Chapter 1607: Metamorphosis in the Ultimate Battle Twelve
Chapter 1607: Transformation in the decisive battle (12)
Twenty-six years ago, in the year 500 AD, on the eve of Passover, in the Holy City of Camelot, the imperial capital of Pantolaken.
The old man sneaked out of the shadows and shot two sabers at the back of the necks of the two guarding knights. The two knights immediately fainted and fell to the ground. However, the old man quickly grabbed the cloaks of the knights and pulled on the armor of the guards.
Stop them before they completely hit the ground and make a loud noise.
After settling all this quietly, the old man stepped onto the pedestal of the Holy Sword, stretched out his arm, and was about to take down the terrifying Holy Sword entangled in the storm from the pedestal.
"Stop it, father!" Uther Pantolaken, the leader of the Knights of the East and Heavenly Knight, appeared and stopped the old man: "You know you want to take away this holy sword.
What does it mean?!"
"Of course I know." The old man turned around and smiled calmly. The old man's face was mostly hidden in the shadow formed by the hood, only his golden pupils shimmered in the darkness. The cold wind howled, making his eyes
The cloak and hood were whistling in the wind, but his hood was firmly fixed with a rope. No matter how it was blown by the strong wind, it never slipped off or revealed the old man's true appearance.
"The Storm Sword is the national treasure of Pantoracon. It is not only a symbol of national power, but also the patron saint of this sacred Camelot. Without the protection of its power, this city will probably fall in more than ten years."
Uther frowned, and his thin face became even more grim under the light of the lightsaber in his hand: "Since you know this, why do you still--"
"Because Camelot must fall." The old man replied firmly: "The secrets hidden in this city are too dangerous and terrible, but you young people know nothing about it and are stupid.
Spend your days peacefully."
"What are you talking about, father..." Heavenly Knight Uther frowned deeper, indicating that he didn't understand at all.
"When the time is right, you will naturally move." The old man ignored his son's dissuasion, walked directly to the pedestal, and pulled out the Holy Storm Sword.
The thunder and lightning storm guarding Camelot on the top tower began to weaken and was eventually annihilated. This white holy city full of magic was suddenly enveloped in a pale atmosphere.
"In about ten years, you will have a son." The old man continued, "He will become the king and the destroyer of the world. All of you firmly believe that the world can be redeemed and will become a better place."
, but in fact, everything is illusion.
Unchanging is the real truth.
Staying unchanged is the only way to avoid destruction in this world."
After finishing speaking, the old man jumped down from the window, landed in the night mist under the tower of the pure white holy city, and disappeared.
"Are you going to chase, Uther?" Sword Master Yak, who was still the deputy general at the time, chased in from outside the room and asked after seeing this scene.
"No, it's too late." Celestial Knight Uther sighed: "If my father wants to run away, I guess no one in this country can catch up with him."
Sword Saint Yake then looked at the void outside the window and thought about everything.
Today, twenty-six years later, in AD 526.
The old man woke up from his sleep, looked at the decaying rust of the sewer pipes, and exhaled.
"Grandpa?" The thin young man on the side was playing with the cat. Seeing that the old man had woken up, he came over and asked, "Grandpa, you have been sleeping for a long time. Is there anything wrong with your health?"
"Don't worry." The old man got up from the bed made of dirty rags, "Walter, I asked you to practice combat skills, have you finished them? Why are you still here leisurely playing with cats at this time?
?"
"Uh------" The thin child squinted his eyes: "Of course this kind of thing has been done."
"Done?" The old man looked at the young man with a slight anger: "I asked you to practice here for two hours, and you have finished all the exercises before the time is up? You really know how to joke with me.
Brat."
The young man stuck out his tongue.
"Continue your practice, I'm watching!" The old man took the kitten from the young man's hand and said, "If you don't complete ten thousand punch-strengthening exercises before this evening, you won't be able to have dinner!"
"Eh------! How can it be like this!"
"Listen, kid." The old man suddenly pressed his hands on the child's small shoulders with little muscle protection: "I picked you up from the street when you were dying. I taught you all this.
, so that you can be self-reliant. But are all the things I have done really just good deeds? Do you still remember what I want you to accomplish? Answer me."
"Uh..." the thin young man hummed: "Kill... the killer..."
"That's right. I have only one purpose in training you: to make you a killer." The old man's eyes were shining, but he kept his voice to a minimum and whispered to the thin young man: "We don't have much time left.
, this world will be destroyed soon. And the only thing you have to do is to kill the destroyer of this world to prevent this world from being destroyed. Grandpa cannot do this, only you can do it,
Do you understand?"
The thin young man swallowed his saliva and nodded slightly.
