Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1885: Iron Maiden (3)


Chapter 1885 Iron Maiden (3)

"Master Apostle!""Master Gabriel!""Master Saint in the Stone!"

Before Arthur could say anything, the group of people cried out in unison, and each had their own name, as if they had different beliefs from different religions around the world, but they had the same object of worship. ?

"You must be joking with me..." the King of Knights muttered. Of course his muttering was so low that only the people next to him could hear him, and there was no one else beside him but Joey.

Hearing Arthur's rant, Joey, who was beside him, rolled his eyes smartly, but didn't express any opinion.

Arthur was in a lot of trouble at the time, but he's now a guest of the Myerson Brotherhood and begging for it. He had to reluctantly sat down at the long dining table and dined with the group of scholars, businessmen, and officials.

The ensuing dinner time was a torment. Arthur himself is the king of Great Britain (nine hundred years ago), and as a king, he does need to attend various public occasions from time to time, and he should be able to cope with such dinners with ease. However, attending the banquet as a king is completely different from attending the banquet in his current special status. Now he is not treated as a king of a country, but as an idol of some kind of religious worship, or as a messenger of the gods. So when the Myerson Brotherhood began to ask all sorts of questions of a religious nature, King Arthur couldn't help feeling a lot of pressure.

What's more, the Myerson Brotherhood is a multi-faith (even atheist) organization that is a mixture of multiple forces. These people believe in different gods, so how can they reach a consensus on a certain religion-related issue?

"Does God really exist?" "What does God look like?" "Where does the sage come from?" "The sage came to the mortal world, is there any special task to complete?"

A lot of questions are being asked one after the other. Arthur didn't want to answer.

But Arthur, who listened to these people's questions while eating, knew that these people wouldn't shut up if they didn't say anything. So he put down the knife and fork in his hand and said suddenly:

"Listen. I know you have tons of questions, and I can't answer them all. Well, I'll tell you what I know. Right or wrong is up to you.

First of all, in your world, there is indeed a god.

What he looks like, I can't say.

What abilities he has, I can't say.

What he intends to do, I can't say.

There are devils in this world too—the devils are vicious, cunning, and eager to prove how right they are.

As far as I know, this world is a game between gods and demons.

The devil believes that human nature is evil, greedy, and hopeless. He made a bet with God that God's creations were not so perfect and that they must be destroyed.

As long as people are given free will, people will fall into darkness - even if they were born of goodness and taught to always walk the path of goodness.

God believes that there are truly good people in the world. No matter how they are influenced by the outside world, these people can eventually control themselves. These people were able to hold on to their goodness even in the last moments of their lives.

A person with free will is good or evil, which needs to be proved by experiments.

To prove the devil wrong, God allowed this game to exist.

Our world will gradually go from prosperity to destruction.

Until the last moment before the destruction of the world, the devil will use various means to tempt people, deceive people, and make people fall;

And God does nothing, can't do anything. The condition for starting this 'fair' game is precisely that [God cannot use his power to interfere with a man of free will].

All of you, before the final hour comes, you may be faced with a choice. ------ Always maintain a conscience and choose the right path of kindness? Or driven by all kinds of coercion and temptation, in order to survive, degenerate into a demon?

The choice is always in your hands, and not even God has the right to interfere.

And your choices will affect the outcome of this game.

Your choice may allow the devil to win the final victory, allowing the devil to prove to God that human nature is so evil and greedy, so irredeemable.

So, when the appointed time comes, how will you choose?

"

Thus, those people fell into silence and never continued to ask. It's not that they didn't have more questions to ask Arthur, it's just that the biggest question Arthur left kept them brooding.

After speaking, Arthur also finished his dinner and stood up from the table: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry. Have a nice evening."

He strode out of the dining room without looking back. Just leave those people thinking about it, Arthur thinks it's best.

"What a wonderful speech." As Arthur walked in front, Joey followed.

"Just made up to keep them from bothering me," Arthur said. Although everything he said was very similar to the expression of the mysterious old man J before. Of course there's a bit of cheering, to make those descriptions more dramatic, to be able to yell at the Myerson Brotherhood.

"Is that so? That's not bad." Joey didn't express any opinion, he just replied casually: "Master Aslan, do you want to bathe and change after dinner? Or go for some fun? Whether it's a bathhouse or a recreational setting , this base is all there, I can lead the way."

