The roar dissipated, and Oaks looked a little ugly—

Those profane branches, bones, and flesh-and-blood construct-like monsters, although they were torn apart by the falling stars, they still haven't lost their activity!

No, perhaps it should be said that these things are already "dead", but the strong death energy makes them seem to be transformed into dead creatures!

"It's really Drust's life-and-death conversion magic!"

Oaks looked solemnly at the broken "parts" that had been bombed all over the floor. They were wriggling, converging, and reorganizing under the driving force of death!

"Ow—"

The original structure was only about three meters high, but now this reorganized aggregate of branches, flesh, and bones is not only seven or eight meters high, but even the volume is like a small mountain!

This can be said to be a corpse mountain where the corpses of animals and plants gather!

"Fortunately, there are no human corpses in it...but so many weird animals that are not supposed to exist in nature, this guy..."

Thinking of the strange aura in the sky, Oaks waved his hand, and the thorny vines that had been ineffective because of the falling stars reappeared, tying the huge "corpse mountain" firmly!

The next moment, lightning flashed in his hands, and a dark cloud suddenly appeared over the target!

"Boom--!!"

The violent lightning poured down, and the huge "corpse mountain" issued a terrifying roar—

It seems to be a collection of vocal organs of an unknown number of animals, full of endless grief and despair!

"Om-"

The looming stars in the sky seemed to suddenly skyrocket in brightness, and the misty starlight gathered into a huge ball of light above the thundercloud.

After the huge "corpse mountain" was baptized by the powerful thunder and lightning, the death energy around him was still in a chaotic state. The next moment, the star light ball slammed through the thunder cloud and hit it!

"Starfire!"

"boom--"

The cold star fire scorched the monster's body, but Oaks keenly found that no matter how badly this guy howled, it seems... the breath has not weakened too much!

"Brother, Death Qi seems to be restoring its organizational structure... This thing is not a creature in the ordinary sense at all."

Malorne's voice sounded in his heart, and Oaks let out a long breath:

"That's right, Drust's evil spells seem to have undergone a remarkable transformation.

These creatures are like the products of biochemical experiments or genetic experiments, and their life forms are inherently unstable.

But the mastermind behind the scenes forcibly spliced ​​them together...

The more you are on the verge of death, the more thoroughly the biological tissue and the dead energy are fused, the more it will stimulate tissue regeneration and a strong breath.

I have to say, he is a genius. "

A blue light flashed in Oaks' eyes:

"If this thing is placed elsewhere, it will be a lot of trouble... But it's a pity that I met me!"

The magic power surged in his hands, Oaks directly used the way of life and death balance, and the thick vines that were clinging to the "corpse mountain" changed in an instant!

The emerald green branches and thorns turned into withered yellow-brown, and the bluish fluorescence of death magic replaced the emerald green of natural magic, and began to unreasonably absorb the death energy from the struggling "corpse mountain"!

"Ow, ooh, ooh—"

The root of existence was taken away, and the "corpse mountain" was powerless to even struggle.

The blasphemous monsters that would cause a lot of losses under normal circumstances were directly sucked out of death energy by Oaks' powerful death magic, and visibly declined!

Another thundercloud that was much bigger than before appeared, and the more violent thunder and lightning completely turned the monster that had no death protection into a pile of broken coke!

After cleaning up the blasphemous monsters and making them completely harmless, Oaks snorted coldly, and a stern look flashed in his eyes:

"Want to run?"

The "magic weapon" that originally had high hopes was killed by Oaks in just a few minutes. The guy in the sky was obviously a little flustered and was moving away from this area at a very fast speed!

But how could Oaks let him go?

"Malorne, contact the local police!"

"Yes, brother."

A green light flashed, and the stunned and cheered crowd suddenly found that healing flowers were blooming under their feet in an instant.

The wounds on his body are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"It's the Avenger Druyin!"

"Yeah! The bear just now was so handsome!"

"The spell is even more handsome! Those stars, just 'boom--'!"

"And lightning! Is that a punishment! I almost thought it was Thor!"

"King Arthur, your heroic spirit protects us... Is he really the Druyin in myths and legends?"

...

"Wow—"

With the agitation of the giant wings, the huge body of the Starlight Falcon appeared in the sky above the escaping target in an instant!

"Pegasus?"

Oaks frowned. This guy was wearing black and blue armor and a black helmet, holding a long-handled scepter with a peculiar shape like an ancient lance, and riding a black horse with wings!

This horse can really fly, and its speed... It's not satisfactory, it's not as good as the ground speed of the drag racing party.

"Get out!"

A middle-aged man's dull anger came from under the helmet:

"It's just a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding? Who do you think you are!"

