Chapter 9: Miracles and the Law (Table)

The next day.

"Hah!" Arthur rolled over to dodge the stinger of a manticore, and chopped off the monster's head with a sword. The lion's head roared and flew away, and its struggling body raised a stream of dark green poisonous blood, which was about to sprinkle Arthur's poison on the verge of death.

The boy hid under the belly of another manticore with a sliding shovel, and before the manticore could react, it was sprinkled with poisonous blood, and Arthur had already gone around behind the monster, and at the same time slashed the second manticore in half with his sword!

But his battle was far from over, as a large group of manticores attacked again.

Countless poisonous scorpion tails pierced the boy, this poison can instantly poison an elephant to death, and ordinary people will die if they are gently scraped.

However, the boy was not afraid, he only had anger in his heart.

Anger will make the IQ of ordinary people drop to zero in an instant, and make the wise man reckless.

However, the boy had been burning with anger for a long time, and he had long since learned to let reason and anger coexist. Anger not only did not make him stupid, but it stimulated his mind, excited his body and mind, and gave him extraordinary reaction speed.

The manticores chased the young man's figure and stabbed him around, but they were always one step behind, and they could only watch the young man slip through the gap in the poisonous tail array. When the monsters began to show fatigue after the onslaught was fruitless, Arthur swung his lightsaber in his hand and counterattacked.

The green light is shining, and the sword shadow is swimming.

One flash, two flashes, five flashes, ten flashes, one hundred flashes!

The monsters were cut off their tails, their hearts pierced, their hands and feet cut off, their heads smashed, and they all died. In less than ten seconds, corpses were scattered all over the ground.

"Ha, ha, ha—" The boy gasped and looked coldly at the leader of the giant manticore, twenty yards away. The guy was as tall as an elephant, with nine scorpion tails covered in poisonous needles towering and wriggling.

"The little brothers are all dead, are you still stealing your life?" the young man waved his lightsaber in provocation: "Come and suffer death!" The enraged manticore-tailed lion king jumped up, and the nine scorpion tails swung wildly, stabbing at the young man from all directions.

A round of piercing passed, and a nearly stabbed corpse fell to the ground. But it was just the corpse of a baby manticore, a stand-in made by the boy using projection magic.

The Manticore King twitched violently from the pain, and then fell silently. Its body was broken into hundreds of pieces of minced flesh before it hit the ground, and it fell to the ground with a burning smell.

The boy crawled out of the pile of monsters' corpses and wiped the dirt off his face as if nothing had happened.

"This kid is really ruthless today. Said the tall masked man who was observing from the high platform.

"This is no longer a fight, but a simple slaughter. Another masked man said disdainfully, "What a ferocious [dragon]." "Cameron, you're always targeting this kid?" said the tall masked man, "do you hate him so much?" "I'm just telling the truth. The masked man named Cameron said, "The regimental commander is, why do you always speak for this kid? Is he that good? The combat effectiveness is good, but not very prominent." As far as I can see, there are still a dozen or so people in the Order who are as strong as him.

Moreover, this is at best a comparison of swordsmanship, and it is not enough for a knight to rely on swordsmanship, but also to be proficient in horsemanship, defense, and shielding, strict adherence to chivalry, and a strong faith. (What else are you going to talk about [firm faith] in this shijie of religious decline?) "Don't give me those damn rules. The masked man, who was called the head of the regiment, waved his hand disdainfully, "When I debuted, I was a stinky little ghost. The knight doesn't even think about it.

But do you see? I jumped three steps in five years, and finally climbed to the position of regimental commander. This shijie is not as complicated as you think, and it turns out that the strong decide everything.

A strong person is strong no matter what, and he will eventually come out of the way. If you see such a person not being used well, and by the time he is so strong that you can't control it, it's too late. Cameron looked at the tall masked man: "Oh, the head of the regiment is really scheming. "So?" the head of the regiment asked in a somewhat expectant tone.

"We'll have to watch again. Cameron insisted on refusing to let him go, "I still have a question." If he can't meet my expectations, please stop your willfulness, Commander. "Okay. The head of the regiment sighed, and seemed to talk to the other party for a long time or play the piano to the cow, "Let the Lord of the Abyss out." (Hurry up, I'm going to drink.) (Who will win anyway, the outcome has long been known.) The boy was still fighting a djinn. The enemy is dozens of feet tall and strong, and he is still full of energy after being slashed by a lightsaber many times.

