Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1484: The Brave New Century 1st
Chapter 1484 Brave New World (2)
Boom! ! A deafening explosion sounded in the small village in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, a strong shock wave set off a wave of air, pressing on Arthur's body head-on. He is now a weak young body, can not help but be blown back by this powerful air wave, almost fell. Arthur leaned against the sword in his hand and thrust the sword diagonally to the ground.
With the support of the silver sword, the boy managed to stand firm. At the same time, the black-haired country girl also got up from the ground and exclaimed, "It's the British army! The British army is here! Lord Michael, please save us!"
Arthur is still standing there, not knowing what to do. The village in the distance began to burst into flames, explosions sounded, and the English invading army seemed to be burning the village with rockets and incendiary bombs. This is the most typical way of the aggressor, brutal and violent, which was originally despised by Arthur.
But what exactly can Arthur do now? His body became that of a frail boy. Although he had a sword in his hand, it was a little too heavy to swing. With his skills and the sharpness of his sword, he can defeat one or two enemy troops, but if the enemy is surrounded by groups, with Arthur's current physical strength, he is basically certain to die.
It would be nice to have at least one lightsaber in hand. But is there a high-tech weapon like the lightsaber in this world? Even if there is, can this kind of lightsaber be found in such a poor village in the deep countryside?
All in all, it is obviously a very unrealistic move to rush into the village to stop the invading army now. Arthur has just come to this world, and he is determined to find his Queen Greenville, and he will definitely not be in a hurry to seek death in such a place.
...Although it is not the usual style of the King of Knights, despite abandoning people in danger.
What should I do?
The boy before the meeting was unmoved, but the girl was even more excited: "I understand, Lord Michael. As God taught me before, before asking for help from others, we must help ourselves first. , right? I'll do it, I'll fight, even if I take my last breath, I'll fight the invaders to the end."
Then, before Arthur could react, the girl slammed into Arthur's arms and snatched the small dagger for body protection from Arthur's waist.
"Please lend me this one." The girl ran away with the dagger and ran into the burning village desperately!
"No---!" Arthur wanted to stop it, but the girl's figure had disappeared, surprisingly fast.
A drop of cold sweat emerged from Arthur's forehead.
What the **** is going on here?
There is no divine test, Arthur was just hesitating. However, his weakness and indecision indirectly led to the girl's death.
As a man, as the original King of Great Britain, how could Arthur allow this to happen? !
He grabbed his sword and took the first step, just about to rush to rescue the girl.
At this moment, however, a dark shadow of a crow suddenly appeared on the tree beside him.
"Stop it, Your Majesty!" The voice from the crow entered Arthur's mind.
It's Merlin. Prime Minister Merlin sensed that King Arthur was about to do some kind of stupid thing, so he hurriedly appeared again to stop it!
"Don't stop me, Merlin." Arthur angrily said, "I can't watch civilians being killed innocently in front of my eyes and do nothing—especially that little girl!"
"No! You should watch them get killed, if this is their fate!" Merlin said anxiously, "Don't forget the most important thing: Your Majesty, you came into this world as a spirit body. Come! Like other light spirits, you are not supposed to exist in this world! Every action you make will affect the original destiny of this world and bring chaos!"
The King of Knights frowned.
" Forget about such trivial matters as contacting others. Your Majesty, if you go to save the people in that village, you have to swing your sword against that group of troops, and even kill the group of British ** people, right? For the light spirit, murder is the most undesirable thing, and it will have a huge impact on the original destiny of this world!"
"I don't care!" said King Arthur stubbornly.
Merlin is even more anxious: "Perhaps among the British people you are about to kill, they or their descendants will become the saviors who save the world?! Or perhaps among the villagers you are about to save, they or Will their descendants really destroy the world? God knows! Every time you save or kill a person will bring huge variables to the future of this world. Variables bring chaos, and chaos brings accelerated destruction of the world Please think carefully before your majesty!"
Arthur sternly said, "Merlin, don't forget the most important thing: I only need to find Greenville in this world and bring her back. The life and death of this world are inherently related to I don't care!"
Merlin asked in a **** manner: "Since the life and death of this world has nothing to do with your majesty, what reason do you have to save the people of this village?"
