Douluo's holy sword

"It's been half a month..." Gawain said looking at the unchanged cave.

"Master, it took a bit long this time!"

"It's hard for us who watch the gate." Kai casually put the long sword aside, and said lazily.

"Are you dissatisfied? Kai?" Aggavan stood solemnly not far from the entrance of the cave, holding his long sword.

"Oh, I also want to go to the battlefield with Lancelot and the others!" Kai lamented.

"I'm afraid it's almost time." Gareth, who had been silent, said.

"Don't you feel it? The strength in our body is gradually filling up with time!"

"Especially in the past few days, I even feel that even if I release the treasure, the strength in my body can quickly recover without dissipating."

"The heart of the dragon?" Gawain sighed softly.

Just like the original King Arthur.

Known as the "Red Dragon of Britain", it is somewhat equivalent to a dragon species, possessing a real dragon heart.

How huge is a real giant dragon, and what kind of power does his heart, the source of his power, possess to provide such a powerful body with strength.

Not to mention, placing such a heart on a human who is many times smaller than the giant dragon.

Every beat can instantly fill the whole body with strength.

It only takes a moment to go from exhausted to overflowing.

Moreover, there is no cost, because this is just an ordinary beating of the heart.

For ordinary people, a treasure phantom that requires half of the power to be released once was not worth mentioning to King Arthur who possessed the "Dragon Heart" during his lifetime.

As long as he wants to, he can realize the burst of Noble Phantasm without any pressure.

On the battlefield, with such an ability, King Arthur is a well-deserved master of the battlefield.

You almost never have to worry about power drain.

If it weren't for the mental loss, they could almost become monsters similar to "perpetual motion machines".

This is exactly what Ye Yao is doing now.

As the level of life sublimates, the heart of the dragon becomes more consistent with the body.

Every beat of his heart will provide enough energy to restore every Knight of the Round Table!

If not, I'm afraid Lancelot and others who are in the battlefield and fighting fiercely can't support it until now?

"I have this feeling too." Gao Wen said.

"It feels like...Master may wake up at any time."

Because, in their ears, they could always vaguely hear the extremely heavy heartbeat.

It was still vague at first, but now, it is so clear.

You know, they are separated from Ye Yao by more than half a mountain!

Suddenly, at a certain moment, whether it was Gawain and the others who were waiting at the entrance of the cave, or Lancelot and the others who were fighting on the battlefield, they froze in place almost at the same time.

"This feeling..." Lancelot narrowly avoided an attack that was about to scratch his cheek, and then raised his hand with a sword to push back all enemies within a ten-meter radius.

Then, he raised his head and looked into the distance.

"Master..."

"Mr. Lancelot!" Bedivere quickly rushed to Lancelot's side from a distance.

After many days of fighting, despite his high strength, Bedivere's bright silver armor was inevitably stained with a lot of blood.

However, this did not appear to be embarrassing at all, but added a bit of iron-blooded vigor.

"Did you feel it too?" Bedivere looked a little excited.

Lancelot nodded slightly towards Tristan, who was constantly plucking the bowstring in the distance to block all the enemies around them, and then looked at Bedivere.

"Well, it can't be wrong..." Lancelot's free left hand touched his chest.

He could feel, within his own body, the source of his body's strength, the powerful force constantly surging.

He felt that even if he issued the Noble Phantasm even now, he could guarantee that his body would not dissipate.

"Master, he's awake!"

And in the depths of the deep cave, in the darkness, a soft golden light continued to spread.

It was a golden cocoon of light.

The light flickers on and off, as if breathing.

There was an increasingly heavier and longer heartbeat sound coming from inside.

Finally, both the light and the sound seemed to have reached a critical point.

So, it cracked.

It was soft, as if the purest light under the sky was blooming from it, and at the same time, it also exuded a strange fragrance.

Immediately, a coercion like a nine-day emperor descended on Yan.

Majestic, noble, inviolable...

