After spending two minutes thinking about it, Dai Mao Wang determined that he had difficulty naming.
So, she used the simplest and crudest method to name her new power—organic synthesis.
"The power of the holy dragon!"
The power of the red dragon with sacred properties is referred to as the power of the holy dragon. The girl is very satisfied with this name. Everything about the name is secondary. The improvement in strength makes her feel happy.
[Named successfully.]
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Name: Kate Reinhardt (Artoria Pendragon)
Age:15(?)
Bloodline: Main World, Hisayas (containing red dragon blood)
Energy attributes: Power of the holy dragon, light of the soul.
Strength: Main World, Level 4 (Master Level).
Weapons: Holy Sword Excalibur (a masterpiece-level force weapon), Wind King Barrier (permanently solidified rune), Pseudo Avalon (special contract item).
Strength evaluation: Peak master level, starting to build the prototype of the field.
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After checking the panel, Artoria closed "Divine Grace".
Not feeling sleepy, she took out another swordsmanship secret book to ponder her thoughts.
Renn bought her three sword manuals at the auction last time. During this time, she studied hard and gained a lot. She believes that her "Sword Master" ability will break through from intermediate to advanced in the near future.
It's not that the secret book is that magical, but that she is on the verge of a breakthrough.
According to Renn, her swordsmanship foundation is very solid, she has rich practical experience, and has no shortcomings.
The only drawback is the lack of some powerful moves.
As a result, although her swordsmanship is superb, she still lacks a sense of suppression in hand-to-hand combat, and it seems that any servant can fight her resoundingly.
Well, she admitted that there was some truth to what he said.
Arturia was confident that after a while, without considering the Noble Phantasm, she would be able to suppress her with swordsmanship in hand-to-hand combat against her former self.
This is progress, the gradual strengthening of one's own strength.
Just like Ren said, no matter how powerful her original Noble Phantasm is, it cannot give her the power to save her hometown.
And as she continues to grow stronger, one day, the power of her casual Ping A will be able to surpass the light cannon she used to unleash at full strength, and even break through Avalon's defense...
[Guardian No. 1 has opened the dungeon mission in advance, do you want to participate? 】
This prompt sound appeared for the second time, leaving Artoria in a dilemma.
According to Renn, participating in dungeon missions is the fastest way to become stronger. As long as you don't die and complete the mission beautifully, you can make a comeback and reach the sky in one step.
However, she has asked the system. This is a dungeon mission started by Renn on his own initiative. If she participates, it will lead to some special changes in the mission.
And this change often means an increase in difficulty and danger...
After no response for a long time, the system dialog box disappeared from the mind of King Da Mao.
She knew that she would be reminded again in a few days. If she did not make a decision by then, it would be regarded as giving up.
………
Miso miso miso~
A burst of fast, rhythmic footsteps sounded on the stairs.
A dozen 7th Bureau deacons armed with Force firearms and serious expressions broke into a somewhat dilapidated tube building, and Cowboy Garcia reluctantly mixed in.
The group of them stopped in front of Room 304 on the third floor, and Princess Sophie immediately gave the cowboy a wink.
Boom, boom, boom!
Looking at the somewhat old wooden door, the cowboy stepped forward and knocked.
After several attempts, no one responded. Cowboy Garcia took a step back, and Director Jones immediately drew his silver cross sword.
Huh~
The third-level peak [Silver Rose Knight] took action decisively, a bright sword light penetrated the wooden door, sawdust and sawdust flew, and the wooden door panel suddenly made a cracking sound!
boom!
Director Jones raised his leg again and kicked the door panel with force. With a loud bang, a group of deacons rushed into the room shrouded in darkness with guns in hand.
"Where are the people?"
Cowboy Garcia held a gun in one hand and a glass tube lamp powered by Force crystals in the other hand, searching everywhere with the others.
The living room was lifeless and had an ominous atmosphere.
Finding nothing, everyone came to the only locked bedroom door.
Holding his breath, the silver sword in Director Jones's hand emitted a bright cold light. Hearing a clang, sparks burst out, and the sharp sword light cut off the door lock!
"careful!"
The bedroom door opened, and a biting cold air suddenly hit my face.
A layer of snow-white frost instantly formed on the floor, and an unknown shrill scream sounded, as if a group of ghosts were wailing in the darkness. Groups of strange black shadows quickly flew out of the bedroom and pounced directly on everyone!
Before the sticky black shadow even got close, everyone could smell a strange and pungent stench.
Bang bang bang!
Cowboy Garcia's pupils shrank, and the gunman's instinct made him immediately aim at the black shadow and start shooting.
The Force firearms roared, and the silver-plated demon-hunting bullets engraved with sacred texts flashed like silver arcs. All the bullets hit the target accurately, and the broken flesh and blood suddenly shot out!
Many deacons also fired, and for a while there was a loud sound of gunfire.
The demon hunting bullets swept across, and strings of blood splashed!
Sawdust was flying on the furniture, and there were pits on the walls. Dust shot out, and the black shadow was quickly wiped out.