The King of Knights didn't answer, just snorted: "It's just a waste of time to discuss with you. I just do what I want to do, that's it!"
He ignored the crow shadow on the tree and headed straight for the fire with his sword.
The fire devoured everything.
A group of British gangsters looted the village, far from being knights, they were just a group of tattered infantry. These people were all ragged and slovenly, their faces full of mud and blood stains were savage, and their small, bloodshot eyes were constantly emitting bloodthirsty fierce light.
These so-called soldiers are all destitute and have almost no protection at all, and some of them are just a little bit better than a rough piece of leather attached to their chest as a defensive sword. Their combat equipment is even more ridiculous -- these soldiers are all armed with rusted iron swords and spears that have been corroded by blood and yellow and black, and use this to show off their power in front of the villagers Tool of.
These are not so much soldiers as they are bandits.
And this group of guys who are also army and bandits are now throwing the earth-made Molotov cocktails prepared around their waists, setting the dilapidated village houses made of thatch on fire. When the villagers were so frightened that they fled, these army bandits rushed into the scene of the fire and looted all the valuables in the house. The intention of the British army to set fire to the village was not to kill people, and most of the villagers had already fled, so not many villagers were killed or injured in this attack.
Nevertheless, the village was flooded with blood and fire, death and screaming everywhere, and chaos.
At this moment, a young girl appeared in the fire. Holding a dagger, she looked at the three British soldiers who were breaking into the house in the distance, and shouted: "Stop!"
"Oh, look what we have here?" One of the leading British soldiers turned to look at the girl and glanced at his companions, with an evil smile on the corners of his mouth: "A little girl? Ha!"
He laughed at his comrades: "So, all the men in France are dead, leaving women and children fighting!"
He turned around again and looked at the girl contemptuously: "So, do you want to challenge me? With that poor little dagger? Come on, kid! Don't blame me if you die!"
The girl didn't say much, she shouted, rushed up and stabbed the big man in the abdomen!
"Wow, woah, woah!" The big man easily dodged, and at the same time he shouted frivolously: "It's scary, little sister!"
Seeing that she missed a hit but still didn't give up, the girl slashed a second knife towards the enemy's abdomen with her backhand!
"Hey, don't be presumptuous!" The big man shunned again, beginning to look a little impatient. His companions--the other two British ** men- also began to laugh, looking like they didn't care about the girl at all!
The girl chased the soldier and continued to slash with her sword. It can be seen from her movements that she has never received any military training, nor does she know any basics of fighting, and the dagger in her hand is pitifully short. Therefore, no matter how hard she swings, it is impossible to hit her opponent.
After avoiding about six or seven times, the British finally lost patience: "Enough, waste my time, sir!"
He picked up the rusty but still enough blunt sword in his hand, and after dodging once, he immediately aimed at the girl's head and slashed!
"Woo!" Looking at the iron sword falling from her face, the girl seemed to realize that her doom was coming. She let out a low groan from the depths of her throat, and immediately closed her eyes tightly, preparing to endure the seemingly threatening consequences. Here comes the excruciatingly painful blow!
Boom! ! However, the iron sword did not fall on her head. It was blocked by some kind of hard blade a few inches in front of the girl's forehead, and then the blunt sword collided with the opponent's sharp sword and broke!
Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe! The upper half of the broken rusty iron sword spun rapidly in the air, turning into a parabola, brushing past the ear of the great British soldier, and finally landed on the beams of the wooden house in the distance with a thud, deeply. stuck in the wood.
"You!------Who are you?!"The British army man exclaimed~IndoMTL.com~ The girl knew from that voice that she had been saved, and opened her eyes at this moment to see her body The back of the former boy.
"Lord Michael!" she shouted as soon as she saw all this.
Arthur does not answer.
"Michael? The Archangel Saint Michael?" the British soldier muttered, with fear in his voice: "What a joke! How could this kid be Michael!"
Arthur still doesn't answer. Silence doesn't make him weak, it makes him stronger, a silent power.
"Huh, nonsense! He's just a skinny brat!" Another British soldier also shouted.
However, these people said they didn't believe it, but they still couldn't help but doubt in their hearts.
Because they vaguely saw the extraordinary and brave essence hidden in this young man's body.