As if the king is visiting the world, he wanders wantonly for a long time.

Then, a slender arm stretched out from the shattered light cocoon.

As if carefully carved by the most perfect sculptor in the world, the arm full of masculine charm rests on the light cocoon.

A figure sat up.

"It's been a long time since I slept so comfortably!" said the quiet voice with a bit of laziness just waking up.

Stretching greatly, the man stood up.

"It seems that I succeeded." Closing his eyes, he quietly felt the surge of power in his body.

Now, even if he is less possessed by a martial spirit than a beast spirit master of the same level, he still feels that in terms of physical fitness alone, he is probably stronger than the contemporary master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

As for soul power...

"The peak of level ninety-five is just one step away from reaching level ninety-six." Ye Yao clenched his fists and smiled slightly.

Regardless of other things, he has already stood on the top of the continent in terms of his own soul power.

Not to mention his actual combat strength, which cannot be estimated with common sense.

Now, if he faced Bo Saixi again, as long as the opponent didn't use the sea god's power, he felt that he should have no less than % chance of winning.

That is to say, his actual combat power has finally reached the limit of a "human".

He can finally hold his head high and announce to everyone that he is the strongest in the mainland.

"Although it's hard for me to say that I'm still a 'human' now." Feeling the powerful energy continuously provided by his heart, Ye Yao's expression was a bit complicated.

He is already considered an "inhuman" existence.

"Forget it, no matter what, I don't know how long I've been sleeping this time, has the situation on the mainland changed a lot..." Ye Yao thought as he walked out of the light cocoon.

By the way, why does he always feel that something is a little weird...

it seems that……

Always feel a little chilly?

He lowered his head in confusion, and what he saw was his impeccable and perfect figure, as well as his figure floating in the wind...

"Emma! Which wicked thing took off my clothes!" A burst of exclamation sounded.

After a while of flying around, Ye Yao put on a brand new set of clothes with a blushing face, and then walked out of the cave slowly.

What?Why are there brand new clothes, you ask?

Nonsense, which protagonist do you see doesn't always have % "brand new clothes" in the storage space?

As soon as he walked out of the cave, Ye Yao saw five figures kneeling on one knee.

"Master!" Five different voices sounded in unison.

"Gao Wenqing, Aggui Wenqing...are you the ones who have been protecting me? Thank you for your hard work." Ye Yao nodded slightly.

"It's a matter of duty." Gawain replied with a smile.

"What about Sir Lancelot and the others? Did they dissipate due to lack of strength?" Ye Yao asked.

His impression only stayed at the end that he used the ninth soul ability, summoned eleven knights of the round table, and gave the order to destroy the Holy Dragon School, and then protect him.

He is not surprised why there are only five knights here now.

After all, maintaining their existence requires terrifying energy, which he, who is in a deep sleep, cannot provide.

Therefore, it is not surprising that several of them dissipated due to lack of strength.

"No, that's not the case." Agguiwen answered Ye Yao's question with a meticulous expression.

"They've gone to the battlefield."

"Battlefield? What do you mean?" Ye Yao was stunned.

Afterwards, he understood the cause and process of the matter under the explanation of Agguiwen.

"The two great empires and the Wuhun Empire officially went to war more than half a month ago? Then you asked Mr. Lancelot and the others to go to the battlefield to stop them? Shoot both sides indiscriminately?" Ye Yao was stunned when he heard that of.

"For Master's wish, this is our duty." Agguiwen bowed slightly.

Seeing Ye Yao's expression seemed a little weird, Agguiwen seemed to have misunderstood Ye Yao's meaning.

He couldn't help but said: "Master, please don't worry, I have already issued the order. They are all measured in their actions. In most cases, they just make the enemy lose their fighting ability. At most, they only suffer some injuries that will not endanger their lives and foundation. The true death toll is extremely low."

Except for a few people who were really vicious or wanted death, Lancelot and others restrained their behavior very well and never caused more killings.

who I am?where am I?What am I doing?How can this be fixed?Ye Yao looked confused.

