The Invincible Gawain Fell

"Woo—woo!"

A dull horn sounded from beyond the city walls.

It was the signal to retreat.

Gawain frowned, but did not turn back. His gaze remained fixed on the shadow shrouding the sky above, golden pupils blazing with fire.

"A traitor who colludes with barbarians and massacres his own kind!"

"A traitor? Heh. Why be arrogant? Why deny it? Why call yourselves human? Britain must be destroyed. You must be exterminated."

Upon the dragon's back, the man wrapped in black mist, his face impossible to see clearly, looked down with contempt. His voice was low and heavy.

"If this island is to be defiled by humanity, then I shall return it to its primitive state with my own hands!

—I shall turn great Britain into hell.

A dark paradise where humanity can never again live..."

King Vutigen.

The vile king who had summoned foreign races and intended to claim Britain for himself was an existence the Knights of the Round Table could neither understand nor tolerate.

What a mad declaration!

The fiery-tempered Sun Knight wore a cold expression. The holy sword in his hand, imbued with the power of the sun, erupted with blazing solar flames as he roared at the shadow looming overhead.

"My holy sword is the incarnation of the sun. It can purify all filth! King Vutigen, perish here! Flame Storm Mist!"

If the king's sword was a holy blade that gathered starlight,

then his sword was the embodiment of the sun, a hammer that burned away evil.

Moreover, as the Sun Knight, he had once received a saint's blessing and possessed a special constitution.

From nine in the morning until noon, and from three in the afternoon until sunset, the power he wielded would triple.

And now, it was exactly noon!

The knight blessed by the