Chapter 502: The Fierce Battle in the Celestial Pole (18)
Just because the core of the Holy Spirit is revealed doesn’t mean Arthur wins. On the contrary, the White Tower of the Holy Spirit was cornered, and its attack would be even more brutal!
Strong rays of light gather, and it seems that there is a dangerous move!
Arthur has just activated the Griffon Shield and cannot use it for the time being!
In order to protect himself, all he can do is to open the light blade of the Holy King’s Sword to the maximum and stab it out with all his strength!
Whoosh! ! ! The core burst out with a powerful beam!
Touch! ! ! The huge 30-foot-long blade of the Sword of the Holy King collided with the beam, causing a dazzling flash!
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly
However, the beam still prevailed, and Arthur was quickly engulfed by the light!
After the light, no ash remains. Arthur was completely burned out by this light!
Clap! The core of the White Tower of the Holy Spirit began to crumble.
Arthur is hiding on the other side of the core, and with the sword of the holy king, gave the opponent a solid blow!
Clap la la la la! The core of the Holy Spirit cracked even more, and the milky white light on it flickered and seemed to be confused.
“Idiot. What you just shot with the light beam was just my phantom,” Arthur said dispassionately.
Just as the core of the Holy Spirit was about to fire a beam, Arthur also swung a huge blade of light. But he didn’t plan to confront his opponent head-on. Instead, he used the cover of the huge light of the light blade to go around behind the core, and at the same time released his own phantom.
The Phantom stayed put, hit by the Holy Spirit’s core beam cannon. But it was just a phantom. At the same time as being swallowed by the beam, the ability was released and the image disappeared.
Arthur had already circled behind the core and stabbed the core with a sword.
[Mirage Phantom] Although it is only a fleeting ability, the activation time is even shorter than that of the Griffon Shield; but if used well, it can reverse the disadvantage in an instant and turn corruption into magic!
Arthur had suffered so much against the Holy Spirit White Knight, and he had already figured out how to use this phantom.
“Sure enough, the White Knight is still the strongest among you Holy Spirits. No matter how powerful you are, it can’t match its wisdom.” Arthur sighed.
The White Tower of the Holy Spirit finally gave up. It turned into a white light, surrounded Arthur, and was finally completely absorbed by Arthur’s body.
Gravity free space released. Arthur thought he was going to fall just like that, a little nervous. But a white brick caught him and continued to ascend with the knight.
He sat wearily on the ground and looked up. He could already see the destination in the distance: a white room above 600,000 feet above sea level.
At the same time, Rome.
“What? Deanna woke up?” Albert jumped up from the bed, “Let me go see her.”
“Why do you think we will release you from prison?” The Gaia knight Kador’s tone was vaguely hostile.
“Ow——” The little tiger made a low ooh, and there was no place to vent his grievances.
Kadol disapproved of the tiger man boy’s protest: “Just be patient. When she recovers to the point where she can get out of bed, she will let her come to see you.”
“By the way, what’s that black spot on your neck? A birthmark?”
Albert couldn’t help but reached out and touched the fur on his neck, “If you humans call the natural stains on your skin birthmarks, of course we can also call the natural stains on your fur birthmarks. Even this Don’t know meow? Haven’t been to elementary school?”
Knight Gaia replied in dissatisfaction: “I got a Juris Doctor degree from the University of London. You haven’t been to primary school, and none of you orcs have been to primary school. Seeing you speak rudely, naive and ridiculous, even [ ?], [me] sounds are pronounced [meow]!”
“Ugh!” Albert blushed at the refutation.
The Hungarian people do not have the concept of school, but the clan attaches great importance to education, especially the study of human culture. They force children to study hard from an early age – in order to better understand human society: the so-called know yourself and the enemy, and win every battle.
Albert thinks he speaks English perfectly. But he is still a teenager after all, and he lacks the opportunity to practice speaking English among the Fierce Fangs. Even though he has spoken English for so long now, he occasionally leaks a little bit of local accent.
He’s been [meow] for so long, but he never realizes that he thinks his English is very authentic—until he’s teased like that by Cador.
“Really that meow… that bad meow?”
“What do you think? A big cat is a big cat. Sure enough, the cat’s nature is hard to change.” Cador looked coldly at the tiger boy in the prison.
“Ow——” The little tiger’s fur stood up and continued to make a low growl, which made him more like a cat.
Just then, a knight came in with a beautiful Persian cat in his arms. The Persian cat has golden hair and big, round blue eyes.
“I brought Wallace. . . . Cador, this is your idea. If the Duke of Hall is to blame, I don’t know anything!” The knight put Persia The cat was stuffed into Cador’s hand, and the cat was unusually calm.
“Understood, I owe you a favor, Draven.” Cador chatted with the knight named Draven and sent him away.
“Come and see your kind, Wallace.” Cador approached the iron fence of the cell holding the Persian cat.
“Meow?” The big golden Persian cat looked at Albert with its special big eyes.
“Why did you bring a cat to see me…” Albert couldn’t guess the other party’s intentions, so he had to keep a distance and continue to observe.
Cador glanced at the scar on Wallace’s neck, and then at the scar on Albert’s neck. He was comparing the birthmarks of the two.
The same. The two star-shaped birthmarks, bored from the angles of the stars and the proportions of each angle, are exactly the same.
There is no such thing as such a coincidence in this world. There must be a mystery in this.
“Boy, do you remember when you were born?” Cador asked suddenly.
“Idiot, how can you possibly remember this kind of thing.” Albert said disapprovingly.
Humans have vague memories before they are sensible (about six years old). Even if I think back to the past when I grow up, I can only have a vague impression.
It is generally believed that this is because the brain is not fully developed, and the human memory is not fully functioning, and it is impossible to carve a deep enough [memory groove] in the cerebral hemisphere.
Moreover, the older one grows, the shallower the earliest [memory ditch] becomes, and that part of the memory is [lost], or [distorted].
However, for Albert, there is a certain “memory that did not belong to him” that always haunts him.
He has been dreaming a dream of a young man digging up a certain young man in the sea of fire.
When he was younger, the dream kept coming back and it almost drove him crazy. In the dream, his body was completely scorched and gradually collapsed in the arms of the man. The burning pain is so real, and the feeling of body collapse is so terrifying. At the moment of his complete breakdown, the man’s voice was so hoarse again~IndoMTL.com~ This all continued even after waking up, and continued to torment Albert all morning.
He was in great pain, but this pain could only be hidden in his heart. He couldn’t say it, and he didn’t dare say it to anyone—if he said it, he would definitely be regarded as a [madman].
In the Underdark, [Mad] is worse than [Trash]. Not only are lunatics not contributing to the clan, they are also a potential danger. Therefore, they are always dealt with first, and the end is very tragic – even the son of the patriarch is no exception.
Well, right?
Albert remembers being almost crazy. However, it seems that someone…
Who saved him?
Can’t remember. Just can’t remember. The more Al thinks about it, the more his head hurts.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” He was sweating profusely, and his breathing was getting quicker.
“Hey, boy, what’s wrong with you!?” Cador looked at Albert’s abnormality at a loss.
“Meow.” The Persian cat Wallace suddenly jumped into the cell and came to Albert.
He stretched out his cat’s paw and pressed it lightly on Al’s head.
Something flowed into Albert’s mind.
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