After thinking of this, King Arthur understood instantly. The sudden unhappiness in his heart just now originated from the noble and cold temperament that vaguely oozed from the little prince Calvin.
Obviously, like his brother Tristan, he has inherited the nobility and arrogance of Queen Lilith of Iceland.
What an awesome, annoying little brat.
"Thanks to your care, this big fire has finally subsided." King Arthur deliberately said calmly: "Thank you. And good night."
"Good night, Your Majesty------Huh?" The little prince realized that he had been fooled, and immediately pouted: "How could this be possible! Your Majesty does not play according to common sense!"
The King of Knights sneered disdainfully: "Oh? Why did I not act according to common sense?"
"Logically speaking, shouldn't His Majesty first ask me how old I am, how I got here, and what the weather is like today, and then start chatting? Your Majesty will tell people good night right from the start, how can I continue the conversation?"
(Then why don’t you just go back to bed good night?)
"I know how old you are and why you are here. I held you when you were a baby. I am even less interested in knowing the weather today, huh." King Arthur said with a hint of sarcasm: "Prince Calvin, you
Just say what you want. I will help you to the best of my ability."
In fact, Arthur had already guessed what this kid wanted to do. The child's psychology is easy to figure out, which is why it is "cute".
"Oh---" the little fishman prince sighed and glanced secretly at the leopard boy in the distance. Hal was being held by his mother Vivian, coquettishly mumbling a lot.
talk.
Calvin kicked his calves unhappily and raised the dust on the ground slightly: "Actually, my brothers have all gone to take the exam for the Knights of the Round Table, and Iceland is now in a mess due to volcanoes, so my mother has no time to play with me.
,My life is so boring."
Yes, this kid is looking for fun. After all, he is a six-year-old child, and all he can think about is playing.
"So------?" King Arthur continued to test the words of the little fishman prince quietly.
"So---I heard that you are developing a new game system recently, can you let me join in?---Of course I am only responsible for playing, hehe." This boy made an unceremonious request to the King of Knights.
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Grand Duke Younes on the side looked away from King Arthur and made an expression like "This matter has nothing to do with me."
King Arthur suppressed the urge to curse and persuaded softly: "Your Highness, Prince Calvin, that game is not what you imagined. You will never like to play it."
It was a game that was so hard to die for and made the players so tired that they almost died.
"That's up to me to judge." The little prince behaved very stubbornly in strange places: "Anyway, let me try it first. If you don't like it, I will definitely give up immediately without your Majesty reminding you."
Arthur smiled again, this time it was a tolerant smile.
This kid will give up soon anyway.
The system of that game is not friendly. Even an adult who has been fully trained in combat will mostly give up when encountering such an overly realistic and difficult "game"--not to mention this six-year-old child.
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"Your Majesty, let him give it a try." Younes was speaking for his son: "Anyway, he will get tired of playing soon."
"It's okay."
(It’s better to let this brat suffer a little.)
(After all, the game will eventually be open to the world.)
"But the target age of this game is originally thirteen years old and above------"
(If it is too small, it will have a negative impact on the children’s minds, right?)
"Last week happened to be my seventh birthday." Calvin interrupted the King of Knights: "Mermaids are already able to stand on their own at the age of seven, aren't they?"
This was obviously a made-up excuse. Arthur didn't bother to expose it: "Oh, you are seven years old? You can't tell, little dwarf------"
"Humph! Not short at all!" The little fishman prince pouted to express his dissatisfaction.
"Huhu...Okay." Arthur smiled again: "Come see me again tomorrow. If there is nothing else, I really wish you good night this time, Your Highness."
"Well...well, good night, His Majesty King Arthur." Calvin said helplessly. Of course, this was just pretending to be helpless on the surface. In fact, he had gotten what he wanted and was very satisfied.
"Well, good night, Your Majesty. Let's take our leave first." Grand Duke Younes didn't want to spend any more time with the King of Knights. After all, his time to visit his son was very precious, and most of this originally precious night had been wasted by King Arthur.
He picked up his son, summoned his mount, the three-headed hellhound, and immediately headed back home.
"It's time for us to go, good night, Arthur." Vivian came over with little Hal in her arms to say goodbye.
Arthur nodded: "Oh, good night. So many things happened today, and you are tired too. Go to bed early when you get back."
He winked at Hal and reminded the leopard boy not to tell his mother about playing games today.
The little black panther winked at King Arthur: "Good night, Uncle Arthur, meow! I had a great time at the playground today, and I will continue to meow tomorrow!"
What a liar without blinking—oh no, you really blinked?
Vivian took her son with her and disappeared without a trace with a teleportation spell.
