A flash of light passed by, and Arthur and King Other appeared in front of the tombstone again.
Arthur stood up from a crouched position. The brief weightlessness brought to him by the teleportation spell still made him a little dizzy.
He looked at Greenville who was waiting on the side and saw the girl's worried look. Then he remembered that he had been injured in the battle just now and his head was now covered in blood.
He quickly wiped off the blood on his forehead: "Don't worry, Greenville, it's just a small scratch."
"Humph..." Greenville looked away shyly, "I'm not worried."
King Arthur's spirituality looked at the conversation between the boy and the girl and smiled, "(Greenville's translation) Arthur, you should also go to the altar to summon your spirituality. You need to take a good look at your spirituality and then decide what to do."
What an eternal Holy Spirit it becomes."
Arthur looked at the altar aside. If possible, he wanted to transform his spirit into a giant dragon like King Other. Both combat power and mobility were excellent, and he would be able to exert maximum effectiveness against dark creatures.
While he was thinking like this, he had already walked to the altar. He looked at the light surrounding him, looking forward to his spirituality appearing in front of him. Then------
Nothing happened.
King Other's spirit was astonished.
The altar is operating normally and will never malfunction. Arthur's spirituality did not appear, not because of the malfunction, but because of ------
Arthur has no soul at all.
Therefore, he has no spirituality that can be projected from his soul.
Seeing the disappointed look on King Usher's face, Arthur knew something was wrong. When he realized this problem, he couldn't help but look frustrated: "I...I have no spirituality? Does this mean that I can't summon
Fight with the eternal Holy Spirit?"
This will be a major loss. The round table system can only support twenty-five people. If there is one less person, the combat power will be even more scarce, and the hope of fighting against the dark creatures will be even slimmer.
"No. You are the king. In addition to his own spirituality, the king also has the authority to summon the other four [Eternal Holy Spirits]." King Osel explained, "However, you need to take a few more detours."
"Take a detour? What do you mean?"
King Osel turned around and was about to leave, "Let's go back first. You can't defeat other eternal Holy Spirits like this. To tame those lost Holy Spirits, you must first become stronger."
Arthur frowned. Taming the lost Holy Spirit? He wanted to fight those Holy Spirits that were as powerful as gods, and he still had to tame them?!
How hard must it be to train to achieve this level?!
Afternoon, in the cabin.
While King Uther was cooking the stew, he asked: "So, it seems that your strength is not very good. Have you really defeated the contemporary knights of heaven? Could they have let you down?"
"
Indeed, the Heavenly Knights all treated Arthur with varying degrees of contempt. Even Arthur himself could clearly feel this.
He looked at the fire with a face of shame, deliberately avoiding King Osel's gaze, "...Anyway, first tell me what the lost Holy Spirit is."
"Our spirits are part of the projection from the knight's spirit." King Other stirred the stew in the pot with a spoon.
"If we don't return to the deity, the deity only has a lifespan of one month. After the deity dies, we will still continue to exist for a period of time, until our own consciousness is completely lost, the [human] part is lost, and we completely transform into the eternal Holy Spirit.
The form is wandering in this pure land of Avalon.
You will find that they are not that friendly. If they feel they are in danger, they will attack instinctively."
"Are you kidding me!?" Greenville couldn't help but start vomiting after translating here. "So, isn't this so-called [Pure Land of Avalon] just a demonic world where monsters are rampant?!"
And each of those monsters is as strong as a god. Arthur couldn't help but add in his heart.
"It's not wrong to say..." King Uther's tone became much weaker, maybe because he knew he was wrong, "However, the truly dangerous Holy Spirits are sealed in the extra subspace, so...
The situation is not as bad as you think."
Arthur recalled that cemetery. Every tombstone in it looked like a subspace entrance.
The spiritual beings probably opened the subspace before they knew they were about to lose human consciousness and locked themselves in it, so as not to become powerful lost holy spirits and harm future generations.
To [tame] these lost Holy Spirits, it is very simple, just touch those tombstones, enter every subspace and fight with them. It is simple to say, but it is harder to do than to reach the sky. Arthur does not have the ability to deal with the Holy Spirits now.
Waiting for the strength to fight!
King Other looked at the scabbard on Arthur's waist (the broken Sword of the King was hidden in the scabbard). He knew what Arthur was thinking, so he advised: "There is no need to be disappointed. The Sword of the King was originally
It has the function of suppressing the lost Holy Spirit. I just hope that function did not malfunction due to the broken sword."
This is another huge uncertain factor for Arthur, and it cannot be determined until actual combat. Arthur hates [uncertain factors] the most.
Evening, Rome.
On the deck of a burned-out Hungarian warship, Star Glory Dragon Evil Star sat down to rest.
"Are you tired so quickly?" The cavalry of Roman Emperor Justin I flew past and stopped in mid-air. The emperor said loudly on the cavalry.
"It's been a whole day of fighting!" Evil Star agreed loudly. Otherwise, it seemed that he couldn't cover up the engine noise of the cavalry. "How many more of these damn orcs are there? Aren't they tired?"