"So, Walter, answer me again, what is your purpose?"
Although extremely reluctant, the thin child still murmured in a low voice: "My mission is to kill the [World Destroyer] and prevent the destruction of this world."
"My mission is------" the young man took a deep breath and said: "Kill the King of Great Britain, Arthur D. Pantorakon."
Most of the old man's face was hidden in the shadows, his eyes narrowed into two slits, and he seemed to be smiling with satisfaction.
All this has been arranged.
At the same time, in Great Britain, in Prince Kay's mansion.
"Wow! ------" The Leopard Man boy jumped up from the bench, sweating profusely.
Things were harder than he imagined.
Counting this time, he has "died" thirty times in a row in the game. The last time he was hit in the head by the mad Husky's sword and died. The system has pain overload protection. Once it occurs,
Excessive nerve-damaging injuries such as being shot in the head will directly kick the player out of the virtual world of the game, so Hal automatically logged out of the system.
Everything seemed extremely hopeless. Hal never thought that after learning Uncle Evil Star's sword skills, Husky would become so strong. The dog-man boy Husky didn't even rely on the combat skills he had learned before.
To deal with it, he only used exquisite swordsmanship and extremely accurate combat intuition to defeat the leopard boy Hal.
No, maybe it's more than that. It will fail again and again, and Hal also has a lot of responsibility.
If he had just faced ordinary enemies, the Leopard Man boy might not have failed so far. But Huski is now controlled by the dragon's violent mind, and his attacks are cruel and ruthless. He uses extremely cruel methods to kill the Leopard Man boy every time.
He was tortured to death, so after Hal died several times, he gradually became timid.
Because of fear, he couldn't give it a go and hesitated every time he attacked, which in turn led to his continuous failures.
Because of the continuous failures, the Leopard Man boy began to feel depressed.
"Died again? How many times has this happened?" Xinghui Longshaxing still sat and watched with an indifferent expression. He saw Hal's look of loss, and even couldn't help feeling a little funny.
"I think you should give up. It will be dinner time in a few hours. Even if you don't rescue the puppy from the game, that muscular idiot Kai will do something."
"But," the leopard man boy looked at his evil uncle with an innocent face: "That means Husky has to be trapped in the game for several hours until dinner time. Even if Uncle Kai will save him
Come out, I don’t know if it will have any bad impact on him after these few hours."
"You think too much." Evil Star snorted. However, he had to admit that the Leopard Man boy's idea was not unreasonable.
The dog-man boy Husky is going crazy because of the influence of dragon scales. His consciousness has been trapped in the virtual world of the game, and he attacks everyone he sees. If this furious state lasts for several hours, God knows what will happen to a child's mind.
What bad effects will it cause?
But the evil star said that he would not interfere in this matter, and it was impossible for him to change his position at this time. Dragons are such a lump of stubbornness and self-esteem, and sometimes it is really inconvenient.
"Hal wants to try again, meow." The leopard boy looked at the Star Dragon thoughtfully, then lay down on the bench and was about to put on the hood.
However, his hands were shaking subconsciously. He was afraid of logging into the virtual world of that game again, and he was afraid of facing the crazy Husky again.
------He is afraid of being hurt by his friends again.
"Chirp~?" However, before he put on his hood, a small carp suddenly passed by his eyes, attracting Hal's attention.
"Pochi, wait a minute, meow." The Leopard Man boy said slightly depressed: "I can't play with you now. Let's wait until Hal rescues Husky, meow."
"Chirp!" The balloon fish swam back and forth in front of the leopard man boy slightly irritably, as if he wanted to say something.
"Pochi?"
"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!" The fish continued to scurry around, preventing the leopard boy from putting on his hood and logging into the game.
No, maybe it's just the opposite. The little carp wants to get into that hood.
Hal gradually understood: "Could it be that Pochi... you also want to help Meow?"
"Chirp!" Xiaoyu nodded.
"Don't make trouble, Pochi..." Hal frowned: "You are just a little fish. Even if you can log in to the game, what can you do to help meow? This game has a pain system.
Even you feel pain when you are injured, nya."
"Chirp." However, the little balloon fish still nodded seriously, as if taking all this as a matter of course.
"It's Meow." The leopard boy was stunned for a moment.
Indeed, in order to help friends, isn't this a natural thing? In the game, being hurt will feel painful, but in reality they will not really be hurt. No matter how painful or tiring, it is all in the virtual world of the game
It's just what happened. And as long as they don't give up, they can try unlimited times. ------So, why not?
In order to help your friends, how far can you go? A certain voice sounded in the mind of the Leopard Man boy.
He got angry, put on his hood again, lay down, and logged into the virtual world of the game with his pet little carp.