At the same time, above the [Wall of the World], in a small dark room.
The woman's alluring figure was vaguely visible in the darkness. She sat quietly, holding the wine glass in her hand, stirring the blood-colored viscous liquid in the glass. In the boundless darkness, only the woman's eyes glowed with a terrifying dark red light.
.). The photon storm enveloped the entire earth, with lightning and thunder in the high sky, as if the violent natural forces had become human and roared angrily. The spacecraft driven by various anti-gravity engines could only get so close.
They can see the thunder and lightning of the great storm. But once they see this strange astronomical phenomenon, it will be too late - the ship will be instantly swept into the great storm and be hit by thousands of photons as sharp as blades.
It was torn to pieces in the turbulent current.
The only place in the world where you can safely observe the great storm is this small room.
The woman enjoys her privileges and looks coldly at the scenery outside the window of this small room. This hell-like scenery is like a paradise scenery to her. She is looking forward to the destruction of the world more than anyone else, and is eager to see the whole world destroyed.
Teared, gnawed, and shattered into dregs by crazy turbulence like a great storm.
And her wish will soon come true.
A figure walked into the room with almost silent steps. His movements were so gentle, as if he was afraid that he would disturb the queen's elegance by making too much noise. He knelt in front of the queen's throne and whispered in a low voice.
The report said: "Melty seems to have failed. Her vital signs cannot be traced."
"Really? Forget it, I didn't have much expectations for that kind of half-finished product." The woman's voice responded.
"Her Majesty Queen Morgan, who should be sent next?" the other party asked.
"Let Beltrich go and play with him." The Queen sneered and said, "Have fun, my lovely brother Arthur."
One month later. The machinery warehouse of the Knights of the North.
The werewolf boy drew his sword at Lancelot, and the sword blade struck the blond boy's throat.
Lancelot simply leaned back and dodged before the wooden sword hit his throat. The tip of the sword swept less than an inch in front of his throat, leaving only a whistling sound.
At the same time, Lancelot had already raised his palm and made a light support. His palm hit Bedivere's right wrist perfectly. The werewolf boy felt that his wrist was sore and numb, and the sword flew out of his hand and made several circles in the air.
, fell on the stone floor of the warehouse. The wood collided with the stone, making a deep muffled sound.
Before Bedivere had time to react, Lancelot's other hand slapped the werewolf boy on the chest, sending the werewolf boy flying away. It seemed that it was intentional, and the werewolf boy was struck by this slap.
He fell about ten years away and fell next to his wooden sword.
"No, come again." Lancelot shouted sternly.
"Damn it!" The werewolf boy stumbled up, picked up the wooden sword on the ground, and slashed at Lancelot.
However, Lancelot gently used his left hand to deflect Bedivere's attack, and then the knife in his right hand fell down and struck the orc boy's shoulder, knocking Bedivere to the ground.
This time the werewolf boy hit his head hard on the floor. He was dazed for a moment and felt that his nose was about to be broken.
"There are too many redundant actions in the attack. The time interval from the start of the attack to the execution is too long. If you hesitate with one slash, the opponent can easily predict the trajectory of your attack, and then you will die."
Lancelot scolded sternly.
"But, but..." Bedivere, who still had stars all over his head, tried to get up.
"Don't worry about me. Treat me as your enemy and attack with all your strength." Lancelot helped the werewolf boy up, "Don't think that I can't beat you to the ground with my bare hands."
Bedivere took a step back, prepared an attack stance, took a deep breath, raised his wooden sword and attacked again.
Lancelot dodged lightly, raised his hand, and with a muffled sound, the wooden sword in the werewolf boy's hand flew out again. At the same time, the werewolf boy took a knife in his throat and fell to the ground in pain.
"Ugh...cough cough cough cough!" Bedivere almost suffocated. He never thought that Lancelot's blow could be so heavy! There was a blur in front of his eyes and it took almost a minute.
Only then could he finally catch his breath.
"So, you died today for the 625th time. That's it for today's training." Lancelot shook his head and said. The werewolf boy still has a long way to go.
The werewolf boy coughed and got up. "It's been a month, and I still can't touch a hair of Lancelot------"
"Honestly, you will never be able to move as quickly as Arthur. The physique of an orc is not suitable for that kind of agile swordsmanship. However, don't be discouraged. Orcs have good endurance and strong bodies. Just be careful to avoid hurting vital parts in battle.
, don’t worry about a little scratch.” Lancelot explained, “This is the strategy that all knights envy: instead of thinking about how to kill the enemy efficiently, it is better to think about how to survive first. Only by living can you fight back.
Attack."
"But I want to be able to help Arthur. If you keep holding back, you might as well not get rid of me as a follower." Bedivere said dissatisfied.
For an instant, a phantom flashed through the werewolf boy's mind. The tall figure of the white bear man gradually left the werewolf boy and rushed into the blazing battlefield.
(Sorry, brother...)
(It’s just that I’m useless.)
(I don’t want to add to those memories of being protected by others but unable to help at all.)
"Hmph, don't worry, young man." Lancelot said meaningfully, his beautiful and deep blue eyes seemed to be able to see through everything: "You only need to stay by his side, you are already helping. Only
If that guy is alone, he will just keep rushing forward, eager to jump into the fire pit. Your role is to help him calm down occasionally and stop doing stupid things."
Your role is to hold him back so that the powerful yet weak monster does not have to rush to seek death. Lancelot thought to himself.
"Yes, really?" Bedivere could vaguely understand something, but he couldn't say it. He looked at Lancelot who was gradually walking away from the mechanical warehouse. Seeing that the master no longer taught him, he had to sigh and wipe the
Get rid of the oil and dirt on your body, and continue to practice wielding the wooden sword by yourself.