Oxlight exists in the form of a starlight stalker, and it has already caused this... Pegasus to tremble.

Although it should be a specially trained warhorse, it also depends on what target it is in front of!

Oaks deliberately aimed at its wild coercion and the ruthless suppression of the higher life rank, which made the poor guy flap his wings desperately——

But it can't even keep up with the speed at which Oaks doesn't flap his wings, let alone escape?

"Wow—"

With a sharp long cry, the Pegasus on which the knight sat trembled violently, neighed miserably, his wings cramped, and he couldn't fly!

"what!"

An exclamation came from under the knight's helmet, and he pulled the reins fiercely, desperately trying to recover his mount:

"Fly for me! Or we'll all die!"

"Come on, let's talk on the ground."

The sharp claws locked the knight's body tightly, making him feel like he would be torn apart by this sharp weapon in the next moment——

"Ahhhhh-!!"

"boom--!"

Oaks took the knight and the Pegasus into a rapid dive, and threw the two guys into the ground!

"..."

The knight and Pegasus lay dying on the ground.

Oaks changed back to human form, raised his eyebrows, and snorted coldly:

"I thought you were some kind of super villain with special abilities... Now it looks like it's just the physical qualities of ordinary people.

But this horse gave me more interest than you. "

With a snap of his fingers, two groups of green lights enveloped the knight and Pegasus. It didn't take long for the aura of Pegasus to return to normal, but Ox just treated the knight to not die so fast.

"Um?"

Oaks looked around and found an ancient castle not far away, he couldn't help frowning:

"Fortunately, I stopped it. This is the ancestral property of a friend of mine..."

He fell silent, his face gloomy.

The black Pegasus didn't even dare to stand up, and just lay down behind the knight, making a pleasing neigh.

"Be quiet!"

Oaks gave a cold drink, and Pegasus didn't dare to make a sound immediately.

He walked over to the knight who was lying on the ground badly, and pulled off his helmet:

"Dr. Garrett...it doesn't seem like our appointment time has come yet."

"O, Dr. Oakes..."

Dr. John Garrett, PhD in genetics from Oxford University, uncle of Dane Whitman, had a nosebleed, barely showing a wry smile:

"I didn't expect this day to be so fast... You turned out to be 'Dru Yin'!"

Garrett was extremely bitter in his heart. He didn't expect that his proud work would not last for a few minutes in front of Oaks!

"When I see the dead animals and plants that shouldn't exist in nature, I should think about it."

Oakes looked coldly at the top geneticist:

"Those are your experiments...including this horse!"

He glanced at the lance-shaped scepter that fell to the side. It was grabbed by Oaks' sharp claws and fell from the sky again, and it was already somewhat damaged.

Some of the structures inside are exposed, obviously it is not a cold weapon, but a high-tech weapon!

"Dr. Garrett, I think I need an explanation..."

Oaks looked condescendingly at this acquaintance he didn't want to save at all:

"I thought that even if we weren't close friends, we were friends who could discuss issues together, and even Dane was willing to talk to you to clear up the misunderstanding between you."

"Dr. Oakes...Since you're a real Druyin, we've also discussed...the legend of King Arthur."

After breathing for a long time, Gartler finally gathered some strength to speak:

"Then do you know...the legend of the 'Black Knight' in England?"

"'black Knight'?"

Oaks frowned:

"My own research is biased towards mythology, you know the legend of King Arthur better than me.

I know the legend of the Knights of the Round Table, but what is the Black Knight? "

"Sir Percy of Scandia was one of the bravest knights at Arthur's court in the sixth century AD."

Garrett panted with pride, as if immersed in a medieval epic:

"Sir Percy has a dual identity. On the surface, he is a gentle and elegant nobleman, but he is secretly holding an ebony sword forged by the mage Merlin and wearing a battle armor from Avalon, punishing evil and promoting good!"

"Well, a medieval superhero?"

Hearing "the ebony sword forged by Merlin", Oakes glanced at the damaged lance and shook his head:

"So ~lightnovelpub.net~ you're a descendant of that Ser Percy, but it looks like you didn't inherit that ebony sword—

What Merlin creates is not so simple. "

"Cough cough... Yes, I failed."

Garrett coughed violently, his voice bitter and remorseful:

"I'm not qualified enough to be recognized by the Ebony Sword, which is not recognized by my ancestor Sir Percy...

So I'm always just an ordinary person, without the magical power given by the ebony sword...

But I am not reconciled! "

Garrett struggled to raise his head, staring at Oaks with a frenzy in his eyes:

"Avalon, the mysterious Druin shrine, the last burial place of King Arthur...

Merlin knew there, and the black knight armor came from there, so that's my last hope! "