Cowboy Garcia then looked down and saw a huge bat with a dark body and a pig-like face lying in a pool of blood. Their bodies were covered in cold air and their mouths were full of sharp teeth, which made people look intimidating.
Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief when a biting cold wind seemed to come from Jiuyou. The cold wind blew through the living room and countless ice spears with flashing cold light shot out from the bedroom!
"ah!!"
A deacon near the bedroom immediately screamed.
His body was as fragile as tofu. Hundreds of ice shuttles pierced his body and turned him into a hedgehog!
His flesh and skin were covered with dense wounds, but the coquettish blood was frozen on the surface of his body, forming a creepy and bloody ice sculpture of death!
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Dots of cold light and dense ice spikes drew the arc of death.
Just when these ice spikes were about to sweep across everyone, Princess Sophie raised her eyebrows, and a cloud of purple-black smoke rose from her jade palm.
"The flowers of the Black Sea are blooming!"
The mist condensed into a rose, and she threw it out. The purple-black rose expanded instantly in the air, spinning at high speed, sucking in the dense ice thorns like a black hole vortex, and swallowing them all!
After cracking this killing move, calm returned to the bedroom.
But the dark environment inside the bedroom door was like the mouth of a giant beast devouring life.
Not far outside the door, Director Jones took a breath, showed a warm smile on his face, extended his hand to the cowboy and invited:
"Mr. Garcia, you're welcome, please come in!"
"Director Jones, you'd better ask first!"
Cowboy Garcia was sweating coldly on his forehead, shaking his head desperately, refusing to go in and be used as cannon fodder to explore the road.
The two pushed each other around, hoping that the other would explore the way.
boom!
Princess Sophie got a little impatient, raised a slender and beautiful leg, and kicked the cowboy on the butt.
"Ah, this is murder! The boss will avenge me. If one of me dies, there are thousands of me!"
Cowboy Garcia shouted and entered the bedroom with a tragic face.
Not long after, he screamed a few more times, as if he was frightened. The people in the 7th game looked at each other, and then heard his trembling voice.
"Sa... safe!"
"Garcia, how's the situation inside?" Director Jones asked.
"It's a small scene, don't mention it. The room is quite cozy. Come in quickly. I'm a little hungry. After the search, we have to go home for supper."
Cowboy Garcia's voice became very enthusiastic and joyful.
Believe it or not!
The deacons looked at each other, and after a moment they approached with several glass tube lamps in their hands.
Before they even entered the door, everyone smelled the strong smell of blood, as if they had arrived at a slaughterhouse. After seeing the hell-like horrific scene inside, many young deacons turned pale and almost vomited.
The walls, furniture, seats, quilts and other items in the room were all dark red, which was the stain of dried blood.
There was also a pile of ice cubes of different sizes placed on the bed, which contained frozen intestines, heart, lungs, brain... various human organs and flesh and blood.
There are three human-shaped ice sculptures against the wall.
A middle-aged woman and two teenagers, all of them were smiling and "lifelike", except that there were blood lines on their skin, which were traces of sutures.
There was still some white unknown liquid remaining on the ice block where the two teenagers were frozen.
It's the residue on the ice, not the corpse inside the ice.
It is not difficult to imagine what the killer codenamed "Hanfeng" did to his family when he pretended to be the postman, and how psychopathic he was.
"Ugh~"
One of the younger-looking deacons couldn't help but retched, and the other people's faces also looked ugly.
Cowboy Garcia's bones were even more chilly. If Renn was killed by Han Feng, his fate might not be much better.
"Close the team and send someone to clean it up tomorrow."
Sophie's black eyes flashed with murderous intent, but then calmed down instantly.
………
The next day.
The golden morning light covers the sky, and the long sea of clouds ripples in the blue sky.
The temperature seems to be a little colder than before. On the green ground in the villa courtyard, a light layer of white frost has condensed on the branches and leaves of the flowers and plants.
"...This is the situation. The people in the 7th Bureau have been very busy recently and cannot provide us with much help."
In the living room, Cowboy Garcia reports to his boss.
"Really, I was a little scared when I heard your description."
Renne, who had just returned from the gentle land of Valkyrie, stretched out.
He took out a diamond-shaped crystal from the storage ring. The surface of the crystal had complex vein patterns and glowed as red as blood. He also took out a Force firearm and handed it to Cowboy Garcia.
"This is the blood core of the vampire Earl Gordon, and my previous gun."
"this……"
The cowboy took these two precious things and was about to say something when Ren immediately raised his hand to stop him and ordered:
"Garcia, you take Beatrice and the other servants in the villa and live in the building in the 7th Bureau. You will come back when you advance to the third level. As for Beatrice and the others, wait until I cut the body of 'Hanfeng' into pieces."
Come back after ten thousand days."
Princess Sophie said that the second impact was about to reach its peak, and there was not much power left to search for the killer in the 7th round.
But it's still okay to protect his men and servants.
"But……"
Holding the blood core and the Force firearm, Cowboy Garcia was a little moved.
Renn just patted him on the shoulder, interrupted him, and then said seriously: "I have seen your performance during this period, it is very good..."