No, I didn't mean that, I meant...

I don't remember giving such an order!

"Indeed, the Master did not issue such an order." When Ye Yao asked his own question, Agguiwen said.

"But, this is indeed what the Master has in mind, isn't it?"

Ye Yao was speechless.

Indeed, there is no way to refute it, because, regardless of the method, his wish is indeed that he does not want the smoke of war to fill the air.

"But this method is too messy..." Ye Yao shook his head.

Only a few people, relying on this method, can prevent the two sides from fighting like a stick...

Even Title Douluo...

hiss……

It doesn’t seem impossible! Ye Yao touched his chin and thought seriously.

The strength of the knights of the round table is completely in line with his strength.

In other words, now that his strength is stable and his energy supply is sufficient, each of them is equivalent to a level ninety-five titled Douluo.

Of course, the actual strength may be even stronger.

If such a strong person really insists on disrupting the situation...

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Aggui!" Ye Yao thanked happily.

Agguiwen's face remained unchanged, but he just bowed slightly.

In that case...

Ye Yao already had an idea in his mind.

"Next, please bother you to go to the battlefield too!" Ye Yao said solemnly.

"Although Sir Lancelot and the others are strong enough, they are still short of manpower. Now that so much time has passed, the two sides in the battle may soon be unable to hold back and will send out their own top experts."

"So, please go and help them!"

Although this method can play a big role because of the powerful strength of the knights of the round table.

However, it is only temporary after all.

The terrifying number of participants on both sides, as well as the number of top experts...

The most they can do is delay the time.

Slow down the rate of casualties, and let the time for the final battle come later.

For this war, leave a little room...

"Get rid of it, try to delay for me a little longer!" Ye Yao said in a deep voice.

He is now rushing to Morningstar Forest.

After waking up, he already knew the content of his ninth test of light.

"The Ninth Trial of Light: Go back to the Temple of Light, light the fire of light, and carry on the inheritance of the god position."

This is the last step for him to become a god!

"Your will!" The five round table knights said in unison.

"Okay, then we're... that's right!" Ye Yao, who was about to turn around and leave, paused for a moment.

"I forgot to ask, the Holy Dragon Sect at the bottom of the mountain..."

"The guilty have been judged."

In other words, all the damned are dead, and all the undeserving are alive.

Ye Yao has no doubts about this point. After all, with the combat power of the Knights of the Round Table, it is more than enough to destroy the last three sects.

What's more, what about a sect that has no leader and has been reduced to a second-rate sect in the mainland?

"So, what about her? Tuoba Yunye..." Ye Yao asked casually.

The gentle expression on Gao Wen's face froze, for the first time he seemed a little unnatural.

Although they have decided to conceal the news of her death according to Tuoba Yunye's wishes, but it has really come to this point...

"The lady has already left, and asked me to tell you that we will see you again." In the end, Agguiwen said.

Gawain looked at his companion in astonishment.

Originally, he was the only one who objected, but he was actually the first to speak out.

"Is that so?" Ye Yao murmured inexplicably.

Hid it?Gao Wen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"That's okay..." Ye Yao turned around and said calmly.

Ye Yao's figure quickly disappeared in front of everyone.

"Age Guiwen..." Gawain wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Age Guiwen.

"I know what you want to say," he said.

"But, what I'm trying to tell you is, it makes no sense."

"What do you mean?" Gawain frowned.

Agguiwen didn't say a word, just turned and left silently.

In fact, as the object Ye Yao summoned, as their Master, can their lies really deceive him?

For this point, Agguiwen has a lot of doubts.

I'm afraid, their Master has already noticed it now...

In the ruins of the Holy Dragon School, in a place of burnt and inconspicuous ashes, there was a figure standing for a long time.

In the wind, a faint sigh drifted away.

After a long time, the figure disappeared, only a little whiteness on the ground proved his existence.

It was a fresh lily.