"Respected Red Dragon, we have come for the myriad magical beasts in these hundred thousand forests." Kyle was truly Kyle; he simply smiled slightly, nodded, took a step forward, and bowed halfway, saying with respect.
"Scram!" The Red Dragon let out a huge yawn, and a thick smell of sulfur gushed from his mouth. Kyle frowned slightly. The essence of negotiation is that as long as there's a willingness to talk, but the Red Dragon, by directly blocking this path, clearly treated negotiation as a game. This kind of situation only had one implication: the opponent didn't consider himself and his enemies to be on the same level. The Qing Dynasty was once like this, refusing to negotiate with other foreign countries, and then, through arrogant self-importance, started a war with the world, demonstrating what it meant to be all talk.
And now, Red Dragon Igneel, who seemed to view himself as a powerful existence and thought he could crush Kyle directly... Kyle gently shook his head, and his staff lightly pointed.
Light Binding!
This was far more intense than when Evangeline was bound. Huge pillars of light, like chains, rose from the ground, then coiled around the Red Dragon's body, wings, claws, and thighs.
"Ki_her!" Kyle commanded coldly.
Everyone was stunned. The Knights of the Round Table, Artoria, the wolf girl, and even the Red Dragon, none of them had expected this calm, seemingly amiable fellow to be so decisive and resolute, drawing his sword at the slightest disagreement.
It was simply too fierce, too brutal. Facing such a behemoth, many people would lose their will to fight, right? After all, not everyone dared to charge at a giant.
The Knights of the Round Table's faces paled, then changed. Since Kyle had already acted, as his personal guard, they couldn't possibly let His Majesty the King charge!
With several 'cha cha cha' sounds, their knightly swords were unsheathed. They didn't even mount their horses, but directly took a few powerful strides and charged towards the giant dragon.
"Roar!!!" A feeling of humiliation surged into the Red Dragon's heart. Fury, shame, and disgrace. The thought of being a laughingstock among dragons, to be laughed at until he died (dragons rarely had news, and almost any news would be remembered forever as a topic of conversation), made Igneel roar.
The enormous sulfur smell, accompanied by the scorching hot dragon's breath, instantly engulfed several knights who had charged in a straight line. Everyone's heart turned cold. The immense power, the Red Dragon's roar, was simply terrifying.
However, after the dragon's breath passed, they saw that the knights were enveloped in Kyle's white magical elements. A faint white membrane covered the three of them, and even after the dragon's breath passed, they were unharmed, waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom.
Evidently, the three were a little stunned by their unharmed state, standing in place, staring foolishly at the white circular membrane around them. The other knights reacted more quickly, and their morale immediately surged as they charged towards the giant dragon as if their lives didn't matter.
Red Dragon Igneel was completely dumbfounded. He hadn't expected anyone on this continent to use magic! This wasn't scientific! He had worked himself to death, flying across two continents to drop his son back home, not even waiting for the Dragon King Festival. He had planned to clean up and then go back to await the Dragon King Festival's arrival. As a result, after flying back, exhausted to the point of almost becoming a moronic dragon, how did he encounter such a situation?
Although the opponent's magic power had not yet reached the level of the Ten Wizard Saints, which could change the color of heaven and earth, his magical attainment was already very strong.
Unable to break free from Kyle's binding for a while, Red Dragon Igneel suddenly understood what level he was at. His strength was exhausted, and his elevated advantage had been sealed by the opponent. He couldn't move for melee combat, and his magic power was at a very awkward level; apart from a Fire Dragon's Roar, all his other claws, teeth, and wing attacks were sealed... His enormous body seemed to have become a huge burden?!
Although Red Dragon Igneel, relying on his excellent combat instincts, determined that he was at a disadvantage in this battle, he still fearlessly met the challenge, relying on his confidence as a giant dragon.
Clearly, the giant dragon had an absolute advantage over humans. The scales, like spears, covered his body, and the sharp and slender knightly swords only caused the most ordinary white marks, even making hands tremble, but couldn't inflict the slightest injury.
Kyle understood in his heart that this wasn't an issue of defense. The current steel level was still too low for bony exoskeletons. Couldn't they break through his defense?! Kyle, even amidst the fierce battle, pondered and thought. Although his magic power wasn't top-tier, his magical attainment could indeed be considered master-level. While he was thinking, if Red Dragon Igneel made any violent movements to break free, Kyle would casually point and bind another light chain to his body.
Kyle didn't have enough magic power to bind him like a zongzi, but he could bind the crucial parts of his body, making his limbs and wings unable to move. Igneel, with only his head able to move, instantly fell into a bitter struggle.
Kyle knew very well that the reason they were so smoothly suppressing the giant dragon wasn't because they were strong, nor because they had many people, but because he had suppressed the giant dragon's greatest weapon: air superiority.
It was quite clear that in this place without anti-air weapons, mere arrows could not threaten the dragon's skin.
Kyle understood in his heart, then suddenly his brow twitched and he shouted to Artoria: "Lily, go see if the Sword of Victory can cause him harm!!"
Sword of Victory was the army's name for it. Ancient armies were very superstitious; perhaps for the people, the 'sword in the stone' gimmick was more famous, but for the army, the Sword of Victory was what they liked, the hope they entrusted for bringing them victory.
Artoria was stunned. Although she didn't know why things had developed this way, it now seemed that the hope for peace talks was infinitely close to zero. You couldn't expect a behemoth that could swat you to death with one paw to compromise with you after you'd provoked him.
That was too ridiculous!
Muttering to herself, Artoria, after her initial shock at the giant dragon, surprisingly felt no fear.
A surge of eagerness for battle permeated Artoria's heart.
"Ha!!" Under the golden-glowing knight's sword, Artoria made her move... For super-fast full-text reading of 'My Wife King Arthur' chapters, if you like 'My Wife King Arthur' chapters, please bookmark 'My Wife King Arthur' chapters!