I was so busy with the neutralizer thing before that I didn't think about it in detail. Now that I'm looking back at the past and understanding the whole story, I realize that there is a huge incongruity.
Vivian stopped.
"Well, Vivian?" Seeing his wife stop, Paramedis couldn't help but ask.
"No, this is illogical." Vivian muttered.
"What's illogical?"
"The foxes used young orcs to conduct dark child biological cultivation experiments." Vivian repeated along the train of thought, "According to this theory, the children should all be infected by dark children?"
"Of course. Otherwise, how can we cultivate dark sub-monsters." Paramedis responded matter-of-factly, not noticing the incongruity at all.
"That's weird: wouldn't the self-destruction factors in the bodies of those sick and weak individuals infected with the dark particles be activated?" Vivian continued, "According to this logic, Saifei should have died due to the [Scarlet Plague] a long time ago."
Died? A long, long time ago."
After figuring out the strangeness, even Palamedes took a breath: "You said that...it's true!"
"Then why? Why is the child still alive today?" Vivian asked Paramedis, "What keeps him alive? What prevents the [Self-Destruction Factor] from killing him?"
Palamedes was speechless when asked: "I...I don't know."
The answer has already taken shape in Vivian's mind, and is ready to come out: "The only possibility is that the foxes have [neutralizer], and there are a lot of them. In order to cultivate a large number of dark sub-monsters, this is a necessary condition--
----They may even have the formula for [neutralizer].
------Palami, the children can be saved! If we can find the foxes' research institute, we can hope to find a neutralizer, or a formula for the neutralizer! This time we can save Saphire at the same time.
With Seglade, you no longer have to worry about who to save!"
"Yes!" Big Cat was ecstatic, "Then, we will soon ------"
The next second, his expression became extremely depressed: "No, it's too bad. How many foxes' research institutes have we destroyed? I don't know if there are any left------"
"The foxes are so cunning, they must have a remaining research institute hidden deep in Romani's territory." Vivian said confidently.
"I hope this is true------" Palamedes cheered up: "Hurry up and help me find Chief Tutan. He should know something!"
Ten minutes later, on the bridge of [Skyd Plattney's Ark].
"Well, of course." After hearing what Palamedes said, the Elephant Man patriarch put down the pipe in his hand and took a puff of smoke. "Just a few weeks ago, the werewolf child* and his friends destroyed
There is one, just in the northwest of our territory."
(*Note: Refers to Bediville.)
"Oh, no!" Paramedis exclaimed, holding his head. There is another fox-man research institute missing in the world, and the hope of saving the children is slimmer.
"However, it seems that there is still some left in the research institute. Do you want to go and take a look?" Tutan looked disapproving.
(*Note: The lowest level of the institute, where the White Bears were "captive", was not affected by the big explosion. It was protected by a protective shield by the ** engineer Merlin and survived.)
Paramedis and Vivian looked at each other: the answer is yes. Since it was the last hope they could catch, they had no reason not to leave.
"Hmph hum." Tutan sneered a few times, "Ten o'clock direction, full speed forward. Destination, Zonguldak area."
The elephants on the bridge immediately became busy. They operated the ark and flew forward at an astonishing speed. In less than a minute, after a while of shaking, the ship stopped.
"Already arrived?" Palamedes couldn't help but be stunned.
"It's not that far in the first place." Tutan stood up from the captain's chair, "Come on, let's go down and take a walk."
Their destination was the bottom of a hundred-foot-deep pit beneath the ark.
At the same time, the Pure Land of Avalon.
"Haha!" Arthur slashed a sword in the air, and the huge three-hundred-foot-long light blade slashed across the body of the Holy Spirit Steel Dragon.
However, the wound it caused was insignificant. In the face of a three thousand foot long behemoth, this small attack was equivalent to scratching an itch.
"Ah wuwuwuwuwu!!" The Holy Spirit White Wolf also attacked frequently. He waved his claws and fired out millions of vacuum waves. The vacuum waves combined into huge vacuum blades, which sliced at the giant dragon one after another.
On the body.
It's useless. It's not even scratching. The vacuum blade can't penetrate the dragon's armor that is hundreds of feet thick. Even if there is an occasional scratch, the scratch will heal quickly in the next moment!
Arthur felt bad. Even if the Holy Spirit Dragon stood still and was slaughtered by others, they could not hurt the dragon at all. With one person and one wolf on Arthur's side, the destructive power caused was far from enough to threaten this huge mountain.
monster.
It's like pricking a cow with a needle the size of a mosquito: no matter how sharp your mosquito needle is or how sharp it is, the cow will not be hurt at all if it is pricked.
The decisive difference between size creates an insurmountable gap in offensive and defensive strength.
The only method left for Arthur is to summon the phantom crimson dragon [Anglo Moore].
The biggest problem is that the Crimson Dragon is not so "obedient". It is not a spirit that Arthur can summon whenever he wants.
Phantoms are different from the Holy Spirit. They are a collection of [group unconsciousness]. They reside in the user and require the user's certain emotions to explode to the extreme in order to materialize the phantom.
Arthur's Crimson Dragon is a collection of [anger]. Only when Arthur's anger reaches the extreme can he summon the Crimson Dragon [Anglo Moore].
The current Arthur does not have that anger. Although King Osel is very hateful, it has not caused Arthur's anger to explode to the extreme. On the contrary, King Osel is to a large extent a respectable person (the Holy Spirit
), Arthur somewhat admired him.
How to ignite anger in the face of such an opponent is a huge problem.
"Hmm, huh, huh," the Holy Spirit Dragon laughed contemptuously after enduring countless attacks: "Is this the most powerful attack you can come up with? It's not good at all!"
His sneer reverberated throughout the entire Pure Land of Avalon, making the young man's ears tingle.
"It's time to deal with you. The last ten seconds------" King Other began the countdown to death.
(There is no other way.)
"Nine."
(Use that trick.)
Arthur put the Holy King's Sword into the King's Sheath and began to charge the Holy Sword.
"eight."
The Sword of the Holy King is speeding in the scabbard, and an astonishing number of photons are surging, condensing, condensing, and sublimating in that small space of time!
"seven!"
The white wolf leaped over, and Arthur jumped onto the white wolf's back.
"six!"
The white wolf carried the boy and ran wildly, clinging to the body of the Holy Spirit Dragon and flying up --- pointing directly at the dragon's forehead!
"five!"
At the same time, Arthur activated [The Third Miracle---Photon Creation].
Created out of nothing, photons from another world emerged from different time and space, flowing out continuously from Arthur's body and filling the sword of the Holy King!
Obtaining a large amount of photons from itself, the King's Sheath, and Arthur, the power condensed in the Sword of the Holy King is unprecedentedly huge!
"Four!"
The white wolf ran away wildly, carrying Arthur to the dragon's chest.
"Three." The dragon was still counting down calmly, not caring what move Arthur was going to make next.
The Sword of the Holy King in Arthur's sheath has reached a very dangerous level, as if the photons of the entire universe are concentrated in it.
"two."
The Holy Spirit White Wolf made a final leap and rushed in front of the Holy Spirit Steel Dragon.
Arthur jumped out from the white wolf's back and flew to the dragon's forehead!
"one!"
Sword of the Holy King, unsheathed!
Shining brighter than the sun, an earth-shattering blow exploded on top of the dragon's head!
[Triple King Blade], with the power to split the heaven and earth, stabs the dragon between the brows!