Seeing the King of Knights appearing in front of him, Othello was stunned for half a second at first, thinking that what he saw was an illusion.
Then he reacted and said: "Your Majesty King Arthur. How did you get here?"
"It's not because you were calling for help. I heard you." The King of Knights said, "Okay, let's save you first. Stay there and don't move."
Othello, who was still struggling feebly, listened to the King of Knights' advice and stopped.
And King Arthur raised the scabbard, and with a bang, a photon explosion was scattered around. The golden light overflowed from the scabbard at high speed and dispersed in all directions. Although it seemed to be very powerful, it was actually harmful to the human body.
But there was no harm. But where the golden photon explosion touched, the scarlet thorns began to wither, and then turned into ashes and scattered. The light naturally also covered Othello's side, so it wrapped around Othello's body.
The thorns were also eliminated.
He got rid of his restraints and lay on the ground to take a few breaths. After about half a minute, the numbness on his body gradually dissipated, and his body was finally able to move to some extent.
"Well..." The tiger man climbed up with support: "I can't thank you enough."
"It's okay, now we are comrades in the same camp." said the King of Knights.
"Your Majesty, how did you avoid this thorn... or darkness?" Othello asked curiously.
"The ships on our side were also swallowed up by this dark barrier, but the first wave of impact when it arrived was prevented by me using the same method as before."
The method he mentioned was that golden photon explosion. The photon explosion that poured out from the scabbard seemed to have the ability to offset the magic effect.
"But the others were not so lucky. They were all knocked into a coma by the darkness, and then they were entangled in crimson thorns that grew everywhere and disappeared." The King of Knights added, "I don't know the specific principle, but it seems that the dark barrier can
Putting people with weak willpower to sleep, the crimson thorns will further anesthetize people's senses, capture them, and transport them to a certain place."
"...Sacrifice." Othello hummed. Relating Castro's previous words, all this seemed to be related: "Oops. Are they planning to capture everyone as sacrifices?"
"So the sacrifice Roble said was true. I thought he was just pretending to be pitiful." The King of Knights hummed.
"What time has it been? Your Majesty, you are still talking about this." The tiger man was a little angry.
"No, it is at this time that we need to consider this." The Knight King replied: "Roble also said that they were forced. There is a certain force threatening them. If enough souls are not offered regularly in the Dawn Region, this area will
There are worse things going to happen on earth."
"Is that [worse thing] happening now?"
"It's possible." The Knight King nodded: "Because of the white tiger, the number of people who died in the Great Hunting Festival was far less than expected. He even destroyed most of the [Origin Points]. A certain force must have
You should be anxious."
That's why there is such a sudden disaster. This crimson thorn of unknown origin is hidden in the deepest part of the central temple of Lviv. It seems to be the last remedy of a plan - in order to make up for the insufficient amount of sacrifices this year.
Make up to the rated quantity.
(I always feel like I’m being led by the nose...)
"Roble has not made a clear position on whether to stop this kind of sacrifice." The King of Knights said: "But this incident also involves people from my Knights of Great Britain, so it can't be counted like this."
"So, Your Majesty wants to fight back? What should you do?"
"Well..." The King of Knights used the holy sword in his hand to cut off the thorns on the side, clearing a path to the battleship console: "Ada, are you still online? A major accident occurred, Skid Plattney's Ark is owned by all
The crew members have all been kidnapped. I now request temporary permission to use the Ark."
"...Yes." The ship's artificial intelligence navigation system replied: "The application for temporary authority transfer has been passed. The Thirteenth Security Agreement has taken effect, and the temporary captain authority has been granted to Albert Roble."
"Wrong." The King of Knights snorted, "Why did you report the name of the last user?"
"...Correction. Temporary captain authority has been granted to Arthur D. Pantorakon." Ada corrected: "You can now use the Ark's combat module and all related functions it extends."
"Move my cavalry parked on the deck into the teleportation room, and open the emergency entrance and exit from the teleportation room to the bridge. Prepare to use the teleportation beam." The King of Knights said: "Lock the target, the center of the thorn ball."
"Yes, we are locking the target." Ada replied.
"Your Majesty the King of Knights, do you want to rush into the center of that huge sphere like this?" Othello said in shock: "Isn't this a bit reckless? That object will definitely try its best to prevent you from approaching."
"Yes, I expected it to happen." The King of Knights said: "Now that it has happened, you will come with me, Commander Othello. I will use [Spell Breaker] to open a path so that those thorns cannot approach the cavalry. But [Breaker]
[Magic] has a cooling time after each use, and cannot be activated frequently and continuously. The blind spots it cannot cover are made up for by controlling the firepower of the iron cavalry."
"But..." Othello still felt that this opportunity was very reckless. This was simply an act of suicide.