"That kind of thing is avoided." Arthur turned his head and gave Joey a white look, "It would be more reliable for you to take me to get a few weapons. I know you can't open your treasure trove without the key, but In addition to the treasure vault, there must be other ways to get a few weapons, right?"

"Of course there are ordinary weapons, but the storerooms only store more valuable treasures." Joey said, "Please come with me, Lord Aslan. The armory is here."

After speaking, Joey ran to the front in a few small steps and turned right at the end of the front corridor. At that time, Arthur was actually walking very fast. He was in a hurry to escape from the group of people in the Brotherhood who kept asking him, so he walked too fast. Unexpectedly, the kid Joey Zuster was more dexterous and agile than the current Arthur, and he passed Arthur so easily.

"Humph." Although a little upset, Arthur silently chased after him.

The Brotherhood's base built inside a hollowed-out cliff isn't really that big. If it were too large, it would defeat its purpose of concealment. Moreover, the essence of the Myerson Brotherhood is still a group of scholars. They are not combatants. Of course, the armory in this base is not as large as that of a regular military base.

Actually, this small room, less than thirty feet square, illuminated by a dozen oil lamps, is estimated to contain no more than a hundred weapons. Broken metal is not really, but they are indeed some ordinary iron without the slightest enchantment, and the workmanship is not even exquisite.

The civilization of light in this world is very backward. People still use the most primitive forge to forge iron ingots into weapons, and there is no additional process of strengthening weapons. While Arthur thought about it, he had already picked up a slightly rough dagger in his hand, and the blade was not fully sharpened. Its power is really uncomplimentable. It is estimated that the armor on the opposite side is a little thicker, and the short sword can't cut it.

"Lord Aslan?" Joey asked curiously as he watched Arthur stay.

"Um...that's not good. It's okay to use it to block the opponent's attack. It's a fantasy to use it to kill the enemy."

"Lord Aslan, maybe you can try a heavier weapon?" the child asked again. Ask naively.

"Well, Joey, if you think I am some kind of saint, with innate divine power, you will be disappointed." Arthur smiled indifferently: "This weak body can carry a weapon that can be freely wielded, basically. Only this kind of dagger."

The handsome young Jin raised his eyebrows in confusion: "But Lord Aslan, didn't you defeat the True Ancestor...? The Seventh True Ancestor Vandermian?"

"That's the power of the holy sword [Seraph]. The [divine] power dedicated to killing demons." Arthur explained, "I don't know if your grandfather described the details of the battle to you and your father. , anyway, that sword is very special, it can't be swung by brute force."

"Is that so?" Joey was even more astonished: "However, when grandpa tried to retrieve the holy sword, he said that the sword was too heavy to move. The person who sealed the divine power of the holy sword reluctantly brought it back to the Brotherhood base."

"Oh. I don't find it strange at all." King Arthur replied calmly.

Of course. If the holy sword [Seraph's Sword] given to Arthur by the mysterious old man J has the same structural principle as Arthur's original [King's Sword], then it uses a special technology to [borrow] the photons of another world. came into this world.

The massive amount of photons gushing from the sword will lock the sword firmly in its original space~IndoMTL.com~ making it so "heavy" that it can hardly be moved, only Arthur has special power. Only people of physique can handle that special weapon. In fact, why Arthur can hold his king's sword has been a mystery that has not been fully solved since a long time ago.

Merlin did tell Arthur, because Arthur is a [no demon], there is a layer of photon vacuum area around the body, this vacuum area will cancel the effect of the holy sword, so that the holy sword should be locked in space. Swords can be moved. But this statement itself brings another mystery: How did the photon vacuum area around Arthur's body come from?

Let's not mention these. The King of Knights sighed, put down the short sword, and turned to pick another weapon. If the attack power of this rough dagger cannot be expected, then Arthur can only rely on other equipment to make up for it and increase his tactical means.

A good shield is very necessary. Using the shield to block the opponent's attack, Arthur can pick up the unsharp dagger, take the opportunity to counterattack, and even hit the enemy's vital parts with a killing blow.

The King of Knights turned his gaze to the corner of the armory, on a small rusted shield.

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