1:376 Fighting the Spirit Again (1)

"Wow, what have you been talking to Dad for so long?" Albert waited in the room, wearing only a pair of pants.

"You haven't been to the hot springs yet, and you're running naked?" Bedi glared at his little friend in shock.

"It's raining heavily outside, do you want me to get dressed and go to meow?" the little white tiger said a bunch of crooked reasoning as a matter of course. If this guy knew Tristan, they would definitely make a living pair.

"Beddy, you're stripped naked, too! We're running naked in the rain together, ahhh Bedi looked around for an umbrella.

Of course, no.

How could there be. Patriarch Roble's family is not poor, but Robel is very strict (indifferent) to Albert and basically does not leave too many living supplies for the tiger boy.

It's not that he's poor, it's because Al gets dizzy when he sees blood, and he can't be a good warrior at all.

Such waste materials, if they can't find a way to show their value after the coming-of-age ceremony, will die a miserable death.

The son who will die soon, is it not even necessary to love?

Thinking of this, Bediwell couldn't help but feel sad - this was the same as his family, the same way of doting on the eldest son and ignoring the younger son. Even now, long since Robert, still can't reverse Albert's belittlement.

Weishenme was able to smile so innocently, as if he had never been dissatisfied with his unfair fate.

At least for now, go crazy with this kid. No matter what the future holds, now, right now, in this moment, create happy memories together.

With mixed feelings, Bediwell also took off one of his pants, pretended to laugh happily, and rushed out of the house with Albert. Two teenagers run wild in the pouring rain, taking the rain as if it were a kind of fun.

A black figure crept in, following closely behind the two.

Noon the next day.

"Are you really okay?" asked Greenway worriedly.

"How long did the painkillers you injected me last?" asked Arthur nonchalantly.

"Two hours. However, your body has become resistant to the medicine, and if it continues-" "Then there is no problem. Arthur ignored Greenway's advice and reached out to touch the tombstone.

The throne of temperance is a huge flower bud.

Fifty feet high, its white buds closed, its grayish-white brambles spreading across the ground until they stretched out a full hundred feet long.

Arthur squinted at the Holy Spirit. Simply put, as long as you don't approach it, you won't be attacked.

It really was that simple.

Arthur raised the sword of the Holy King in disbelief. Three hundred feet long, the massive golden light blade took shape in a second. He swung his sword at the middle of the bud, thinking that this would settle the battle.

Of course, it is impossible.

The moment the bud was struck, it opened.

Among the white roses, there is a white one with only a female body on the upper body, but her lower body is connected to the stamens. This is the true form of the seat of asceticism.

She instantly raised the twin swords in her hand to block Arthur's massive blades of light. The blade of light in her hand was ejected directly from a protruding stand in her arm, and Arthur could tell that the woman was really not human.

I'm afraid it turned out to be a female knight of the Round Table. After losing her humanity and becoming the eternal Holy Spirit, she still wants to maintain a part of her feminine nature. Moreover, the beautiful and elegant figure is still the same.

This is an incomparable attachment to beauty.

To attack such a beautiful Holy Spirit, Arthur could not help but feel compassion. But that's not human after all. The Ascetic Seat smiled at Arthur, the woman's fair face, those turquoise eyes staring at Arthur.

The smile seemed to mock Arthur. Arthur was instantly enraged.

He rushed with his sword raised.

Then, the sky was full of thorns flying. They swept, slashed, pierced, coiled, and attacked Arthur with all means of attack!

More than 3,000 tentacles came at Arthur, each one extremely flexible, each as dexterous as a butterfly, and each with an indestructible sharp steel thorn!

If you are scratched by these tentacles, your skin will inevitably open and your flesh will be blurred! If you are caught by these tentacles, you will inevitably be like being trapped in a meat mixer, and you will be instantly stirred into minced meat by sharp steel thorns!

Arthur carefully dodged in this web of tentacles flying in the sky, trying to survive in the cracks!

"Coordination, is that a law?" said Arthur last night, as soon as he had finished listening to King Orser's explanation, he muttered in confusion.

"Don't underestimate this [coordination]. King Othur's spirituality said, "There is a limit to human reactions, and it is already good to manipulate two weapons to attack at the same time, so what kind of ability is it called?" Arthur replied immediately. He knew that the only person who could take the [Double Skillful Hand] skill to the extreme was the Sword Saint Lancelot.

That guy can attack with two swords smoothly as water, the movements of both hands are not flawless, and the perfectly coordinated dual swords are both offensive and defensive, and can deal with any situation.

"So, imagine [the seat of asceticism] as [three thousand skillful hands]. King Oser replied that this strange statement was probably indispensable to Greenway's clever translation.

Arthur gave the girl a blank look, and then turned to look at King Othur: "Even so, you can use your heart and eye to sense and dodge them one by one" "You will definitely not be able to dodge." King Othur said disdainfully, "How can you hide from the tentacles that attack you at three hundred and sixty degrees from all over your body?" The tentacles of the Seat of Asceticism are a hundred feet long, and they are said to be able to stretch continuously. They are incomparably sporadic and flexible, able to dance with the will of the Ascetic Seat and attack you from any angle.

Even if you can dodge the first wave, there are countless waves of second, third, and fourth. Until it forces you into a corner of design, there is no way to escape, there is nowhere to escape!" - that's right. Countless tentacles came at Arthur. Their trajectories gradually became regular, inducing Arthur's movements.

Until, lure Arthur into a corner!

Three hundred tentacles coiled horizontally, restricting Arthur's retreat. Three hundred more tentacles rolled up into balls and began to envelop Arthur in them. Another 300 tentacles pierced through the gap between the thorn balls, forcing Arthur to run around in this small space! At the same time, the thorn balls continued to shrink and began to besiege Arthur!

While Arthur was exhausted, countless spikes pierced out of the ground! Arthur barely avoided a rollover, but still suffered a small abrasion on his arm!

That's right, the tentacles as sharp as steel are so easy to dig through the ground! Hidden underground, the sudden attack is almost unavoidable!

More than 3,000 tentacles are squirming wildly, and the chaos of their information has long made Arthur's mental eye technique no longer brave!

More tentacles slammed into the Thorn Ball from every angle, and the Thorn Ball shrank smaller and smaller, shrinking Arthur's space to a few dozen feet. Arthur has no room to hide, and no matter how flexible he is, he will inevitably fall into an embarrassing situation where he has nowhere to escape!

If he doesn't do anything about it, he will be grabbed and hanged by this ever-shrinking space!

Seeing that Arthur had no way to live, the seat of asceticism immediately narrowed the encirclement! The instantly contracted thorn ball wrapped Arthur who was imprisoned in it and crushed it!