"The center of the sphere is probably your brother." The King of Knights added, "There must be some meaning to the fact that you were not kidnapped by the thorns. The small luminous object on your chest is always protecting you. Maybe.
It's your brother's thoughts that remain on it, giving it some resistance to these thorns."
"Is this it?" Othello took out the necklace on his chest and took another look. It was the necklace that was glowing, and it was this insignificant light that prevented Othello from being completely destroyed by those terrifying crimson thorns.
The prisoner. To be more precise, hidden inside the necklace, the little yellowed photo glowing. The photo of Castro with the young Othello.
"Even if you are swallowed and controlled by that monster, your brother still subconsciously wants to protect you." King Arthur analyzed: "The bond between your brothers may be the only way to break this dilemma. No matter what, you are now trapped in this alien world."
There are only you and me in this space. If you don't come to help, if I fail, you will be left alone to die."
"That's right." Othello replied reluctantly, and took out his sword from behind: "Anyway, I can help as much as I can. I don't know how to use the artillery of the cavalry, but I have other means to deal with those thorns."
."
"Gram." The King of Knights looked at the knife in Othello's hand and muttered in a low voice.
"Uh, what?"
"That is the Sword of Victory Gram. The "Secret Records of the Holy Sword War" mentioned its existence. It is the prototype of the King's Sword and was lost in the Dark Area during the Dragon Slaying War. What, it turns out that Gram
It's in your hand."
"I... don't know." Othello glared and said, "This is the weapon he forced on me when my brother and I said goodbye. I thought it was just a sharper blade that never wears out. Brother
He said this was my father's relic and asked me to take it. Is this really a sword of victory?"
"I'm afraid it's a lie to say it was your father's relic. If your father really held this sword, he wouldn't have died on the battlefield." King Arthur shook his head: "Master Castro used to be a famous game player.
.Xia. He traveled around the Dawn Region, and probably found the Sword of Victory hidden in the deep mountains and forests at that time."
"I really didn't know this sword was so valuable. Could this... be a national treasure of Great Britain or something? Do I want to return it to you?"
"No, this sword has nothing to do with Great Britain." The King of Knights looked at the sword intently: "And this shape... I always feel like it's missing something."
There is an obvious groove on the handle of the sword, which seems to be able to insert a thumb-sized, oval-shaped gem. However, there is a lot of dirt on it that has been accumulated over time. I am afraid that the gem was lost many years ago.
.
Othello said that this sword was nothing special, it was just sharp. Maybe it was because it was missing some component that it could not show its true value.
etc.
"Necklace." Arthur, who is good at observing, said: "The size and shape of the pendant seems to be consistent with Gram's groove."
Othello frowned, and after a closer look, he found that it was indeed the case. He then doubtfully removed the pendant and placed it on the groove of the hilt of Gram, the sword of victory. As if there was a magnetic force, the pendant was just close to him.
He was sucked into that groove, and instantly became one with Gram.
"Well, the photo hasn't been taken out yet." The tiger man said regretfully.
"There will always be a way to take it out in the future." said the King of Knights, "Now look carefully, Commander Othello."
Sure enough, with the last missing component embedded, the Sword of Victory Gram began to undergo qualitative changes. It was originally just an indestructible, relatively sharp sword blade, but now its surface reveals a wonderful silver light.
Come, dots of light beams swim back and forth along the almost invisible and detailed lines on the surface of the sword, making the entire sword of victory seem to have come to life.
"Brother, he actually still hides this hand..." Othello said incredulously.
"He wanted the Sword of Victory to protect you, but he didn't want to simply hand over too much power to you, so he did this." The Knight King said: "According to his plan, maybe one day, when he truly agrees,
When you come, I will hand over the final component of the Sword of Victory to you."
"But he can never wait for that day to come..." Othello sighed.
"No, maybe that day has already arrived." The King of Knights smiled calmly: "The dying Master Castro has been fighting the thorn with his will until he is found by the little tiger. His efforts are of great significance, just to let the little tiger find him.
Little Tiger brought the pendant back to you, Commander Othello."
With extremely complicated emotions, Othello squeezed the hilt of the sword of victory. The slight warmth coming from Gram was just like his brother's big hand. As a young boy, he once held his brother's hand full of longing.
With such a big hand, as long as you feel the warmth, you will feel particularly at ease.
"The transfer is complete, the target is calibrated, and the transmission beam is ready to be launched at any time." Ada, the ship's artificial intelligence navigation system, said. The captain's seat in the bridge was also removed, opening a shortcut to the transmission room.
"There is no time to be sad, let's go." The King of Knights urged: "Let's see how powerful the sword of victory Gram in your hand is."
"Of course." Othello replied lightly, jumping into the shortcut with King Arthur.