"Children today are really amazing." King Arthur looked at the people leaving and sighed casually: "It's far different from when we were children. When I was six or seven years old, I was as stupid as a pig and didn't understand anything."
"People are constantly evolving." Constantine had already taken care of the disaster scene, and now he had time to come over and talk to the King of Knights: "When I was a child, I was not much better than your Majesty. But look---now
Children can even use computers and mobile phones. To be so smart is probably due to the progress of the times."
"Or maybe it's a sign that the world is going to end." Merlin walked over and said, "What a bunch of precocious white blood cells."
"What did you say?"
"This world is sick and terminally ill, so it needs more and more powerful [white blood cells] to fight the disease. Soon, Your Majesty, you will discover that not only these new lives, but also the original inhabitants of the world will awaken because of this."
.A large number of powerful warriors will suddenly appear, all because of this."
"And our simulation training system is designed to discover them in time." Arthur whispered. He was used to Merlin's alarmism.
"Are you sure they will be discovered by --- you --- and not the cultists of the Twilight Order?" Merlin sneered meaningfully.
The King of Knights was silent again.
That was the scourge left by the Queen of Darkness, Morgan Le Fay. Even if Morgan crossed the wall of the world and ran to the Eastern Dark Continent, this group of cultists were still causing mischief and trouble everywhere in Europe. Needless to say, this fire was also
What the Twilight Cultists do.
King Arthur looked at the institute that was razed to the ground by fire.
The speaker on the mysterious phone call must have had a lot to do with the Twilight Order, and...must have a position in the Knights of Great Britain. Otherwise, he couldn't have been so rampant as to threaten King Arthur, and he couldn't have known about King Arthur, and
The trends of the Knights.
And this mysterious man also knew what happened to Husky, and he aimed to rob the dog-man boy.
Husky has some unexplainable connection with those ancient Keltons---this mysterious man may also be involved.
There are countless connections among them, but there is a lack of a decisive clue. The more I think about it, the more confusing it becomes and difficult to understand. What is going on with all this?
At the same time, on the East African Plateau, there was a research institute of the ancient human race of gods.
What is in front of Bediwell and others is the terrifying immortal thing, the evil spirit bone fire dragon.
The dragon's skeleton was wrapped in a burst of dark evil fire, leaving the dragon made of the entire bone almost flawless and unable to attack.
What's worse is that the high heat emitted from its body evaporates all the venom of the surrounding corpses, and a miasma spreads throughout the space.
The only way to deal with this undead monster is------
"Three, two, one!" The Leopard Warrior quickly finished counting and threw the thunder ball in his hand towards the Bone Fire Dragon!
Snap, snap, snap! The thunder ball exploded, bursting out with a dazzling, dazzling, even blinding light!
"That's it now!" the big cat yelled, rushing towards Bedivere and Professor Paul.
The arrows in Bediwell's hand scattered, and dozens of arrows pierced the monster's body, embedding themselves in the joints of the Bone Fire Dragon's bones.
And Paramedis also rushed to Bedivere, hugged the werewolf's waist with one hand, picked up Professor Paul with the other hand, and ran away!
The "anti-gravity device" on his back was operating as usual, and the buoyancy generated by the two high-purity lightstone crystals was more than enough to support the weight of three people.
The Leopard Man was almost floating off the ground, kicking the ground hard every time he took a few steps, using his powerful explosive power to gain astonishing speed.
At this speed, they escaped from the miasma-filled room in a few seconds!
Many joints of the Evil Spirit Bone Fire Dragon are embedded with Bedivere's arrows. Although these are wooden arrows, they cannot be burned out in a short time. They have the effect of hindering the movement of this monster to some extent!
That's right, the only way to deal with this undead monster is---run away first!
"How can you escape!" Professor Paul exclaimed: "That kind of undead monster cannot be released from the research institute! It must be eliminated!"
"I know! But I don't want to fight it in that smelly place!" the big cat said in disgust: "It's a good thing that your human noses are not very good. But our orc noses are dozens of times more sensitive than yours, so what's the point?"
It’s unbearable to stay in a place filled with the stench of corpses!”
He quickened his pace again, speeding through the corridors of the Institute of Ancient People with a skating pace. The only drawback of this method of moving while floating and rubbing against the ground was the lack of flexibility, so------
"Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Bedivere repeatedly bumped into the debris in the corridor, screaming like a pig: "Can't you walk more safely?! You bumped into me!"
"Sorry, it's hard to control!" The leopard man still walked to the left side of the corridor, not caring about the werewolf's feelings.
"Why do you seem to be drifting towards me on purpose so that I can hit things more easily?!" the werewolf shouted dissatisfied.
"Haha, you are physically strong and you won't be able to survive even a few hits. It's hard to say for the humans here." Palamedes used strange standards to measure it.
