Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1486: The Brave New Century 1st

Chapter 1486 Brave New World (4)

Swish swish swish! ---------In the eyes of others, the time has only passed for a short second, but the sword light flashed nearly a hundred times. It brought a continuous, almost inaudible, overlapping sound of breaking wind.

In the eyes of others, Arthur, this seemingly weak boy, turned into a silver light and wandered among the group of English soldiers.

Then, after that moment, the group of soldiers were dismembered one after another. Some had their heads cut off, some were cut in half, and some had a large wound on their neck and blood spurted wildly. , Some had a big hole in their chest and started to burst from the inside out, and some had broken hands and feet, lying on the ground screaming!

These soldiers never dreamed that they would be killed by a teenager! They would never have thought that they were so cruelly chopped up without even having a chance to resist!

However, the battle did end like this, it was over in an instant, and it was over before it even started!

A few dozen yards away, there were two or three remaining British soldiers left, but these guys were not within the reach of Arthur's sprint, so Arthur had no way to kill them all. . However, he has done enough, because he killed more than 20 people in an instant, causing a mental shock to the enemy, which is unmatched by any kind of military action in the world! The remaining soldiers exclaimed, screamed, roared, and fled.

If this is a world of faith, then the girl's words just now must have played its role. After Arthur killed 20 people in an instant at a speed that no one could, the soldiers all believed that Arthur was the so-called messenger of the gods and the incarnation of "Archangel Michael", so they were extremely afraid of Arthur, Believe that what just happened is the miracle performed by the archangel!

(However, who can say that it must not be? Not even Arthur himself!)

Those who were able to run ran away, and those who couldn't escape were basically lying on the ground and struggling, watching their wounds gushing blood but unable to do anything, they could only wait there to die. It just so happens that this poor and backward small village likes to stack all kinds of firewood and fodder for feeding the livestock between the paths of the village. Once they are ignited by sparks, they will immediately spread the flames wildly throughout the village, burning everything around them. Those soldiers who fell to the ground were quickly affected by the fire, and they burned one by one. Their struggles changed from struggling in a pool of blood to struggling in a sea of ​​fire. What awaited them was a painful death!

Arthur also knew that it would be very bad to stay in this kind of place. He turned around and saw that the girl was still in a daze. He couldn't help but rushed over and took the girl's hand, leading her towards the fire that was not too strong. Drill in the gap!

He had already exhausted his physical strength, and in addition to running in this place full of smoke and poisonous gas, Arthur felt dizzy immediately after running out of the fire, and almost didn't fall to the ground.

However, he ran away with a girl, and the lives of others were entrusted to his hands. Even if he had to bite the bullet, he had to send the girl to a safe place!

The girl didn't know if she was tired from choking on the smoke, or from using that powerful magic (or something similar to magic), and she was sleepy just after escaping the fire. Arthur finally pulled her to the big tree where she was praying before, and the girl had fallen to the ground desperately, "No, no, Lord Michael, I have to rest..."

Without waiting for Arthur to answer, she leaned against the tree trunk and fell asleep.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha," Arthur also took the opportunity to catch his breath.

"Sleep if you say sleep." When he was able to speak again, Arthur couldn't help but complain.

"This girl is very unusual." Merlin's familiar crow shadow was still lurking on the tree trunk at this time, it couldn't help but said, and of course it was Merlin's words: "Did you see it just now, Your Majesty? She actually used a magic trick to control time------"

"Why don't you ask, I was in it just now." Arthur said angrily: "It's such a big barrier, and when I'm inside, it seems that only I can act?"

"She released a large amount of [time] from her body," Merlin analyzed: "The large amount of [time] released is completely concentrated on your own body, Your Majesty, so that you can use that An incredible speed to move quickly and kill enemies."

"What are you talking about, Merlin? Didn't she just stop everything around her?"

"She didn't, in fact she accelerated you. Your Majesty in the acceleration, you are in this world, of course everything is close to still."

"Is that so?" Arthur understood at this time. The stillness and movement in this universe are originally relative, and they vary depending on the reference object. For Arthur, who was in high-speed motion, the world he just saw seemed to stand still. In fact, in the eyes of others, Arthur is actually getting faster, so fast that he can't see clearly.

