Chapter 32: The Fierce Battle on the Coast (Part II)

In the hazy darkness, two scenes suddenly appeared.

"This is—?" the knight Arthur opened his eyes, and he saw two familiar figures in the two scenes, one on the left and one on the right.

On the right, the figure of a man is in a huge light, which is swallowing everything. Time seemed to flow at an extremely slow pace, and the city behind him was falling apart.

"I'm sorry, son. The man said, "You are not supposed to bear all this." "On the left, the figure of a woman is in a torrent of flames that are abrading her. Time seemed to be flowing at an extremely slow pace, and her flesh was falling apart.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. The woman said, "We can't do more for you, we have to leave everything to you." The boy stood still between the two scenes, watching everything slowly but surely destroy.

Without tears, he doesn't know how to cry, and without sentimentality, he doesn't know what sorrow is. All he had in his heart was an empty silence: watching the destruction of everything in front of him but unable to mourn in a form, the infinite sense of loss brought by this helplessness.

After a long time, the young man sighed in a low voice, "I hate you, really." But the past is gone, rest in peace. I'll do the rest. "I'm sorry, but xiexie. The two figures faded and vanished. Those scenes of destruction also followed the two figures into darkness and silence.

They returned to eternal sleep in eternal destruction, leaving only this young man, alone struggling to survive in the torrent of fate.

In order not to lose anything again, they made him lose everything.

"Hmm!" as if in a nightmare, the knight Arthur awoke from his sleep.

He looked around and saw that he was lying in Bediville's arms, the little one's fur as warm and soft as fine fur. If it weren't for the pendant on Bedi's chest that stung Arthur, Arthur might have slept longer.

"Arthur" werewolf boy still had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he looked like he was sleeping deeply.

"That's my chicken thigh—" Even Kai fell asleep at the entrance to the cave, leaning against the campfire and curling up, drooling as he spoke

There wasn't even anyone standing guard.

"What a bunch of guys who lack tension. Arthur got up gently.

On the shore in the distance, in the midst of a blizzard, Arthur did see a looming figure. But the figure stood motionless, as if time had stood still forever.

The knight put on his clothes, took up his weapon, and walked out of the cave to the figure.

"Weishenme, you won't attack us? You could have killed us all while we were asleep. Arthur asked.

It was a beautiful mermaid, so beautiful that it made people feel distressed. She sat on the reef and sang, her beautiful blue fish scales reflected in the snowstorm and moonlit night, which was very similar to the portrait of a mermaid that Arthur saw when he was a child, which made Arthur have the illusion of being in a fairy tale!

At the end of the song, the mermaid's singing stopped. She turned her head unhurriedly and smiled at the knight, "Originally, I wanted you to sleep like this forever. What a peaceful and beautiful death it is for you. "They know beauty best. Even killing people is about beauty.

Arthur smiled coldly: "No wonder. I had planned to give them a good lesson when they woke up - they didn't go to work, and they all went to sleep. However, it now seems that the sentry is completely useless for the hypnotic merfolk. "It's good that you know. The merfolk laughed, the laughter as crisp as a silver bell, but full of deadly trills: "You are one of the few who can resist my hypnosis. What a great man, still a little handsome guy. It's a shame to kill you. Arthur furrowed his thick black eyebrows. He knew the mediocrity of his appearance, and he also knew the irony in the other party's words. But he was not angered by the other party's provocation: what awaited him was a death match, and there was no room for slackness.

Arthur pressed his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist and asked loudly, "Answer me." Isn't it enough that the merfolk have the whole of the Arctic Ocean and Iceland?weishenme wants the Pantoraken, a hot place for you?!"The merfolk who can only survive in temperatures below five degrees Celsius, it's hard to imagine that they would be interested in the Pantoraken. They shouldn't spend their troops and money on what they get that is useless, it's not reasonable.

The mermaid didn't think so, and only replied in a mocking tone: "No." Our queen wants it, so we want it. Do what you are told, that's all. Arthur's confusion deepened: it was all just the Queen's idea?

The Queen of Iceland isn't going crazy, is she?

Arthur asked tentatively, "This matter is really non-negotiable, take me to the queen Bixia!" "Well, yes." As long as you can beat me. The mermaid laughed. She raised her jade hand high, and used her slender jade fingers with light blue nails of moderate length to provoke the young man's gaze: "Come on, little boy, let's dance." She volleyed into the ice with a backflip, her beautiful fish's tail arcing in an ice-blue arc in the night.

The moment her figure completely disappeared into the sea, a giant Lang surged on the surface of the sea: a thirty-foot-tall sea snake with huge wing-like fins poked its head out of the whirlpool, and the blue mermaid sat on the head of the sea snake.

The merfolk's ice-blue scales are in stark contrast to the dark blue scales of the sea serpent, which seem to be the light and darkness of the ocean.

The mermaid's hands shone with the light of the pre-magic spell, ready to blast all kinds of ice magic at the knight, and the sea serpent's glowing red eyes glared at the knight, ready to pounce and tear the tiny human to shreds.

Humans are the weakest of all races, and their talents are different from sea beasts and mermaids. It was almost impossible for Arthur to defeat the giant sea beast and the powerful mermaid magician alone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I say [defeat me]? Rightly, you need to defeat [us]. "The mermaid daxiao arrogantly. She didn't think she had any chance of losing.

"Good. Arthur showed no fear, and showed his weapon.

Under this absolute disadvantage, he pretended to be calm, but in fact, he still did not come up with any strategy to defeat his opponent, so he could only improvise.