"Ouch---!" Bediwell's butt was hit again, and it hit the sharp corner of some kind of metal instrument. If that thing hadn't been rusted and dulled by years of weathering and erosion, Bediwell's
My butt has probably blossomed.
He glared at Palamedes with gritted teeth, and at the same time vented his anger elsewhere, and drew the bow with all his strength.
Because the leopard warrior hugged Bedivere's waist and carried the werewolf with one hand from his abdomen, Bedivere happened to be running in the opposite direction to the big cat's escape, so he could be responsible for the guard behind it.
At that time, the Evil Bone Fire Dragon had already gotten rid of the obstruction of the arrow and was pursuing it. In order to walk through the narrow corridor, the monster even reorganized its skeletal structure and transformed into a long snake-like form, charging forward in a straight line!
"Wow---" Before the werewolf had time to marvel, he had already drawn his bow and fired out a rain of swords. Scattering dozens of arrows at the same time was actually a waste, but at this critical moment of life and death, Bedivere couldn't care less.
The rain of arrows fell on the monster's body surrounded by black flames, making a crackling sound, but its effect was very weak. It only delayed the Bone Fire Dragon's pursuit by a few hundredths of a second.
But this is enough. In such a narrow corridor, it is easy to just hold the monster back and prevent it from spitting fire. Otherwise, everyone will only be roasted by the black flames!
You can already see the light of the exit in front of you. Palamedes is almost outside the institute! Just hold on a little longer!
"Hmph..." Bedivere had an idea, put away his bow and arrows, used his turtle tongue whip to roll up various debris on both sides of the corridor, and threw them at the monsters.
All of a sudden, all kinds of scrap metal, unknown instruments, machine parts and gears all hit the monster. The bone fire dragon's skull was smashed by a huge piece of scrap metal, and its blood-red eyeballs burst out, just in time to catch up.
The huge metal gears thrown by Bediwell were crushed. It was already struggling to deal with the oncoming scrap metal. Of course, it could no longer breathe fire! The monster was thrown far away, and the Leopard Warriors and his party had already charged.
Exited the entrance of the institute.
"Ouch!" Bedivere was thrown heavily to the ground and howled in pain again. He rubbed his butt and got up, seeing the Pegmies waiting in the crystal courtyard in the distance.
The great elder of the Pegmie tribe seemed very angry and was saying a lot of words that Bediwell could not understand, although the werewolf had already guessed 90% of them.
"The great elder said, you cannot run away. Doing so will release [the devil in the sky]." Professor Paul still translated with difficulty.
"We didn't escape!" Palamedes regrouped, and the crystal "armor" on his body shone brighter.
And here in the outdoors, there are thunderous thunders. As long as Palamedes is willing, his electric energy can be replenished at any time. The surrounding crystal courtyard is even more covered with lightstone and sprite crystals. If used properly, they can be of great help.
of.
Now the only problem left is: the evil spirit cannot be killed!
It is just a spirit body, just a ball of photons. No matter how many times it is killed, it can probably be resurrected! If this problem cannot be solved, the Evil Spirit Bone Fire Dragon is still invincible - no matter how many times it is destroyed,
This group of spirits will attach themselves to something, shape the body again, and make a comeback!
Bang! The monster smashed the main entrance of the research institute and rushed out. It was much uglier than before. Bediwell just threw all kinds of scraps and scraps on the monster, but he didn't expect it to absorb all the waste.
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The bone fire dragon's dragon skeleton surrounded by black flames is now covered with all kinds of scrap iron - screws, gears, iron sheets and steel slag, all kinds of understandable and incomprehensible waste.
They all adhered to the monster's body and were half-melted by the fire, connecting them into one large piece, making it look like it was wearing a suit of iron armor.
"Roar, ah, ah, ah, ah!" The evil steel-bone fire dragon roared, spitting out a mouthful of "phlegm" towards its primary target, Palamedes.
It is actually a high-heat steel waste liquid made by melting scrap iron with black flames.
The big cat didn't dare to be lazy and immediately slipped away at its maximum speed.
The mouthful of "iron spit" exploded a dozen yards in front of the big cat. The black flames exploded into a firestorm, and the scrap iron splashed everywhere, like a liquid bomb!
"Wow!" Bedivere dodged in panic. Even he, who was more than thirty yards away, was almost splashed by the high-heat scrap iron liquid!
"That bastard thing--" Palamedes' left foot was splashed. Although the injury was not serious, the high-heat scrap iron liquid burned a small hole in the big cat's ankle, which was really painful!
