877 The different directions of the holy sword and the scabbard (700 monthly tickets)
When the war was completely over, the rain had stopped, and Mordred's body was lying flat on the ground. The spear inserted in her chest had not been removed, and the blood had gradually begun to solidify in her wound. The peaceful body Her face seemed to tell others that her death was not painful.
Artolia just stared blankly, neither crying nor speaking.
"My king." A voice rang in her ears, it was Bedivere.
Perhaps it was because of her loyalty that she was protected, or perhaps it was the blessing of the Creator. In the melee just now, although she was knocked to the ground, she only lost consciousness and did not die. Even except for the armor, she was a little bit Apart from her look of embarrassment, she didn't even have any injuries on her body... one has to wonder whether she had to add all her attribute points to dodge to be able to achieve such a result.
"Bedivere, it's great that you are still alive." Artolia's eyes finally shifted away from Mordred's body. She had never seen Bedivere before and thought that the other party had also died in the battle. , the grief in my heart somewhat weakened with the appearance of this knight.
"King, it's time for us to go." Belleville called softly. From Vivian's mouth, she not only learned about Morgan's plan... but also learned about the intricate and taboo love, and the deep sorrow for Wang. Have experience.
"Yes, we really should leave this place." Artolia slowly stood up and glanced at the corpse on the ground. Just one glance contained all her emotions.
This life has been missed and can never be made up for, but she cannot be depressed because there are still people waiting for her, and she has something more important than her own life to protect.
Just when she stood up, Artoria suddenly frowned and almost fell to her knees again.
"King!" Bedivere's expression changed, and he supported him reflexively.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." Artolia turned around and chuckled to reassure the other party. "Let's go, they are still waiting for us. This time, we must not miss it." "Yes, King, I will protect you. You to the end!"
The loyal knight uttered a whisper, which represented her extremely firm determination.
When Artolia and Bedivere returned to the forest trail where they had separated from Lin Luo before, they found that Lin Luo seemed to have never left, standing there holding the baby and waiting quietly, while Lin Luo looked at Their figures fell, they didn't say anything, they just smiled slightly.
"As promised, I'm back." Artolia walked up to him and said softly, but after saying that, she fell down softly as if she had lost all her strength.
Lin Luo stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and when he looked over, he saw bright red blood dripping from the tiny wound on the girl's forehead, dripping down her cheek and onto the ground.
"King?!" Bedivere suddenly exclaimed. Although she had noticed something was wrong with Artolia when she came just now, she originally thought that it was just the fatigue after the war as she said, but now it seems that there is nothing wrong with it. It’s the injury caused by the Sword of Victory!
Among the ten holy swords given by the Lady of the Lake, the Wheel of Victory Sword is not the most powerful, but it is definitely the most "damaging". Once an enemy is injured by it, even if it only cuts a small The wound, the veins and nerves inside it will be destroyed after a while, and it is difficult to stop the bleeding from the wound. If it is only cut on the hands and feet, there may not be a life-threatening danger. Although the hands and feet are definitely disabled, but If it is cut on the head, then I'm sorry, the necrosis of the brain is already irresistible and cannot be saved by gods.
And Artolia was stabbed in the forehead with a sword, and the result was obvious.
"I……
King!" Bedivere has a full understanding of the Wheel of Victory Sword. At this moment, seeing Artolia's injury, her face turned pale, her knees went weak and she knelt down, tears streaming down her face. Although her
His personality did not tarnish the chivalry he believed in, but as a result... in the end, he still failed to protect his king!
"Don't worry, Bedivere." At this moment, a voice that was not loud but full of power sounded in her ears. She looked instinctively and saw Lin Luo looking at her with a smile.
I had already expected it, so I made preparations from the beginning. Although I can't change the predetermined ending, some things can still be done."
"Then my king." After hearing this, Bedivere immediately stood up, with hope in his eyes.
"Well, I won't let her die." Lin Luo nodded and handed the baby in her arms to her.
Bedivere took the baby and gently stepped aside.
Lin Luo, on the other hand, hugged Artolia's waist and stared at her eyes that had lost their aura and were a little blurry. Considering that Artolia would not give her all in the battle, or even if she tried her best, she would not be able to survive.
He wanted to retreat, so Lin Luo used the power of his mind to solidify the energy of the scabbard dispersed in his body and send it to Artolia's mouth at that time of farewell.
