Swish, swish, swish, swish! ---------- In the eyes of others, time only passed for about a short second, but the sword light flashed nearly a hundred times. It brought a continuous
, the sound of breaking wind overlapped so much that it was almost inaudible.
In the eyes of others, Arthur, this seemingly frail young man, turned into a ray of silver light and wandered among the group of English soldiers.
Then, after that moment, the group of soldiers were dismembered one after another. Some had their heads cut off directly, some were cut into two parts at the waist, some had a large wound on their necks and blood spurted out, some on their chests.
Some had a big hole in their fronts and started to burst from the inside out, and some had their hands and feet broken off and were lying on the ground screaming!
These soldiers never dreamed that they would be killed instantly by a young man! They never imagined that they would be cut into pieces so cruelly without even having a chance to resist!
However, the battle did end like this, it was over in an instant, it was over before it even started!
There were still two or three remaining British soldiers dozens of yards away, but these guys were not within the reach of Arthur's sprint just now, so Arthur had no way to kill these people too. However, he
It was enough, because he killed more than twenty people in an instant, causing a mental shock to the enemy that was unmatched by any military operation in the world! The remaining soldiers screamed and screamed,
Roaring and fleeing in all directions.
If this is a world with faith, then the words of the girl just now must have played the role it should have. After Arthur killed twenty people in an instant at a speed that no capable person could, the soldiers all believed that Arthur was
The so-called messenger of God is the incarnation of "Archangel Michael", so they are extremely afraid of Arthur and believe that everything that just happened is a miracle performed by the archangel!
(However, who can dare to say that it must not be the case? Not even Arthur himself!)
All the defeated soldiers in the group of remnants who could run ran away, and those who couldn't basically lay on the ground struggling, looking at the blood gushing from their wounds but unable to do anything. They could only wait there to die. It happened to be such a poor and backward little man.
Villages like to pile various types of firewood and fodder used to make fires and feed livestock between the village paths. Once they are ignited by sparks, the fire will immediately spread throughout the village, burning everything around them.
The soldiers who fell to the ground were quickly affected by the fire and burned one by one. Their struggle changed from struggling in a pool of blood to struggling in a sea of fire. What awaited them was just a painful death!
Arthur also knew that it would be bad to continue to stay in such a place. He turned around and saw that the girl was still in a daze. He couldn't help but rushed over and took the girl's hand, leading her towards the gap where the fire was not too strong.
Drill!
He had already exhausted his physical strength, and running in this place full of smoke and poisonous gas. After Arthur ran out of the fire scene, he immediately felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.
However, he escaped with a girl, and the lives of others were entrusted to his hands. Even if he had to bite the bullet, he had to send the girl to a safe place!
The girl didn't know whether she was tired because she had choked on the smoke or after using that powerful magic (or something similar to magic). She felt sleepy as soon as she escaped from the fire. Arthur finally pulled her away
Arriving in front of the big tree where she prayed before, the girl kneeled down on the ground desperately, "No, it can't be done. Lord Michael, I have to take a rest..."
Without waiting for Arthur to answer, she leaned against the tree trunk and fell asleep.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha," Arthur also took the opportunity to breathe for a while.
"I really just want to sleep." When he was able to speak again, Arthur couldn't help complaining.
"This girl is very unusual." The crow shadow of Merlin's familiar was still lurking on the tree trunk at this time. It couldn't help but said, and what it conveyed was of course Merlin's words: "Your Majesty, did you see it just now? She actually used
The magic of controlling time------"
"You still need to ask, I was in it just now." Arthur said angrily: "That is such a big barrier, and when I was inside, it seemed that I was the only one who could move?"
"She released a large amount of [time] from her body," Merlin analyzed: "This large amount of [time] released is completely concentrated on your Majesty, which is why you, Your Majesty, can use that incredible
Move quickly to kill enemies."
"What are you talking about, Merlin? Didn't she make everything around her still just now?"
"She didn't. In fact, she made you speed up. Your Majesty, you are in the acceleration of this world, and everything is of course close to stillness."
"Really?" Arthur finally understood at this time. Stillness and movement in this universe are inherently relative, and vary depending on the reference object. For Arthur who was moving at high speed, he just saw
The world seems to have stopped. But in fact, in the eyes of others, Arthur has actually become faster, so fast that it is impossible to see clearly.
