Vortigern was growing frustrated as he fought King Uther. Uther relied on his smaller size and agility, darting and weaving around, and Vortigern couldn't land a single blow.
They both knew that although Uther could hurt Vortigern, his attacks only caused minor wounds—nothing to worry about. Vortigern might not even furrow his brow, being the madman he was. But if Vortigern landed just one hit on Uther, Uther would probably be gravely wounded, if not on the brink of death.
The dragon's body gave Vortigern far too many advantages.
Suddenly, Vortigern felt a shadow fall over him.
A huge chunk of a building came flying toward his head.
Vortigern swatted it apart with one claw, but in that brief opening, King Uther seized the chance and drove his sword hard into Vortigern's armpit.
Vortigern cried out in pain and swung at Uther in a rage. Uther dodged the blow with a quick sidestep.
Anno was standing on a rise, holding a huge rock.
He put his back into it and hurled the stone. Like the chunk of building before it, it flew straight toward Vortigern's head.
King Uther's face lit up with delight. He cheered inwardly.
Sir Anno was truly an astonishing knight. This kind of attack wouldn't directly injure Vortigern, but it distracted him and bought Uther a precious opening to attack.
"Damn you, rat!" Vortigern roared. "Come out and face me with your sword!"
Anno ignored him, found another piece of rubble, and hurled it at the white Demon Dragon.
"Uther, aren't your knights supposed to value honor and fair play above all else?" Vortigern bellowed as he smashed the rubble. "Is this what you call fair play?!"
"Fair play is for the struggles between people," Uther sneered. "What does it have to do with a nonhuman creature like you?"
As he spoke, his sword sliced off another dragon scale.
Vortigern knew he was in trouble. That unknown, despicable knight was throwing him off badly. If this kept up, he would be the one to lose.
He raised the front half of his body and unleashed his breath once more.
Uther hurriedly dodged.
But the blast wasn't aimed at him at all. It was headed for Anno in the distance.
The blast came too fast for Anno to evade, so he could only brace a piece of rubble he had hastily found in front of himself.
The rubble was instantly obliterated by the surprise attack, leaving a path destroyed by the blast.
Vortigern sneered. With that irritating knight out of the way, dealing with King Uther would be much easier.
But just then, a flash of cold light streaked past.
An iron spear came flying from somewhere and plunged straight into the Demon Dragon's hind leg.
It was Anno.
The pain sent Vortigern into a sudden fury.
A raging Demon Dragon was more than King Uther could handle. Its wing struck Uther and sent him flying.
King Uther slammed into a wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Vortigern charged after him at once. Having lost all reason, he brought his palm crashing down on Uther.
"Aah!!!" King Uther let out a furious roar, forcing himself to his feet despite his injuries, and drove his greatsword deep into Vortigern's palm.
Roar!!!
Vortigern let out a scream of pain.
Uther pulled out his sword and swung again.
But it only pierced shallowly into Vortigern's chest, unable to go any deeper.
"Your Majesty, I'm here to help!" Anno's voice rang out.
Uther felt someone support his exhausted body from behind.
He gripped his greatsword with both hands. With the force behind him lending support, the blade finally pierced into the Demon Dragon's body.
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