The village is burning more and more prosperously, and the fire is soaring into the sky. Arthur looked into the distance, the group of British troops had escaped without a shadow, and on the other side of the horizon, there seemed to be another group of people.

You can't be wrong, that's the flag of the Kingdom of France. The cavalry team consisted of about ten people, and because they all rode on horses, they had plenty of mobility. Those French soldiers must have received the report of the attack on the village, so they came in a hurry on horseback.

"Your Majesty, you must go." Merlin then reminded: "From your position, Your Majesty, if you encounter French soldiers here again, things will become very complicated."

"I know." Arthur had to get up from the ground, feeling that he hadn't rested enough, his legs were still sore: "But where should we go? This wilderness is quite big."

"I have just ordered Harry to look around, walk a few kilometers to the southwest from here, and there will be a small town soon." Merlin said: "Your Majesty, sneak into the town at night, first put all kinds of equipment and clothes Now that you're ready, let's find a way to integrate into this world."

"Sounds like you don't have any plans yet..." Arthur snorted.

"We really don't have any plans." The black crow had already flown away from the tree, in order to lead the way for Arthur: "To tell the truth, like Your Majesty, you have entered a new world without any identity. This is the first time I've seen the situation. I don't know what to do with your Majesty. Maybe I should end this mission and bring you back to our original world as soon as possible."

"It's too late. Now that I'm here, I won't go back if I don't find Greenville." Arthur picked up a scabbard from the battlefield just now and carried the silver sword on his back. A trot.

At this time, a thunderstorm struck the sky, and the already cloudy sky began to rain heavily. The misty rain helped put out the fire in the village on the one hand, and on the other hand, it also allowed Arthur to escape quickly and smoothly. He had already run away at least three hundred yards. Even if the French knights had good eyesight, it would be difficult to see Arthur running away from this distance through the rain and fog.

"Captain!" A member of the group of French soldiers had just finished searching the burned village, and immediately came back tremblingly to report: "Everyone is dead! There are no survivors!"

"Except for this little girl." The leader of the French knights is now staring at the girl sleeping under the tree: "It's a miracle."

"Miracle?" The knight who reported it snorted blankly, but immediately put the matter behind him, and replied concisely and accurately: "Someone seems to have attacked that group of heroes. Twenty-seven British corpses were left in the village, each of which was slashed with swords. Some of them were killed in one blow, while others suffered serious injuries that affected their ability to move, and could only survive in this fire. Wait to die."

The leading French knight frowned: "It takes at least a ten-man team to defeat these British guys, right? Which team did it?"

"No, no team..." The soldier who reported it seemed a little embarrassed, perhaps because the fact that he needed to report was too exaggerated, even he himself did not want to believe it?

"According to the confession of the British army deserter just caught, the twenty-seven British soldiers were all defeated by a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes and a silver sword."

"What? Boy?!" The captain also seemed unwilling to believe his ears: "Are you kidding me? Boy?"

"I'm not kidding, Captain." The reporting soldier continued to emphasize, "That's what the British guys said. At that time, there seemed to be some villagers in the village claiming that the boy was the Archangel Michael. The prisoner of war claimed that the teenager's speed was astonishing, like lightning, knocking down more than 20 people in an instant!"

"A miracle." The French knight captain hummed: "Perhaps only a miracle can save the current kingdom of France."

When he said these words, his eyes were fixed on the sleeping girl.

In 1420 AD, King Henry V of England signed a treaty with King Charles VI of France, which stipulated that France should be attached to England until the death of the king.

However, the two kings then died within a few short months of each other~IndoMTL.com~ Henry VI, who was only a few months old at the time, became king of both England and France. Charles VII, Prince of France, was reluctant to hand over the country to a child, nor to hand Henry VI over to his teacher, the Duke of Bedford.

Therefore, a **** battle is inevitable.

The British, along with the Bryantians, began their attack on France, ostensibly to retake their king, but in reality it was an unjust war of aggression.

Although the natural barrier of the Royal River temporarily blocked the invaders, anyone who understood the current situation could see that the French at that time was over, and it was only a matter of time before it completely fell into the hands of the British.

Charles VII, the French crown prince, took refuge in Chinon, and he longed to go to Reims to be crowned king of France, but Reims had already fallen into the hands of the English.

France is going through the darkest period in its history.

The only one who can save France is------

Miracle.