The village was burning more and more, and the fire was soaring into the sky. Arthur looked into the distance, and saw that the group of British soldiers had escaped without a shadow, and there seemed to be another group of people on the other side of the horizon.
There is no mistake, that is the flag of the Kingdom of France. There are about ten people in the cavalry, and because they are all riding horses, they have plenty of mobility. Those French soldiers probably received the report that the village was attacked, so they rode
The horse must have come in a hurry.
"Your Majesty, you have to go." Merlin then reminded: "Based on your position, Your Majesty, if you encounter French soldiers here again, things will become very complicated."
"I know." Arthur had no choice but to get up from the ground. He felt that he had not rested enough, and his legs were still sore: "But where should we go? This wilderness is quite big."
"I have just ordered Harry to explore around. Walk a few kilometers southwest from here, and there will be a small town soon." Merlin said: "Your Majesty, sneak into the town at night, and prepare all the equipment and clothes first."
, and then think of ways to integrate into this world."
"It sounds like you don't have any plans yet..." Arthur couldn't help but hum.
"We really don't have any plan." The black crow shadow had already flown away from the tree, in order to lead Arthur the way: "To be honest, if you enter a new world without any identity like your Majesty, I
This is also the first time I've met you. I don't know what to do with you, Your Majesty. Maybe I should terminate this mission and bring you back to our original world as soon as possible."
"It's too late. Now that I'm here, I will never go back until I find Greenville." Arthur randomly picked up a scabbard from the battlefield just now, picked up the silver sword and trotted away.
.
Just at this time, there was a thunderbolt in the sky, and heavy rain began to fall in the sky that was already covered with dark clouds. The misty rain helped put out the fire in the village on the one hand, and on the other hand, it also allowed Arthur to escape quickly. He had already ran out.
It was at least three hundred yards away. No matter how good the vision of the French knights was, it would be difficult to see Arthur who had run away through the rain and fog from this distance.
"Captain!" One of the French soldiers had just quickly searched the burned village and immediately came back with a trembling report: "Everyone is dead! There are no survivors!"
"Except for this little girl." The leader of the French knights was now looking intently at the sleeping girl under the tree: "What a miracle."
"A miracle?" The knight who reported the report snorted blankly, but immediately forgot about the matter and replied concisely and accurately: "The group of British soldiers seemed to have been attacked by someone. They stayed in the village.
There were twenty-seven British corpses under the fire, and each of them had been slashed with a sword. Some of them were killed with one blow, and some were seriously injured that affected their ability to move. They could only wait to die in this fire."
The leading French knight frowned: "To defeat these British guys, you need at least a team of ten people, right? Which team did it?"
"No, there isn't any team..." The soldier who reported seemed a little embarrassed. Maybe it was because the facts he needed to report were too exaggerated, and even he himself didn't want to believe them?
"According to the confession of the British deserter we just captured, those twenty-seven English soldiers were all defeated by a handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes holding a silver sword."
"What? Boy?!" The captain seemed unwilling to believe his ears: "Are you kidding me? Boy?"
"I'm not joking, captain." The soldier who reported the report continued to emphasize: "That's what the British guys said. At that time, there seemed to be villagers in the village claiming that the boy was the Archangel Michael. The prisoners of war claimed
The boy's speed was astonishing, like lightning, and he knocked down more than 20 people in an instant!"
"A miracle?" the French knight captain hummed: "Perhaps only a miracle can save the current Kingdom of France."
When he said this, his eyes were always looking at the sleeping girl.
In 1420 AD, King Henry V of England and King Charles VI of France signed a treaty, stipulating that France was subordinate to Britain until the death of the king.
However, both kings died within a few months of each other.
Henry VI, who was only a few months old at the time, became the king of England and France at the same time. Charles VII, the crown prince of France, was unwilling to hand the country into the hands of a child, nor was he willing to hand over Henry VI to
In the hands of his teacher, the Duke of Bedford.
Therefore, a bloody battle is inevitable.
The British, along with the Burangdians, began to attack France, in the name of taking back their king, but in fact it was an unjust war of aggression.
Although the natural barrier of the Loire River temporarily blocked the invaders, anyone who understood the current situation could see that the situation in France was already over and it was only a matter of time before it completely fell into the hands of the British.
The French Crown Prince Charles VII took refuge in Chinon. He longed to go to Reims to be crowned King of France, but Reims had already fallen into the hands of the English.