Lancer Artoria Pendragon Novels & Stories

Liam swept the green dragon battle robe over his shoulders, and the embroidered creature seemed to stir to life. With each movement of the fabric, the dragon appeared to soar through stormy skies, commanding and fierce. At once, Calum and the armed warriors bowed deeply before Liam, then garbed in the symbol of his authority, and they cried out with reverence, "We, your loyal followers, salute you, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon!" Liam, adorned in a battle robe with a majestic green dragon and golden patterns, seemed to transform before their eyes. He exuded the commanding presence of the Chief of Pendragon, like a legendary God of War ready to shake the heavens and earth.

“Azura’s cursed blade … someone has finally found it, then.” Arth sharpened his gaze at the demon as he made a stance. “My name is Arth Aragon … King of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm. You will regret coming here, demons. Ask me all the questions you want, but it is my blade that will answer you.” Lord Ander’s face showed a slight change in hearing Arth’s name, then his side lip rose, “That explains the familiar alar … but how truly disappointing to see how the bloodline has grown weak over hundreds of years. You might have your sword, but your spirit is asleep.”

Arthur said, “Who would even think that stupid, quiet, and kind Arthur would be the man behind the battle with Archer?” “How dare you!” Justine shouted. “I tried so many times to get that Luna of yours,” Arthur admitted, “But that sneaky bitch always slips away. I actually thought that I would see her here, but instead, you brought a mage. Who by the way will either die or become a rogue wolf.” “People don’t become wolves with a wolf bite, everyone knows that,” Calvin shouted. “Well, that’s true,” Arthur admitted as he turns his focus on Nori and Lana, “but the rogue wolf isn’t just a wolf, right?”

He looked a lot more ferocious than the lycan she had met in the forest. "Well then, I guess that we are doing this the hard way," Leticia said and her green eyes began to glow. "Kill them all," she ordered the hydras and the creatures didn't waste any time in attacking Arthur and his men. The white lycan growled and he and the others charged forward. Two hydras immediately jumped and clawed Arthur's bag, he roared and threw them off his back. The gray lycan which was Lance immediately jumped and crushed their head spilling a lot of blood.

Sconces on either side provided extra illumination to the hanging, and what was depicted upon it was unmistakable. The battle at Haedral Valley. It was the only piece of décor to depict a Dragon, and this one showed quite vividly the form of Neyalha swooping low over Minotaur soldiers, spewing great gouts of flame that engulfed them. In the fore of the composition was the form of a fallen Minotaur, scorched and bloody, a sword lying beside him on the ground. Andric recognized the woven depiction of the sword he had brought.

Even though the battle lasted less than one hour, they had to constantly use their rank 4 martial art to repel the horde of magical beasts and they even used some of their most powerful spells at certain intervals. "Sara, what is that puppet? It's extremely useful and its expenditure of mental energy doesn't seem high." Errol pointed at Assea that was quietly guarding Sara while she meditated. "It's a spell." Sara replied calmly. At that point, some inscriptions lighted up on the circular wall in the distance. Their light gathered in the middle of the green plain and shone for a few minutes before fading. In that spot, a mountain made of Obsidian Credits and inscribed items appeared.

CLANGG The other twin's dagger stabbed Long Chen in the back, but strangely, it did not penetrate Long Chen's body because there was armor covering the upper part of Long Chen's body, and it was one of the sacred artifacts related to the secret realm. Seeing the armor on Long Chen's body made the Illusion Queen and the twins shudder. It was an armor they had often seen before, and it was the strongest armor that had been hidden far away from this world. "Why? Why do you have that artifact?" asked the twin whose dagger was now held in Long Chen's dragon-scaled hand.

The golden bracelet remained exposed, its warm glow a reminder of Fafnir's presence. When he finally emerged from his chamber, he found his chosen companions waiting, each similarly prepared for whatever might come. Marcia wore her full battle regalia, the insignia of Dracoterrum's imperial guard gleaming on her breastplate. Kiri had exchanged her usual flowing garments for something more fitted and practical, though no less elegant, silver runes embroidered along the edges that hummed with power. Dilo stood tall and proud, her void-corrupted arm not hidden but displayed openly, a statement and weapon both.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Now in a slump, I barely listened as they talked about how to defeat the three-headed Hellhound. The thing I hated the most was how realistic the NPC’s stories were. As hard as I tried to remind myself that they were just computer programs, it still broke my heart. I wished that Luka hadn’t made it so that the Dragon would have to mourn over her unhatched egg. “Come on.” Luka urged as he took my hand in his and led me into the dungeon.