Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1607: Transformation to the ultimate battle (12)
Chapter 1607 The transformation to the ultimate battle (twelve)
Twenty-six years ago, in AD 500, on the eve of Passover, the capital of Pantola Kendi, in the holy city of Camelot.
The old man slipped out of the shadows and gave two hand knives at the same time to the necks of the two guarding knights. The two knights immediately fainted and fell to the ground. The old man swiftly pulled on the knights' cloaks, stopping the guards before their armor completely hit the ground and made a loud noise.
After quietly resolving all of this, the old man stepped onto the pedestal of the holy sword, stretched out his arm, and was about to take the terrifying holy sword wrapped in the storm from the pedestal.
"Stop it, father!" The head of the Pantoraken Eastern Knights, the Celestial Knight Uther Pantolaken even appeared, and stopped the old man: "You know that you took the hand away. Holy sword, what does it mean?!"
"Of course I know." The old man turned his head and smiled lightly. Most of the old man's face was hidden in the shadow formed by the hood, and only his golden pupils shimmered in the darkness. The cold wind whistled and whistled his cloak and hood, but his hood was fastened firmly with the rope, and no matter how the wind blew, it never slipped or revealed the old man's true form.
"The Storm Sword is the national treasure of Pantoracken. It is not only a symbol of national power, but also the patron saint of this sacred Camillo. Without the protection of its power, the city is estimated to fall in more than ten years. ."
Uther frowned, his already thin face became even colder under the light of the lightsaber in his hand: "Since you know this, why are you——"
"Because Camelot must fall." The old man replied firmly: "The secrets hidden in this city are too dangerous and too terrifying, and you young people know nothing about it, stupid. Live the day foolishly."
"What the **** are you talking about, father..." Celestial Knight Uther frowned deeper, indicating that he didn't understand at all.
"When the time is right, you will naturally move." The old man ignored his son's dissuasion, went straight to the pedestal, and pulled down the Storm Sword.
The lightning storm guarding Camelot on the topmost tower begins to subside and eventually annihilate. This white holy city full of magic was suddenly enveloped in a pale aura.
"In about ten years, you will have a son." The old man continued, "he will be king and the destroyer of the world. All of you believe that the world can be redeemed and changed. Better yet, in reality, everything is illusory.
No change is the real truth.
Immutation is the only way to keep this world from destruction. "
After speaking, the old man jumped down from the window, fell into the mist of night under the high tower of the pure white holy city, and disappeared.
"Are you going to chase, Uther?" Sword Saint Yake, who was still a lieutenant at the time, chased in from outside the room and asked when he saw this scene.
"No, it's too late." Heavenly Knight Uther sighed: "If my father wants to run away, it is estimated that no one in this country can catch up with him."
Sword Saint Jacques looked at the void outside the window, thinking about everything.
Twenty-six years later, in AD 526.
The old man woke up from his sleep, looked at the decadent rust of the sewer pipe, and exhaled.
"Grandpa?" The skinny teenager on the side was playing with the cat. Seeing that the old man woke up, he approached and asked, "Grandpa, you have been sleeping for a long time, are you healthy?"
"Don't worry." The old man got up from the bed made of dirty rags. "Walter, I told you to practice combat skills. Have you finished your practice? Why are you still relaxing here at this time?" Playing with cats?"
"Uh------" The thin child squinted: "Of course this kind of thing is done."
"Finished?" The old man looked at the boy with a little anger: "I told you to practice here for two hours. Before the time is up, will you finish all the exercises that you should do? Are you really going to be with me? Just kidding, stinky brat."
The teenager stuck out his tongue.
"Continue your practice, I'm watching!" The old man snatched the kitten from the boy's hand: "If you don't finish 10,000 times of intensive punching practice before this evening, don't want to eat it. Dinner!"
"Hey------! How can it be like this!"
"Listen, little devil." The old man suddenly pressed his hands and landed on the child's small shoulders with little muscle protection: "I picked you up from the street when you were dying. It was my church. All of you have given you a way to be self-reliant. But what I have done, is it really just saying good deeds? What do I want you to accomplish, do you remember? Answer me."
"Uh..." The thin young man hummed softly: "Kill...killer..."
"That's right. I trained you for only one purpose: to make you a killer." The old man's eyes shone brightly, but he kept the volume down, and whispered to the thin teenager, "We have the rest of the time. There is not much left, this world will soon be destroyed. And the only thing you have to do is to kill the destroyers of this world and prevent this world from being destroyed. Grandpa can't do this, only you can Do it, understand?"
