章 565: Battle of Camelot 9

When the smoke had completely dissipated and visibility returned to normal, everyone could clearly see the figure of a massive wolf-like creature standing. The huge size of the creature, casting a looming shadow upon the ground. Meanwhile, beneath its gigantic feet were dead corpses of the Dementea archers.

The wolf was surrounded by dozens of Britannia's knights from all directions. However, the knights were the ones who were trembling in fear instead of the creature.

Then, in the middle of this tense situation, an arrow suddenly flew through the air and hit the wolf.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned toward the direction the arrow came from, and they all saw the culprit. It was the brave golden knight hailing from Dementae, Sir Galahad. The man was standing tall, though his body was slightly wobbly. His now tattered clothes were dyed red as blood from his wounds ran all over his body.