Facing this group of mysterious figures, the King of Knights boldly shouted: "Who are you? What do you want to do?!"
"I am Arthur." A young man walked out of the figure. His whole body had been blown to ashes by nuclear fusion. He was a shadow made of these ashes, and he looked very scary.
"I am Arthur, too." Another boy also came out. He was swallowed up by the flames and explosions of the Viking spaceship, leaving only a bloody mass of flesh, which was even more terrifying than the previous Arthur.
"I am Arthur, too." Another young man walked out of the shadows. His whole body was covered with white frost, and his body was full of holes punched by hail.
"We are all Arthur." The teenagers walked out of the shadows one after another and appeared in front of the King of Knights. Without exception, they all had broken limbs after experiencing various tragic deaths.
Because the death conditions of the other "Arthurs" were so horrific, Arthur couldn't help but cast his eyes on the Arthur who had his head chopped off with a guillotine and was now holding his head in his hands - this was the only one who wasn't so terrifying.
The way to die.
"You... you are not real." The King of Knights murmured in a low voice, "I am not a coward like you, dying for these boring reasons. I am still alive and can go further. -
-----I won't die yet!"
(Can’t die yet!)
"You have died, countless times." A voice sounded from the crowd.
The King of Knights followed the sound, and a little boy, about six years old, walked out of the crowd.
That was Arthur as a child.
The image of this six-year-old boy was not terrifying, at least he did not look like someone who had experienced a tragic death. However, the image of this little boy surprised the King of Knights the most.
"Why...are you here?!"
The current Arthur is actually [Artificial Man No. 9], a clone created based on [Arthur's original]. In his memory world, this six-year-old boy should not exist ------
The "artificial Arthur" before the age of six did not exist.
The non-existent image appears in the inner world of the King of Knights. This is not [seeing a memory], but [seeing an illusion], right?
The little boy did not answer Arthur's question directly, but smiled calmly: "You know? I've been watching you."
"Observing...me?"
"How many times have you died? So far, 1,638,7642 times.
How can a soul deny fate and refuse to accept its own death? Among the ninety-six trillion worlds, you are the first."
The King of Knights frowned. He had never died. At least there was no such thing as death in his memory.
But the other party didn't seem to be lying. There was no feeling of lying, and there was no need for it.
"Deny fate------this is the origin of your talent. Let yourself escape from one parallel world to another to avoid death or worse situations.
There are infinite parallel worlds, so you are invincible. No matter how many times you die, you can come back from another parallel world."
(Does this ability really exist in the world?)
(No. I really died countless times before this?)
(Like a loser who dies over and over again and shamelessly comes back?)
As if seeing through Arthur's doubts, the little boy changed the topic: "------However, are you satisfied with this?"
Soul of eternal calamity, your whole life has been struggling with constant death and restart, like a game that never ends. Aren't you tired?"
There was an inexplicable sadness in his words, which became more and more sad.
"No matter how you escape your own death, death will gradually catch up with you. In front of you is a huge obstacle that is absolutely insurmountable: ------ the seat of Kama (destiny)."
god.
"If you want to fight against God, this ability alone is not enough. You need me."
"You...?" Arthur narrowed his eyes and looked at the little boy. The King of Knights gradually understood something.
"Hurry up and find my fragments." The little boy's figure began to fade, and even his voice became smaller and smaller. "You need my...our...all our strength."
...In order to defeat fate!"
(To defeat fate?)
"Then, you will gain true peace, true tranquility, a permanent [death]. Get rid of the fate of eternal reincarnation. This is the happiness you have been pursuing."
The little boy prayed in front of Arthur, and his form completely disappeared.
The group of "Arthurs" in front of the King of Knights also disappeared one after another. Until they completely merged into the darkness, the King of Knights also woke up from his dream.
It was still dawn, and the people in the camp were sleeping soundly.
Arthur sat quietly, trying to clear his thoughts. His powerful analytical skills came into play again.
We must go and find the fragments of the real [Arthur].
The little boy Arthur who died was brought to Morgoth by Igraine. Morgoth used the excuse to resurrect Arthur, but in fact she turned the little boy Arthur into countless fragments and integrated them into the thirteen machines she made.
Among artificial humans.
This [Arthur] now is "Artificial Human No. 9". In other words, there are twelve other artificial humans who have inherited fragments of the real Arthur.
The twelve failed works that were originally stored in Morgosi's research institute should have been destroyed along with the explosion of the research institute.
Is it...need to excavate that research institute and find the artificial human fragments buried there?
Will things go so smoothly?
What should I do if the debris has been damaged to the point that it cannot be recycled?
The Heavenly Knight, Grand Duke Leon Dickens, was walking into the camp to check on Arthur. He saw Arthur looking confused, thinking that the King of Knights was worried about the upcoming battle.
"Have you not thought of a countermeasure yet, Your Majesty?" he asked with concern.
These words brought the dazed Knight King back to reality. Only then did he remember that there was a decisive battle with Roble next.
Arthur's mind was working rapidly, thinking about the current crisis.
The opportunity to summon the Holy Spirit is five times a day. Yesterday, Arthur used up all five opportunities and had to wait for twenty-four hours to cool down. This is an iron rule engraved in the Round Table system and cannot be changed even if the sky falls.
Not being able to use the Holy Spirit is already very bad. Even the last trump card, [King's Domain] has been used by Arthur, and he has to wait twenty-four hours before he can use it again.
Arthur is now equivalent to going into battle completely naked, and has no way to deal with Roble's [Space Transfer Armor].
No matter how strong the King of Knights Arthur is, if his attacks cannot hit his opponent, everything will be in vain.
Does it seem like we can only retreat?
No. Even if they retreat now, the orcs will soon continue to invade south after occupying Prague. Retreating is a dead move.
We can only think of ways to block the 300,000 troops here.
Not relying on the power of the Holy Spirit, relying only on his own strength to stop the 300,000-strong army? Will Roble stand idly by again?
"Hey, what's going on here?" A figure walked into the military camp and blocked most of the light at the entrance of the camp tent.
Arthur looked at the figure and was stunned for half a second. A feeling of intimacy suddenly surged into Arthur's heart.
That tall figure was all too familiar to the King of Knights.