The long black sword with the death flame appeared in Fiana's hand. She was shrouded in endless darkness, and she could only see that there were dark elements constantly surging.
"The cannon fodder won't have much effect on me. Dragon King Arthur, Your Highness, the long sword in my hand will definitely cut off your head, and your flesh and blood will become the strong foundation of my master so that my master can step on your head to go to the top, and your dragon scales will be pulled off from your body, making the strongest dragon scale armor, and the tusks will become the long sword in my master's hand. My master's body will bathe the dragon blood!"
The sword aura was surging. Each sword aura shrouded in the death flame was several ten meters long, like the brightest aurora. Feeling the terrifying pressure from Fiana, Arthur stopped joking and began to sing.