"Boss, I believe you can kill him!"
Garcia's eyes turned red when he heard the boss's words of encouragement and joy.
"No, no, please don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to comfort or appreciate you. What I mean is - let you find a place to advance to the third level quickly and then come back to be cannon fodder.
Otherwise, you are such a weakling, you are not even qualified to be cannon fodder!"
Garcia: "..."
Impress your sister!
Although the boss's words were a bit heartbreaking, Cowboy Garcia knew it was for his own good.
He acted quickly. Half an hour later, he left the villa with his maid Beatrice, the cook, several guards and the gardener, and went straight to the 7th Bureau office building.
In such a big villa, Ren was left alone.
Ring ring ring~
Several strings of purple wind chimes swayed in the cool wind.
Ren was sitting in the deserted living room. Star-like light points vibrated inside his body and flickered outside his body. His angular face was reflected on the glass table.
His blue pupils were stained with darkness, and his black hair gradually turned white...
The magic knife was placed on the table, its blade shining with brilliant blue stars.
The Sword of Vowed Victory, the Indestructible Light of the Lake, the Lock of Heaven, the Red Rose that Breaks Demons, the Sword of Disobedience, the Distant Destruction of Dominance... One by one, the phantoms of the treasures and weapons surrounded the demons in the galaxy that haunted him.
The knife is looming...
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"This feeling is really intoxicating."
………
White Sands Military Camp.
Under the scorching sun, students were shooting targets on the shooting range.
The Daimao King took a deep breath, held the white gun "Moon Ring", one of the black and white twin flowers, and aimed at the bullseye 200 meters away. His green eyes narrowed slightly.
After adjusting the angle slightly, she decisively pulled the trigger.
boom!
The armor-piercing bullet whizzed by in an instant, with a loud sound, air waves surging, the target trembling slightly, and a hole was revealed in the middle of the red heart!
"Yeah, another 10 rings! 9 times in a row, Kate, you are so awesome."
Misha, the roommate of King Da Mao, clenched her fist and waved it vigorously. Other students also showed admiration.
Although she had never touched a gun before, after only one week of learning, Artoria's marksmanship had reached a level that an ordinary student could pass perfectly according to the instructor's standards.
However, the girl is not very complacent. The gun in her hand is a "masterpiece level" Force firearm with excellent performance.
In addition, she is a fourth-level high-level transcendent, so her performance is not an exaggeration.
Arturia walked aside.
Beside the shooting range, the heat wave was rolling, the unshaven "Weirdo" Zolo, with a weathered look on his face, was wearing the shabby gray leather jacket. He had a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the students who were practicing shooting from time to time.
"Instructor Zoro, I hope you can teach me some more advanced shooting techniques."
Walking to his side, Dai Mao Wang sincerely asked for advice.
The strange hero Zorro held the cigarette with his remaining left hand, stared at the fair-skinned, beautiful and petite girl in front of him, and sighed:
"Originally I was too lazy to pay attention to you, but you are nothing like your cousin--Ryan Ackerman."
"Has he ever offended you?"
"Strictly speaking, no. Even if it weren't for his plan, I really wouldn't have been able to kill Marcelo, that damn traitor... He taught me a good lesson at that time.
However, this arm of mine is the price I pay for eliminating harm to the people." Zoro's expression was a bit self-deprecating.
"Do you regret doing harm to the people?"
"No, I just felt deeply afterwards that my wisdom and ability were insufficient, and my overall outlook was extremely poor. I couldn't even escape as quickly as others.
When I just realized it, the ghouls could no longer see the taillights of Ren and Sig's cars, so they could only vent their anger to me...
So I gave up my free life, joined the 7th Bureau, and worked hard to learn war theory, tactics and strategies to re-arm myself and find a backer."
The strange hero Zolo said mockingly to himself and shook his head slightly.
"I admire you."
Artoria said very sincerely, just telling the truth, without any intention of flattering.
She knew he was a hero, a real hero!
Perhaps due to the effect of the "light of the soul" in her body, she even felt and saw the integrity, protection, chivalry, uprightness and other beliefs condensed in Zorro.
The strong belief is almost as real as it is shocking.
This man has been fighting for the justice and belief in his heart.
For twenty years, he had no regrets, remained steadfast, slandered, misunderstood, injured, tired... none of these could defeat him.
Even Artoria has respect.
Zorro has been constantly smeared and smeared by his arch-enemy Marcelo "Ghost Hand" and the Skeleton Gang.
The Strange Man didn't know how strange his behavior was...but except for the first few years and nearly twenty years later, he was never regarded as a hero by the residents of the plains.
But when they are hurt by others, only he will be the first to rush out to protect them and do his best.
"Girl, since you want to learn, come with me."
Throwing away the extinguished cigarette butt, the strange hero Zoro took a deep look at Artoria, turned around and walked away.
Maybe the girl in front of me didn't realize that she had a potential.
With a trace of expectation in her eyes, Daimao Wang immediately followed her. At this time, she had not yet realized what impact this learning would have on her.