The power of the scabbard can protect Artolia from harm, but what he transports is only a drop in the bucket. Even if minor injuries can be resolved, the injuries caused by the Wheel of Victory Sword can only temporarily kill him.
For her to completely recover, the only way to do this is to return the scabbard to her. There is currently only one way.
"This moment is the time for you and me to make a choice. On one side is the end of death, and on the other is a road of no return full of thorns. Are you willing to embark on that road with no end in sight?"
Lin Luo stroked the hair on the girl's forehead and asked softly.
Artolia said her answer without hesitation, "No matter when and where, no matter the ends of the world, even the end of hell, I am willing." Lin Luo smiled slightly, closed her eyes and lowered her head, wěn
Lived her cherry chun.
"The contract of the heart is activated, and the contract mode is launched." Under the influence of the contract, Artolia, who was already on the verge of death, glowed with an extremely dazzling golden light, which made people dare not look directly at it.
Her weak eyes became radiant at this moment, and a sword and a scabbard appeared on her left and right sides respectively, glowing like treasures.
At the moment of beauty, Artolia stared at the scabbard that she had not seen for a long time. She smiled brightly and said to Lin Luo, "It turns out that the scabbard that can protect me has always been by my side."
"What can protect you is neither me nor the scabbard, but your own heart.
"Lin Luo took a few steps back, then spread his hands and looked at the person opposite. "Then let's start choosing, Artolia, do you choose the indestructible holy sword, or the indestructible scabbard?"
"I choose." Artolia stretched out her hand to the right without any hesitation. "I choose the scabbard!"
Although only the power of attack can achieve victory, it may not bring happiness. What I need now is not a simple victory, but to protect the important people and make the man I love deeply happy. This is the only way
Only the scabbard can do it!
"In the name of Artoria, choose the scabbard!" The girl held the scabbard tightly and spoke loudly.
At this moment, a figure emerged from the girl's body, with blond hair and armor. It was a person exactly like her, and this person stretched his hand to the left, "In the name of King Arthur, choose the Holy Sword!"
"How could it happen?!" Lin Luo looked at this scene without saying a word, as if he had known it for a long time, but Bedivere was shocked. The king turned into two people. This kind of thing is simply a fantasy!
Ignoring the surrounding situation, Artolia and Arthur turned around and looked at the people who looked exactly like themselves opposite. They just looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.
This situation is not a split of personality, but a different choice. They are both the same person, complete but incomplete. One of them chooses to move forward as a human, while the other chooses to move forward as a king. Each path has its own trajectory.
, and the heart of the world only exists in Artolia's body.
Then, when the two turned around again and faced each other...
"The agreement is completed, the current contract owner and the contractee have reached a mutual agreement, the current contract owner has obtained the bond of the binding sword, and the current contracting party has obtained the certification of binding ~ the protection of the scabbard."
Contract owner Lin Luo:Walker (lv2)
Physical strength:b
Mental strength:a
Comprehensive strength: Intermediate spirit level Proof of restraint: Angel's Nose, Peerless Light, Benevolence, Sword Bond Level Upgrade: Need to complete three more agreements.
Contractor: Artolia Physical strength: a
Mental strength:a
Comprehensive strength: Proof of advanced spiritual level restraint: Sheath of the heart to protect the world: Heart of courage (number one, glorious form, original intention)
After the contract was completed, Artolia regained the protection of the scabbard, and all her injuries were instantly healed. The complete release of the restraining seal further improved her strength, but... King Arthur, who was going against her, had her forehead...
Blood began to ooze out and he fell softly.
She chose the holy sword and was not affected by the power of the scabbard, so she could only wait for death.
Lin Luo supported her body and made her sit against the tree, holding her delicate hand and looking at her.
"Don't show such an expression. This is all my choice. You can't help it, can you?" Wang looked at the apologetic eyes of the person in front of him, smiled softly, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch Lin.
Luo's face: "Do we still have a chance to meet again?"
"Of course, we can meet again in the future."
"Then I'm relieved." Wang Lu smiled happily and looked to the other side. "Child, let me take a last look at the child. That is also my child, right?" Artolia hugged the child over.
, squatting down gently, tears filling her eyes, "Of course, this is your and my child."!