Palamedes raised his spear to attract thunder, and an astonishing thunderbolt fell on the tip of Gengunil's spear! When he gained the power of lightning, he also drew a spear along the ground, and a huge thunder column struck along the ground.
To the monster!
Bang! It had a speed close to the speed of light, so it naturally hit the Bone Fire Dragon. The violent explosion shattered the monster's ribs, and the violent thunder carved a big hole in the evil spirit like a blade.
"Hiss---" The evil steel bone fire dragon took a step back under the impact, but its whole body was attached to scrap iron and was unimaginably heavy, so it would not be knocked down so easily!
It clawed at the leopard man crazily with its claws of black evil fire, and Paramedis dodged left and right. Its deadly bone tail covered with metal spikes swept over, forcing Paramedis and Bediwell to
He jumped up high and managed to dodge the blow.
However, the black evil fire burned them very uncomfortable, and their bodies continued to lose water under the high heat. If this continued, they would go into shock!
Bump! The dragon's tail flicked out, and the shock wave set off swept away the stopped Bediwell! The werewolf was about to land in the courtyard full of sharp crystal pillars!
The figure of the leopard man flashed past, grabbed Bedivere's arm in the air, and used force from the other direction to throw the werewolf to a safe area!
Bang! Bediwell landed safely on a flat ground without crystals. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cast a grateful look at Palamedes.
The big cat, relying on the anti-gravity of the lightstone crystal on its back, landed lightly on a sparklestone crystal. The soles of his feet were gently placed on the tip of the crystal, and he crossed his arms and stood tall, like a worldly expert.
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"That bastard is pretending to be cool again." Bedivere said angrily.
The consequence of pretending to be cool is to be chased by the enemy as the primary target. When Paramedis stopped to take a breath, the monster spat three molten iron bullets at the big cat again!
The high-heat liquid scrap metal surrounded by black flames is extremely deadly. Even if you avoid it from a distance, you will easily be splashed by the liquid waste of steel. Even if you don't die, you will be severely disabled! Paramedis then changed his tactics and used the gun in his hand.
The meteor gun pierced the ground and pried it hard! The lightstone crystal on his back was also charged with strong electricity, emitting a dazzling aqua-blue light!
Whoosh! Under the reaction force of the spear and the buoyancy of the light stone, the Leopard Warrior flew into the air! The waste liquid of steel is always affected by gravity. The higher the big cat flies, the less likely it is to be splashed.
arrive.
Moreover, he had another purpose in doing so.
Relying on the anti-gravity of the light stone to fly hundreds of feet above the ground, Paramedes got closer to the sky. He raised Geng Nir high and gathered the thunder again.
Boom! Bediwell saw a violent thunder strike, hitting the head of the evil steel bone fire dragon without any bias!
The lethality of a direct strike from a real sky thunder is extraordinary! Strong currents of tens of thousands and hundreds of millions of volts can directly produce crazy high heat. These high heats are hundreds of times more powerful than black flames. They can directly evaporate metals into gases and disperse substances.
Molecular structure!
Under the bombardment of the giant thunder, a terrible scar appeared on the body of the evil steel bone fire dragon, as if it had been slashed by a huge sword! The dragon bones on its body had been shattered into ashes by the impact of thunder and lightning, and it was impossible to regenerate.
"Well done, Parami!" Bedivere shouted. If we continue to send more giant lightning strikes to the Bone Fire Dragon according to this trend, it will eventually be wiped out, right?
Or maybe not!
The next second, the smile on Bedivere's face disappeared.
In order to replenish its lost body, the evil spirit bone fire dragon began to dig the soil on the ground with its claws. It immediately grabbed a large handful of mud and covered it with the soil!
The black flame quickly burns the soil into a glass-like substance, although its transparency is limited and extremely ugly.
These things replace the monster's original body, just like a ball of "meat" growing out of thin air on the bone monster.
The [method] of this evil spirit is very vulgar, but extremely practical: it can assimilate everything that the body touches, take it as its own, and remake it into a part of its own body.
The ancients gave it "bones", and Bediwell gave it "fire" and "steel". Now it is finding ways to replenish its lost body, and can even absorb "earth". If this trend continues, the entire
The earth will be absorbed by it, right?
Unless a strong attack is used to blast the entire evil spirit bone fire dragon into pieces in an instant, leaving it with no chance to stand up; otherwise, it will only continue to absorb everything around it, becoming bigger and bigger.
Hard to kill!
Not only the "soul", but also the "body" of this monster cannot be killed! And can Bedivere and the others just watch it devour the entire world?!
If it continues like this, everyone present will die under the claws of this evil steel bone fire dragon!
Is there no other way out?
No, there is another way. Bedivere subconsciously reached out and touched the demon-sealing bracelet on his right wrist.