Chapter 1484 - Brave New World (2)

Boom!!A deafening explosion rang out in the small village in the distance.

Immediately after, a strong shock wave set off a wave of qi and pressed on Arthur's body head-on. His current weak young body couldn't help but be blown back by this powerful qi wave, and he almost fell. Arthur leaned on the sword in his hand and stabbed it diagonally into the ground.

With the support of the silver sword, the boy finally managed to stand firm. At the same time, the black-haired village girl also got up from the ground and exclaimed, "It's the British army! The British army is coming! Michael, please help us!"

Arthur still stood still, not knowing what to do. In the distance, the village began to burn into flames, explosions rang out, and the invading army of England appeared to be burning the village with rockets and incendiary bombs. This is the most typical approach of the aggressor, savage and violent, which Arthur would have despised.

But what could Arthur do now? His body became that of a weak young man, and although he had a sword in his hand, it was a little too heavy to wield. He could defeat one or two enemies with his skill and the sharpness of his sword, but if the enemies surrounded him in groups, with Arthur's current physical strength, he was almost certain to die.

It would be nice if you had at least one lightsaber in hand. But is there such a high-tech weapon as a lightsaber in this world? Even if there is, can you find such a lightsaber in such a poor village deep in the countryside?

All in all, it is clearly unrealistic to rush into the village now to stop the invading army. Arthur had just arrived in this world, and Queen Greenway, who was bent on finding him, would certainly not be in a hurry to seek death in such a place

Abandoning people in danger is not the usual style of the Knight King.

What should I do?

The young man in front of him was unmoved, but the girl was even more excited: "I understand, Michael-sama." As God taught me before, we have to help ourselves before we ask for help, right? I'll do it, I'll fight, even if I take my last breath, I'll fight the invaders to the end. ＂

Then, before Arthur could react, the girl had already crashed into Arthur's arms and snatched the small dagger from Arthur's waist.

"Please lend me this. "The girl ran away with her dagger and ran desperately into the burning village!

"No—!" Arthur tried to stop, but the girl's figure had disappeared with incredible speed.

A drop of cold sweat broke out from Arthur's forehead.

What's going on here?

There was no divine test, and Arthur was just hesitating. However, his weakness and indecisiveness indirectly led to the girl's death.

As a man, as the original king of Great Britain, how could Arthur tolerate such a thing?!

He grabbed his sword and took the first step, just as he was about to rush over to rescue the girl.

However, at this moment, a black shadow of a crow suddenly appeared in the tree beside him.

"Stop, Your Majesty!" the voice from the crow's body went straight into Arthur's head.

It's Merlin. Prime Minister Merlin sensed that King Arthur was about to do something stupid, and couldn't help but hurriedly reappear to stop it!

"Don't stop me, Merlin. Arthur said angrily, "I can't watch civilians innocently killed in front of my eyes and do nothing - especially that little girl!"

"No, you should watch them be killed, if that's their fate!" Merlin said urgently: "Don't forget the most important thing: Your Majesty, you came to this world as a spirit! You, like other light spirits, are things that should not exist in this world! Every action you make will affect the fate of this world and bring chaos!"

The Knight King frowned.

"Don't worry about such a trivial matter as touching someone else. Your Majesty, if you go to save the people in that village, you will have to swing your sword against that group of troops, and even kill that group of British soldiers, right? For the light spirit, killing people is the most undesirable thing, and it will have a huge impact on the original fate of this world!"

"I don't care!" said King Arthur, still stubbornly.

Merlin was even more anxious: "Maybe among the British soldiers you are about to kill, they or their descendants will become the saviors who will save the world? Or maybe among the villagers you are about to save, they or their descendants will really be the destroyers of the world? God knows! Every time you save or kill someone, it will bring huge variables to the future of this world, and the variables will bring chaos, and chaos will bring about the accelerated destruction of this world! Please think carefully before your majesty starts!"

Arthur then straightened his face: "Merlin, don't forget the most important thing: I just need to find Greenway in this world and bring her back." The life or death of this world has nothing to do with me!"

Merlin asked for a while: "Since the life and death of this world have nothing to do with Your Majesty, then Your Majesty, what reason do you have to save the people of this village?"