"I hate you guys with thick skin and a lot of blood. The boy clenched his lightsaber. He was going to pierce the djinn's brain with a single blow so it couldn't move again - but he was still looking for a chance.

However, the door of the death pit suddenly opened not open, but collapsed directly, and out of it was a huge skeleton dragon.

It was the resentment of a dead dragon (the remnants of inherent photons) attached to the keel, and over the years, it continued to transform into a necromancy.

It has no memory, no thoughts, no feelings, no consciousness, only pure killing intent.

The skeleton dragon lunged up and stomped on the djinn. The hard, boiled soles of its feet writhed, cleaning the blood from its feet. Then, demonstratively, it roared at Arthur. Get ready for the next sprint!

"It's wonderful," the boy shrugged helplessly, "one with thick skin has gone, and another one has no skin." "The dragon is coming towards the boy! This huge body, this attack that swept through thousands of armies, with the mobility of human beings, will never be able to dodge! Even if you dodge, you will be blown away by the shock wave that is set off, hit the wall, and become meat sauce!

What to do?

A ten-thousandth of a second passed.

Will die!

A thousandth of a second passed.

I don't want to die, especially not to die in such a meaningless place!

A hundredth of a second passed.

To die is the end, and to die is to be destroyed!

Another tenth of a second passed.

I'm Arthur. D. Pantoraken, the one who will one day become the strongest swordsman in all over the earth, the one who will bow down to me in death!

"Haa

What happened in that moment was impossible, [miracle].

Even if the photon mirror of a light saber is operating at full power, it is impossible to emit so many photons. Because there aren't so many free photons in the space around you that can be collected and reflected!

That is, [liliang out of nothing]. It violates the laws of nature, violates the equivalent exchange, and transcends the existence of natural liliang.

That is, the embodiment of [the third miracle], "Photonic Creation." Legend has it that the creator god created Shijie from a void to create a sea of photons, the origin of all matter, energy, souls, and realms!

Although it was only for a moment, it suddenly erupted like a photon storm like the creation of the universe, not only resisting the mortal blow of the Skeleton Dragon, but also directly bombarding its skull into ashes.

The dragon had no power to resist, and could only watch itself disappear in the light!

Terrible blow.

If this blow is used on the battlefield, how many lives will be annihilated in an instant?

The headless dragon fell, its bones burned to powder by an inner evil fire, never to exist again. After watching this scene, the nervous teenager finally relaxed. As soon as he relaxed, he immediately collapsed.

"Alive," said young Arthur to himself weakly, "it's good to be alive." "Has the medical team already arrived?" commanded the tall masked man.

"How's it going? see what you want to see?" he asked, looking back.

"Not what I was expecting. Cameron replied, "But that's an interesting phenomenon." It's worth keeping watching. "Observation? There are no more powerful enemies in the simulator than the Lord of the Abyss. The regiment commander said. "What exactly did you expect to see?" "I expected to see him escape. Cameron said calmly. "In the face of an opponent who cannot be defeated, normal people will definitely run away. A person who does not know how to escape is not qualified to be a knight. A person's own life is the most precious. How can a person who does not know how to cherish life be allowed to go to war. Little did he know that the boy had never intended to be a knight.

"If he can't escape, he will be beaten to death. If he doesn't run away and is killed directly, it will be considered a failure, is this kind of insidious setting?" the regimental commander sneered sarcastically, "However, he didn't escape, and he won." What else do you have to say?" "All I can say is that he's more of a monster. Cameron said coldly. "Do you think you really have what it takes to control this monster, Leon?" "God knows. The Knights Captain smiled meaningfully. "It's not the first time I've worked with [dragons], but it's the most fun. Just let me and this [dragon] be happy for a while. After speaking, the regimental commander raised his cloak and disappeared into the darkness.

The head of the regiment just wants to take the opportunity to have fun. That's exactly what Cameron fears the most.

Playing with a dragon will sooner or later be bitten by a dragon - Cameron's fears will be fulfilled in half a year.