"They deliberately used this scattered formation to annoy us!" the emperor shouted, "they already knew that your dragon was helping the army, so they came here to annoy you."
"That's enough!" The evil star was half-dead from exhaustion. He really wanted to put aside this boring human war and find a cave to sleep in. "Since they can't pose a particularly big threat, you Roman navy can handle it on your own! I'm going back!"
"
"As you wish!" the emperor shouted. Although he shouted so as to drown out the sound of the cavalry's engine, the evil star felt as if he was being blamed.
When he got angry, he transformed into a dragon and prepared to fly back to the castle.
"Pop!" A cold arrow came! The evil star was still in the process of changing and he didn't take good precautions. When he realized there was a problem and tried to avoid it, it was already too late! The arrow penetrated his knee!
"Woo!" In addition to the severe pain, Evil Star felt a fierce pull, and he realized that it was not an [arrow], but a harpoon!
The three-foot-long harpoon had an underhook and was deeply embedded in the Xinghui Dragon's knees. The iron chain connected to the other end extended into the sea and was pulling hard, causing the dragon with an arrow in his knee to throb in pain!
Something floated on the sea, was it a killer whale?----It was a black golem, a golem in the form of a killer whale!
Unexpectedly, there is such a trick. The Huns discovered a demon statue that can sneak into the sea from the ruins of ancient people!
Before the evil star was surprised, dozens of harpoons had already been shot at him! He could have completely avoided such an attack, but now, he found that his limbs were weak and his wings could not obey his orders!
Dozens of harpoons were fired at the same time, piercing the evil star hard, hitting his shoulders, wings, lower abdomen, thighs, tail, soles, arms... all of a sudden, they pierced his body.
hole!
"Boy! What are you thinking about?!" The emperor rushed over on his cavalry and cut off the iron chain of one of the harpoons with his sword. "Can this little thing still trap you? Break it quickly!"
Going to retreat!"
"Ugh... no!" Xie Xing only felt that his whole body was getting more and more paralyzed, "These guys... some of them are practicing [Dragon Slaying Technique]!"
"What?! How could it be!" the Roman Emperor yelled, swinging his sword to block more harpoons flying towards him, "The art of slaying dragons has obviously been lost------"
Obviously, no. The evil star looked at the purple-blue excess light that was vaguely wrapped around these harpoons, and knew that this was the dragon-slaying technique.
Like the [Holy] enchantment specially developed by paladins to deal with succubi, [Dragon Slayer] is also a kind of enchantment that is specially attached to weapons to deal with the dragon enchantment.
If a dragon is hit by a weapon with Dragon Slaying Technique, it will feel weak and paralyzed, and will be unable to struggle until it is killed. Dragon Slaying Technique is indeed a huge threat to the dragon.
The war between humans and dragons ended five thousand years ago. Logically speaking, no one can use the dragon-slaying technique anymore? Why?! Are there still descendants of the dragon-slaying clan still helping the orcs?...
...
More harpoons were coming, and Evil Star knew he couldn't dodge, so he could only curl up into a ball to block. But he was so weak that he couldn't make any movements at all. His hands and feet could only be stretched out by the pull of the killer whale golem.
Come and watch your body being penetrated by countless harpoons!
The Dragon Slaying Technique took away all his physical strength. He lost his strength, transformed back into the form of a boy in golden armor and fell to the sea.
"Alexander!!" the Roman emperor shouted, speeding over and grabbing the evil star's hand.
"Ugh..." Jin Shining was covered in blood, and it was even more painful to be pulled like this. He knew that the enemy's dozens of demon statues were working together, and the pulling force was very huge, "Quickly...
Let go! You will be dragged away too!"
"No! I don't want to lose you again, Alexander!" the Roman emperor shouted. In his desperation, he seemed to have confused the evil star with his dead son. "Reinforcements will come soon, support!"
Indeed, dozens of cavalry can be seen flying over the sea not far away. Roman reinforcements should be able to come to the rescue in a few dozen seconds.
However, Evil Star watched as dozens of killer whale golems were sinking into the sea, and the emperor's cavalry was already emitting thick smoke as its output reached its limit, and was about to explode at any time.
The right arm of Roman Emperor Justin I also had veins protruding from the huge pulling force and could tear at any time.
(Stupid humans. If you lose an arm, you can’t regenerate it. You are not a dragon.)
Evil stars don’t need humans to save them. Dragons have very high self-esteem and they will do what dragons should do.
The evil star's left hand grabbed a harpoon inserted in his lower abdomen. He used his last strength to pull out the harpoon.
Then, he used the sharp blade to pierce his right arm.
Bang! Under the fierce pulling force of two forces, Long's right arm was broken. He could clearly hear the loud sound of his arm being torn apart.
The next second, he was dragged into the sea by the group of killer whale golems, and his whole body was submerged by the cold water.
"Alexander!!!!" He seemed to be able to hear the Roman emperor's roar.