The thin boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded lightly.
"So, Walter, answer me again, what is your purpose?"
Although extremely reluctant, the emaciated child murmured, "My mission is to kill [World Destroyer] and prevent the destruction of this world."
"My mission is------" The boy took a deep breath and said, "Kill the King of Great Britain, Arthur D. Pantoracken."
The old man with most of his face hidden in the shadows, his eyes narrowed into two slits, he seems to be smiling with satisfaction.
It's all arranged.
Meanwhile, Great Britain, at Prince Kay's mansion.
"Wow!------" The leopard boy jumped up from the bench, sweating profusely.
Things were harder than he thought.
Including this time just now, he has "died" 30 times in a row in the game. The last time he was struck in the head by a mad Husky's sword. The system has overload protection for pain. Once there is an excessive nerve damage such as a headshot, the player will be kicked out of the virtual world of the game, so Hal will automatically log out of the system.
Everything seemed desperate. Howl never imagined that Husky would become so strong after learning Uncle Shaxing's swordsmanship. The canine boy Husky did not even rely on the combat skills he had learned before to deal with it, but only used his exquisite swordsmanship and extremely accurate combat intuition to defeat the leopard boy Hal.
No, maybe more than that. There will be repeated failures, and Hal also has a great responsibility.
If only facing ordinary enemies, the leopard boy might not have failed so far. But Husky is now controlled by the violent mind of the dragons, and he is cruel and ruthless. Every time he uses extremely brutal methods to ravage the leopard boy to death, so after Hal died a few times, he gradually became timid. Woke up.
Because of fear, he couldn't let go, and he hesitated every time he attacked, which made him continue to fail.
Because of consecutive failures, the leopard boy became depressed.
"Die again? This is the first time?" Xinghui Longshaxing was still sitting next to him with a look of nothing to do with himself. funny.
"I think you'd better give up. It's dinner time in a few hours, and that's when Kay, that muscular idiot, will do something even if you don't go and get that puppy out of the game. "
" But," the leopard boy looked innocently at his evil uncle: "That would mean Husky would have to be trapped in the game for hours until dinnertime meow. Even if Uncle Kai would Rescue him, I don't know if it will have any bad effect on him in the past few hours."
"You think too much." Sha Xing snorted. However, he had to admit that the idea of the leopard boy was not without reason.
The canine boy Husky is mad because of the influence of dragon scales, his consciousness has been trapped in the virtual world of the game, and he will attack when he sees it. If this state of rage goes on for hours, God knows what bad effect it can have on a child's mind?
But Sha Xing said that he would not intervene in this matter, and he could not change his position at such a time. Dragons are such a condensed mass of stubbornness and self-esteem, and sometimes it is really inconvenient.
"Hal is going to try again meow." The leopard boy looked at Xinghuilong thoughtfully, then lay on the bench and was about to put on his hood.
However, his hands were shaking subconsciously. He was afraid to log into the virtual world of that game again, he was afraid to face the mad Husky again.
------He is afraid of being hurt by his friends again.
"啾~?" However, before he put on his hood, a small carp suddenly swept past him, attracting Hal's attention.
"Pochi, wait a little longer, meow." The Leopard boy said with a slightly depressing tone: "I can't play with you right now, wait until Hal rescues Husky, meow."
"啾!" The balloon fish swam a little irritably in front of the leopard boy, as if he wanted to say something.
"Pochi?"
"Tweet! Tweet Tweet!" The fish continued to run around, preventing the leopard boy from wearing a hood and logging into the game.
No, maybe just the opposite, the little carp wants to get into that hood.
Hal gradually understood: "Could it be that Pochi...you want to help me too?"
"Tweet!" The little fish nodded~IndoMTL.com~ Don't make trouble, Pochi..." Hal frowned: "You are just a little fish, even if you can log in to the game, you can still What can I do for you, meow? This game has a pain system, even you will feel pain when you are injured meow. "
"Tweet." However, the little balloonfish nodded earnestly, as if taking it all for granted.
"Yes meow." The leopard boy was taken aback for a moment.
Indeed, in order to help a friend, isn't it a matter of course. In the game, getting hurt hurts, but in reality they don't really get hurt. No matter how hard or tired, it's all what happened in the virtual world of the game. And as long as they don't give up, they can try endlessly. ------ So, why not?
How far can you go to help your friends? A certain voice sounded in the mind of the leopard boy.
In a fit of anger, he put on his hood and lay down again, and logged into the virtual world of the game with his pet carp.