, is not far from collapse."

"Can you still hold your sword?"

Ron snarled at the old knight at this moment.

"Like a man!"

"You are, the last knight of the round table, please remember."

"This is the sword that declares victory."

The vast magic power instilled by Phoenix Fox is also gradually approaching exhaustion. This is the supreme holy sword customized for the knight king who is a red dragon. art.

"If you regard me as your king, then I will repeat what he said at that time here."

Staring blankly at the shining platinum old knight, he nodded blankly.

"I never blamed you, Lancelot."

The surface of the lake under the moon was full of ripples again, and the ripples created by the falling tears gently pushed away the seal covering the inscription on the sword body.

The words written by the elves flowed on the sword at this moment, and the overflowing clear lake light rippled a charming halo that made people ecstatic.

The indestructible lake light has let go of the chains that imprisoned him, and the clear brilliance rises inch by inch behind the platinum beam of light, just like when he followed Wang to fight the enemy.

The noble knight walking on the lake displayed a strength not inferior to that of the Knight King, but the clear and unrepentant lake light never crossed a step. flower.

"Excalibur!"

"Aroundight!"

The platinum light and the pure lake light blended and shone, and the ancient oath and the power of the elves merged into a dazzling brilliance.

The roar full of malice melted into this extremely powerful brilliant slash, and the chain that imprisoned the devil for thousands of years also collapsed at this moment. It has completed its final mission, the final mission of imprisoning the devil forever. .

The trembling earth cracked thousands of gaps, the roar and trembling from the ground cracked the earth and rocks, a torrent of magic power piercing through the sky tore apart everything that stood in its way, and tore a ridge on the dark curtain shrouded in night. A huge wound that has not healed for a long time.

Dozens of "popping" explosions sounded in this remote mountain with few traces of human habitation. The Aurors who were urgently awakened from their sleep received a first-level alert warning from the Ministry of Magic. They watched with pale faces. The terrifying cut marks that hadn't disappeared in the sky looked timidly at their boss who was also somewhat dull.

"Let Fudge immediately! Immediately! Now! Get the hell out of here!"

Scrimgeour snarled.

"This is no longer something an Auror can handle!"

"The highest level of recruitment order! Immediately! Immediately! Go!"

He kicked the ass of the man next to him, and sent him back to the Ministry of Magic immediately.

But what does all this have to do with the sleeping boy?

He was lying on the hard wooden bed and sleeping soundly, only a featherless and wrinkled bird was lying on his face, nodding its little head along with the purring sound.

　To be honest, plus the deleted 4K and a large section of modification, this chapter is almost [-] words
　　Still a little dissatisfied.
　　Calvin was in too much pain. He knew what to write in his mind, but he just couldn't put it together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)