1:372 Duel with the Holy Spirit (2)

Is Arthur dead?

Definitely!

Bump, bump, bumper, bumper, bumper!!

A loud bang came from the Holy Spirit's body!

The Holy Spirit, the seat of martial bravery, began to crack from the inside! Its silver metal head appeared with countless cracks, and from the cracks, a dazzling golden brilliance was revealed!

Bumper, bumper, bumper !!! something, destroying it from within, from within.

It's Arthur!

Just now, Arthur, who should have been engulfed by the huge pillar of light spit out by the Holy Spirit, unfolded the king's sheath at the last moment! The griffin shield immediately appeared, covering Arthur's whole body. With this gesture, he quickly rushed into the body of the Colossus Holy Spirit!

What he was waiting for was the moment when the Colossus opened its mouth to attack!

Indeed, the Holy Spirit's Seat of Warriors is so large and agile that no matter how much you attack, it is difficult to completely destroy it from the outside.

Arthur, who had penetrated into the Holy Spirit's body, wielded the golden giant blade of the Sword of the Holy King, rushed left and right, and swung the slashing spurs, causing great damage to the Holy Spirit in just a few seconds!

The three-hundred-foot-long golden blade stabbed out of the colossus's chest, and under the desperate struggle of the Holy Spirit, it continued to cut upwards!

The Holy Spirit went mad and reached out to grab the golden blade, as if trying to stop the giant blade from splitting itself!

More golden light exploded from the Holy Spirit's body! Arthur unleashed [Spellbreaker] again! This time it exploded even more in the Holy Spirit's body, blowing the Colossus's body to a pulp!

The Holy Spirit finally couldn't bear to let go of his hand, and when he let go, Arthur had already dragged the golden blade upwards and backwards, splitting the Holy Spirit and the Seat of Martial Courage in two!

Roar, roar In the scattered white light, Arthur stood still, as if nothing had happened, watching the light of the Holy Spirit envelop him.

He lifted the king's sheath and waited for countless white lights to gather into the sheath.

However, the accident happened again! The liliang of the Holy Spirit did not flow into Arthur's scabbard, but into the wound on Arthur's shoulder!

"What?!Uhh The scenery around him changed instantly, and he soon returned to the cemetery.

"Ahh

"Arthur?!" Greenway rushed over in a panic to check on Arthur.

"Painkillers!" Arthur shouted hoarsely.

"Okay, hold on!" Greenway, who had been prepared, still trembled her hands, and while reassuring Arthur to stop struggling, she picked up a syringe and injected the painkiller into Arthur's body.

The painkiller took effect immediately, suppressing Arthur's pain. He managed to get up.

"What the hell is going on?!" King Othur looked at Arthur's left arm in surprise.

His arms are wrapped in [darkness] and [light]. The purple-black evil glow intertwined with the ru-white holy glow, revealing a peculiar swirling texture on Arthur's arm. Two rays of light shone one one after the other, and it seemed that a fierce battle was going on in Arthur's body!

"Chaos!" exclaimed King Othur's spirit.

The next morning.

Bediwell watched awkwardly as Albert helped him get dressed. It was a very complicated, very expensive ceremonial garment, and it had taken Al hours just to tie Bedi's belt. Bedi didn't know how to do it himself, and just standing there waiting for Al to come and serve him, his own legs were already sore and limp.

"Al, yes, is it necessary to dress like this?" Bediwell was really not used to wearing this kind of dress. His clothes were stiff, stinging every part of his body, and his waist was particularly tight.

"Just bear with me. Lord Tutan hates being looked down upon, and to arrange a meeting with him, you'd better dress formally. "Okay. I hope the patriarch will enjoy seeing this monkey suit. Bediwell said helplessly.

"This is the only set of ceremonial clothes, and there is no way for me to take out another set of such a luxurious thing. Albert vomited angrily, "If you like to wear it, if you don't like it, you can go to Tutan naked, and see if he will punch you in anger!" Bediwell muttered a few more words, his face unpleasant and uncomfortable.

As soon as the day dawned, it began to boil outside, and it seemed that the envoys of the Turkic (elephant people) tribe had arrived.

"Okay. Albert peered out of the window, "Tutan is here, he'll go to Daddy for a meeting first." When they're done, I'll find a way to break up the others and let you meet with the elephant chief.

Time is tight, 10 minutes at most. You spend ten minutes chatting with Tutan, do your best. Bediwell was frustrated. Ten minutes. It was an almost impossible task to convince a patriarch not to go to war with a human in ten minutes.

The two teenagers looked over (Albert's room was on the second floor), and there was a lot of movement outside the living room on the first floor, with dozens of Elephant Terran warriors under their command. Tutan, the elephant leader in armor, is talking to Robert, the tiger people, about military affairs. They were supposed to speak the Terran dialect, and Beddwell didn't understand a single word.

"Hehe, another battle won. Albert sneered, he seemed to be able to understand a thing or two.

Has humanity lost again in this war? It's not a strange thing. The foxes are frantically digging into the legacy of the ancients, and they have a lot of messy golems, which they throw into the war to great effect.

Moreover, the Tiger Clan, the Leopard Clan, the White Bear Clan and the Elephant Clan are all excellent warriors, and in terms of combat ability alone, one person can be on par with more than a dozen human knights. I haven't counted the rabbit people who can manipulate Warcraft.

Now it is still a variety of small-scale battles, and when it comes to large-scale battles, the orcs will definitely use their magic weapons, and the human race will inevitably suffer heavy casualties at that time.

Of course, the Human Alliance is not easy to mess with. The heavenly knights of Pantoracan, the generals of Rome, the rose knights of France, and the magicians of the mermaid court will also be ruined once they make a move.

Bediwell eavesdropped on her as she panicked. He still has no idea what to do to stop this war. Everything werewolf boy has done so far is just trying his luck.

The meeting of the patriarchs lasted almost two hours. Robert said a few words and left, as if to prepare something. Tutan and his Elephant Terran warriors rested in the conference room, waiting for Robert's return.

"Bedi, get ready. Albert said, and walked out, "As soon as I distract those guards, you'll talk to Robert." Remember, be elegant and don't be reckless. If he mistakenly thinks that you are going to assassinate him, you will die. Bediwell felt a chill in his back. The tiger boy had pushed the door out of the room, down the stairs, and into the living room. He walked slowly and carefully, presumably to dispel the hostility of the elephant people. Bedwell secretly remembered Albert's pace, lest it be his turn to get into trouble.

The tiger boy walked into the conference room, talked to the elephant people, and then, as a matter of course, walked out and led the group of guards away.

Although he didn't know how Albert did it, Beddie had no choice but to hurry up and walk outside.