It was rearranged on the beach, and the precious materials sent from the Shadow Country were completely depleted.

The materials required to deploy the formation to the specifications of the god-king level enemy are an extremely staggering astronomical amount, and when converted into a literal meaning, it is probably a resource for the whole of Ireland.

Rao is a succession of sacked the Norse gods, Olympus, Sumerian and other large gods, and then the family is so big that the local tyrants are helpless, and they also feel a pain in the flesh.

However, compared to the safety of the Shadow Country, this material is nothing, and when the time comes, if you kill a god king, you may be able to blow up all the things that were spent, and the prop that even a god can die instantly makes Qi Wuce's eyes red.

Besides, if everything goes according to plan, the formation may not be activated this time until it is left behind in the future.

Qi Wuce leaned against the tree to rest for a while, and the mind consumed by the formation really made him feel a little tired.

Arthur, on the other hand, was unconscious due to the excessive mana consumption of supporting Avalon to resist the miracle thunder, and so far he has not shown any signs of waking up.

At dusk, Qi Wuce suddenly opened his sharp eyes, and the things that were about to come ashore in the distance had disturbed his precious sleep for a short time.

Without thinking too much, Qi Wuce began to be on guard with all his heart, and walked lightly to the sleeping Arthur, there was no time left for this King Arthur to continue to sleep with his head covered.

Considering that Arthur had indeed spent a lot of energy as a tank before, Qi Wuce dismissed the idea of using physical techniques to forcibly pull Arthur out of his sleep. On the contrary, in the matter of getting people up, Qi Wuce chose a gentle method for the first time.

The birds and flowers are quiet and peaceful, and in the huge city, every people's face is full of happy smiles, and everything seems to be developing towards a prosperous and beautiful future.

This was King Arthur's dream, and it had become an ideal place for the people to live and work in peace.

For Britain's nostalgia, this sense of responsibility has long been deep in Arthur's heart, even from the time after the fall of Great Britain, but now Arthur still can't help but see everything he longs for in his dreams at midnight.

Looking at Lancelot, who was chatting with Gawain, the two who were supposed to be opposites were now colleagues who had a bad relationship.

The Knights of the Round Table are still happy and peaceful. Arthur, who was watching everything from a third-person perspective that he hadn't yet realized, sighed.

People who are in a good dream can never wake up by themselves, because it is a "dream" that they think about day and night but can't get.

Arthur, the Eternal King, the most famous leader Britannica has ever seen. Many glorious titles are loved by those who are all in one, even if it is an existence like him, who takes the way of knighthood as his life creed and is unswerving, it is inevitable that he will be immersed in a sweet dream.

Perhaps Arthur will realize that everything is just a false dream, and sooner or later he will wake up and return to reality.

But Qi Wuce had no patience to continue waiting for Arthur to wake up naturally from a good sleep, unless he wanted to have an intimate encounter with the catastrophe that was about to come—the stinky foot girl in the sky the size of two or three football fields.

Qi Wuce leaned over Arthur's ear with neat movements, and said slowly in that seductive and depraved devilish voice: "It's too long! You smashed Mordred and rebelled, and Camelot is dead! ”

As if a nightmare had caused a great blow to his soul, Arthur bounced up from the ground sweating profusely, and as if he were weak in his steps, he found a nearby tree to lean on to support his body from falling.

Judging from Arthur's rapid breathing, it was clear that his heart had not yet calmed down.

"Hush." Because he couldn't see the scene he expected, Qi Wuce was a little disappointed.

He had expected Arthur to shout "What? My Great Britain is dead! Rather comic words like that woke up, taking some of the pressure off the gradually dull atmosphere. Now it seems that this is all wishful thinking on his part.

Come to think of it, after all, Arthur's character really doesn't look like the kind of person who will shout "What?!" My Great Britain is dead?! "People who speak like that.

"Wake up, wake up, hurry up and adjust your state and prepare to escape." Qi Wuce said.

"Ready for battle, aren't you? Okay, I've got it...... What the? What's the deal with running away? Arthur was obviously still a little confused, considering that he was dragged back by Qi Wuce, and it was reasonable that he had some problems with his brain along the way.

"Then retreat!" Arthur's decisive answer surprised Qi Wuce, and the figures of the female and male Arthur in his mind no longer coincided.

If it's the Dull King, I'm afraid I'll ask him about his plan concept as soon as possible before choosing whether to retreat or not according to the reason. Arthur, by contrast, is much more straightforward.

"Okay, let's run, plan to run as we go." The voice fell, and Qi Wuce appeared a hundred meters away without looking back.

Arthur looked at Qi Wuce's back running wildly with black lines, and turned his head to look at the huge soles of his feet that were about to be stepped on, Arthur's face changed, and he couldn't even maintain his usual knightly demeanor, so he spread his legs and chased Qi Wuce's back.

Arthur's speed of action was indeed fast, but it was not fast enough, but he barely left the huge ball of his foot behind him, and it was not worth mentioning compared to Qi Wuxuan, who specialized in the race against time.

The journey of several miles was completed in less than a minute, and this was the result of Qi Wuce's deliberate slowing down to match Arthur's.

But even this lightning speed could not allow Qi Wuting and Arthur to shake off the giant, after all, the giant's size was too large, and even those legs were like optimus pillars that grew out of the sky and inserted into the earth.

There is only one such giant in the memory of the well-informed Qi Wuce, and that is Atlas, the sky-supporting giant of Olympus.

In the world of common sense, body size and destructive power are often directly proportional, and this is a god generation full of unknowns and uncertainties, and everything is extremely difficult to describe by common sense.

For example, this deep-sea giant, judging from the divinity that overflows all over its body, I am afraid that its destructive power is by no means more than its size indicates, and this is exactly what Qi Wuce is worried about.

In the face of the furious giants of the deep, Ireland and its surrounding waters are only afraid of bad luck.

Gritting his teeth, Qi Wuce ruthlessly led Arthur towards the interior, from the moment the giant appeared, he already knew that the formation he had laid out would not be left behind.