1:374 Exhortation to the Jedi (2)

An elephant guard hurried in, not because of the noise in the conference room, but because he had received news that something had happened in the Turkic homeland.

He muttered a few words in Tutan's ear, and the patriarch's expression changed subtly.

He threw away the werewolf boy he had caught, and Bediwell fell to the ground, bleeding profusely and pale.

Tutan grabbed Bedeville's right hand, pulled a packet of herbs out of his pocket, bit it up, and put it on the werewolf boy's arm, then tore open his sleeve to bandage it.

"This kid may be a lucky star. Tutan said in English that the werewolf boy barely understood, mixed with the Elephant Terran dialect.

"Woo" Bediwell has no time to care about these things, he feels dizzy, he has bled himself just now, it seems that he is indeed too heavy.

"Boy, I can't promise you anything. "But, [if], I mean [if], if there really is another way to live, I assure you, we will not attack humanity again."

If we can, even if we are hungry and full, we want to live on our liliang.

If we can, we also want to live with dignity. "Xiexie you. Tears clouded the werewolf boy's eyes, and a large circle of darkness gradually narrowed his horizons. He couldn't see Tutan's face clearly.

He only vaguely saw a figure running in.

"Bedi?!" Zuihou heard before Bediwell fainted, it was Albert's voice.

In the darkness, another pair of sinister fox eyes were secretly watching Bediwell. Only he knew the value of this werewolf boy.

At night.

Arthur opened his eyes to see Greenway lying asleep on the edge of his bed again.

His shoulder was still aching, but unlike the cursed pain before, he felt like a war was going on inside his shoulder. Obviously, the eternal spirit and the immortal spirit are incompatible, and they are fighting together in Arthur's body, eroding each other, causing a tearing throbbing pain in Arthur's arm nerves one after another.

Now that Greenway has helped inject painkillers, without the inhibition of drugs, I am afraid that the pain will be even more earth-shattering. Arthur wondered if it would be better to have his left hand amputated entirely.

(The one-armed man only had Bedeville, and I don't want to add such a strange setting.) Greenwiel slept very lightly, and she was awakened by Arthur's movement, and immediately got up: "Are you awake? "Yes, Haode. xiexie。 Arthur said shyly, he was afraid that his behavior of watching Greenwiel's sleeping appearance would be noticed by the other party.

He was afraid that his blush would be noticed by the other party.

After getting up and eating a little oatmeal and mashed potatoes, Arthur regained his senses. Or maybe it's because he brought the king's sheath with him and regained his spirit.

"What's the next Holy Spirit, King Aorser?" asked Arthur, who couldn't wait to get ready for the next Holy Spirit.

"Arthur, don't worry, you still need to rest. Greenway nagged.

Arthur looked disapproving: "I want to know the other party's ability first, so that I can have time to think about how to deal with it when I can't sleep in bed." King Othur's spirituality looked at Arthur who was so desperate, and he didn't say anything, so he sighed: "If you want to enter the subspace of the seat of asceticism and fight that thing, you need to master the timing of summoning the seat of martial arts first." Although the Seat of Warriors is powerful, it can only be summoned once a day, which is the limit of the Round Table system

Moreover, what I'm most worried about is whether you can successfully summon the Martial Throne in your current state. His gaze was focused on Arthur's left arm. The purple-black evil light and the silver-white holy light were still entangled with each other, and the fight was inseparable.

If the Holy Spirit is too busy to respond to Arthur's call—"Then you can think of a way that I can win without the help of the Warrior Seat!" Arthur insisted.

King Other smiled. The Holy Spirit that Arthur had to deal with was getting stronger and stronger, getting closer and closer to [God's] being. Arthur wanted to defeat God without the help of any Holy Spirit?

The young knight, the madness he possessed, had not abated until now. His desire to confront God has not changed.

Even though he knew his true origins, Arthur still had no way to forgive God. The life-and-death duel between him and Kama (the seat of destiny) will come one day.

At that time, he will use the sword in his hand to cut off the god's head, and slap the god of fate one by one.

He never thought of relying on the liliang of the Holy Spirit to defeat God.

In the distant past, Wang activated the Round Table system.

At that time, King Othur's spirituality looked at his own deity, the weather-beaten, cruel and ruthless King of Iron Blood.

"Is that really no problem?" said the white king, who knew that the real King Othur was going to war, and that King Othur would not return.

"I leave everything to you. But King Othur said, "You are my only remaining conscience, and all my merits." Until the Round Table system was successfully launched, I was still doubting whether I really had a conscience. But now, I'm finally at ease. The king turned and prepared to leave. His black cloak fluttered in the wind and snow.

"This is the one thing I can do for this era. Let me, a wayward person, be willful again. "It's an adventure. King Othur's spirituality said, "If you also lose, this era will end, and if there is no successor, three thousand years from now, this shijie will also end." It's better to keep this zuihou a piece of pure land" "It's useless. King Osher said, his short black hair fluttering in the cold wind, sticking to a few patches of frost and snow from time to time, "Without the Holy Grail, I may not be able to reset this shijie." But there's one more thing I can do. Let this shijie be reborn in destruction.

There must be stronger lives that have survived this destruction. Out of the darkness, they will rise again.

Your Holy Spirit is the result of the sublimation of pure souls, and you are infinitely close to God. Therefore, I am afraid that you will not be able to understand what we mortals do-

But this shijie can only be saved by mortals. It is never God who saves the world, but mortals. King Othur thought spiritually. He only had a part of King Arthur's memory and mind, and he could not fully understand the thoughts of the Buddha-figure.

"If this shijie person is so unscrupulous, and he can't produce a talent for three thousand years, then the human race deserves to be destroyed. Let them be destroyed. King Othur faded away, "This shijie depends on their own creation." "That was the only thing King Othur could do:-

Pin your hopes on the next generation.

Don't hesitate, don't worry, just believe.

Believe in Arthur three thousand years later: this thin, stupid-looking, young and ignorant knight in the face of King Aoser's spirituality-

Is this the choice of King Othur?-

What makes you so different?

And what made you carry such a huge fate?