Chapter 621: Ishruna Kills the God in the Painting World
He quite trusts Uther's intuition. After all, this mysterious thing has saved them both in battle more than once. But at the same time, Captain Grissom is also his most respected senior, and Darien still hopes that he can
The one who drew out the sword of choosing the king.
【Why--】
He raised his hand and scratched his head, and decided not to worry about this kind of thing anymore. Won't he know the result soon? Then there is nothing to worry about.
Suddenly realizing this truth, Darien felt as if a big burden had been lifted off his body, and his mind and soul became clearer.
………
Gleason stood in front of the stone platform, stretched out his thick calloused hands and grasped the hilt of the sword. These are the traces left by his years of practicing sword skills and exercising muscle strength, and it is precisely because no matter it is cold in winter or summer
Only after ten years of continuous practice and training can he be called the strongest man in Londinium.
He longs for power. He hopes to defeat the goblins so that humans will no longer become the slaves and playthings of the goblins. However, humans have limits. Maybe they can compete with the lower-level goblins through wisdom and means, but those higher-level goblins can't compete with them no matter what.
Unable to fight.
They have power that far exceeds that of humans. Even if they are known as the "strongest", they are just bigger caterpillars in front of the superior fairies, and they are not their enemies at all.
In the face of the huge gap in strength, defeating the goblins is just an illusory dream.
[Maybe this Sword of King Selection can realize your dream. 】
Gleason thought in his mind, and took a deep breath at the same time. The veins on his arms were knotted, looking like the roots of an old tree, and his brown skin shone with a metallic luster in the sun.
"drink--!"
A low roar came from his throat, and he mobilized all his strength to try to pull the Sword of King Selection out of the stone platform.
But no matter how hard he tried, the Sword of Choosing the King remained motionless. This was an identification technique set up by Mikael himself. As long as the conditions were not met, the sword could not be pulled out by any means.
Gleason's face turned red due to the surge of blood. The blood vessels on his forehead appeared like earthworms. There were also bloodshot eyes spreading. He looked like he was in danger of exploding at any time, but he didn't care about it.
I'm just trying hard to pull out the Sword of King Selection.
But after working hard for a period of time, facing the motionless Sword of King Selection, he could only choose to accept this cruel fact, and reluctantly gave up and continued to draw the sword.
After all, the people waiting in line behind him have already reached the gate of Londinium. If everyone is like him, they may not be able to finish trying until tomorrow morning.
"Captain Grissom actually failed!"
Darien stared dumbfounded at Gleason's lost figure as he left. He could hardly believe what was happening in front of him and felt that the idol in his heart had collapsed.
Although I knew that Uther's intuition was always accurate, I didn't expect it to be so accurate. It was just like the prophecy of the Mirror Clan goblin.
At this time, other people had come to the stone platform to draw their swords, but no one could pull out the Sword of King Selection. Mikael watched boredly as they walked forward with interest, and finally returned disappointed, feeling
This is a waste of your precious time.
Those who can pull out the sword of choosing the king only need to have the eight virtues of compassion, humility, honor, honesty, sacrifice, bravery, spirit, and justice at the same time. Unexpectedly, none of the hundreds of people can succeed. It is really a thing.
Something incredible.
【Did you set the standard too high?】
Mikael touched his chin, feeling annoyed for the first time because of his bad taste, but these are the eight virtues recognized by knights. If the king of Britain does not even possess the eight virtues, then he is still a hammer.
The King of Knights.
But then again, it actually makes no difference no matter who pulls out the Sword of King Selection. The King of All Britain is more like a decoration, it just looks good and has no actual use at all.
Just as he was wandering around to pass the time, the sudden movement of the Sword of Choosing King woke him up.
The one who was trying to draw the sword was a blond girl. The King's Sword was trembling slightly in her hand, but she still couldn't draw it out like the others.
Seeing this scene, Mikael was a little bit dumbfounded. If others did not pull out the Sword of King Selection because they did not meet the conditions, then the girl in front of him was unable to pull out the Sword of King Selection from the stone platform because of her weak strength.
It's just that this girl looks familiar, as if she has seen her somewhere.
After thinking for a while, Mikael remembered the name of this blond girl. If he remembered correctly, she should be called Heidi. She was once the plaything of a goblin from the Wind Clan. He and Tonelli accidentally happened to pass by that village.
She met the goblin who was torturing her and enjoying it.
Having lived in Britain, the Lostbelt, for more than two thousand years, Mikael has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. This is the status of human beings.
But for Tonellico's sake, he reluctantly rescued her, and then told her the way to Londinium, the only city in Britain that was sheltered by the savior and managed by humans.
It seems that not only did she arrive at Londinium safely, but her life is pretty good, at least much better than it was then.
Seeing that there are so many people behind her waiting to draw the sword, and I don’t know how long it will take to wait for someone with these qualities at the same time, I just let her draw the Sword of King Selection. There is no point in wasting time here anyway.
What's the meaning.
Mikael thought to himself, and quietly cast [Strengthening] magic on Heidi.
As for whether it is fair? Sorry, he made the King's Sword himself, and the final right of interpretation belongs to the organizer.
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Heidi felt that her arms had lost all feeling, and the skin on her palms was worn out, but even with all her strength, she could only barely shake the Sword of King Selection. She was still quite far away from pulling out the complete sword blade from the stone platform.
long distance.
But she didn't want to give up, she wanted to get closer to that person, even if she just stood next to him and watched.
Suddenly, an inexplicable warm current surged out of the body and traveled rapidly through the body. The fatigue of the body disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a steady stream of strength.
Swish——
She easily pulled out the Sword of King Selection and raised it high above her head. The dazzling light broke through the sky. Dots of golden particles emerged from people's bodies and the green grass beneath their feet, converging into a rushing torrent of light. Finally,
It condensed into a golden crown on Heidi's head.
The moment she pulled out the Sword of King Selection, everyone could not help but think of her name. This was the King of Britain who would soon rule humans and fairies.
For a moment, even the wind stopped flowing, and there was silence all around. You could hear a pin drop.
"King Heidi!"
Suddenly someone shouted loudly, breaking the silence.