The Knight King didn't answer, just snorted: "It's just a waste of time to discuss it with you any longer." I'll just do what I want to do, and that's it!"

He ignored the shadow of the crow in the tree and went straight to the scene of the fire with his sword.

The fire, which consumed everything.

A group of British soldiers plundered the village, far from being knights, but a group of ragged infantry. These people were ragged and unkempt, their faces covered in sludge and blood were full of flesh, and their small, bloodshot eyes were constantly radiating bloodthirsty and fierce light.

These so-called soldiers were all destitute and had little protection on their bodies, and some of them had only a piece of rough leather pinned to their chests as a defensive sword. Their battle gear was even more ridiculous - the soldiers were armed with rusty, bloodstained yellow and black broken iron swords and spears, which they used as a tool to show off their might in front of the villagers.

These are not so much military men as bandits.

And this group of soldiers, who are also bandits, are now throwing Molotov cocktails prepared at their waists everywhere, burning the thatched and dilapidated village houses one after another. When the villagers fled in terror, the bandits rushed into the scene of the fire in great disguise and looted everything worth plundering in the house. The British did not set fire to the village with the intention of killing people, and most of the villagers had already fled, so there were not many dead and injured villagers in this attack.

Despite this, the village was still filled with blood and fire, and everywhere was filled with death and screams, and it was a mess.

At this moment, a young girl appeared in the fire. With a dagger in hand, she looked at the three British soldiers in the distance who were breaking into the house, and shouted, "Stop!"

"Oh, what do we have here?" One of the British soldiers in the lead turned his head to look at the girl and his companion, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile evilly: "A little girl?ha!"

He laughed at his companions: "So, all the men in France are dead, and only the women and children are left to fight!"

He turned around again and looked at the girl with contempt: "So, do you want to challenge me, uncle, with that poor little dagger? Then come, little ghost! Don't blame me for your death!"

The girl didn't say much, she shouted, rushed up and stabbed the big man in the abdomen!

"Wow, wow, wow!" the big man easily dodged away, and at the same time shouted softly, "It's terrible, little sister!"

Seeing that she didn't hit with one blow, the girl still didn't give up, and slashed a second knife into the enemy's abdomen with her backhand!

"Hey, don't be presumptuous!" the big man avoided again, and began to look a little impatient. His companions, the other two British soldiers, also began to laugh heartily, as if they did not take the girl in their eyes at all!

The girl chased after the soldier and continued to swing her sword and slash. It can be seen from her movements that she has never received any military training, nor does she know any basics of fighting, and the dagger in her hand is even shorter. Therefore, no matter how hard she wields, it is impossible to hit her opponent.

After dodging about six or seven times, the British soldier finally lost his patience: "Enough, waste my time, uncle!"

He picked up the rusty but still murderous blunt sword in his hand, and after a dodge, he immediately aimed at the girl's head and slashed down!

"Woo!" The girl seemed to realize that her end was coming, and she let out a low muffled grunt from the depths of her throat, and immediately closed her eyes, ready to take the blow that seemed to bring extreme pain!

Boom!!, however, the iron sword did not fall on her head. It was a few inches in front of the girl's forehead, and it was intercepted by some kind of hard blade, and then the blunt sword collided with the opponent's sword and broke!

The top half of the broken rusty iron sword spun rapidly in the air, turning into a parabola, passing the ear of the British man, and finally landing on the beams and pillars of the wooden house in the distance with a thud, deep in the wood.

"You!—who are you?!" exclaimed the British man.

The girl knew from that voice that she was saved, and at this moment she also opened her eyes and saw the back of the young man in front of her.

"Michael-sama!" she shouted as soon as she saw all this.

Arthur did not answer.

"Michael, Archangel St. Michael?" muttered the British man, his tone filled with fear: "What, what are you kidding! How can this little imp be Michael!"

Arthur still didn't answer. Silence does not make him appear weak, but rather makes him stronger, a silent strength.

"Huh, nonsense! He's just a skinny little ghost!" shouted another Englishman.

However, these people said that they didn't believe it, but they still couldn't help but wonder in their hearts.

Because they vaguely saw the extraordinary and brave essence hidden in this young man's body.