Chapter 502: Fierce Battle in the Heavenly Pole (Eighteen)

The revelation of the core of the Holy Spirit does not mean that Arthur has won. On the contrary, the White Tower of the Holy Spirit has been cornered, and its attacks will be even more ferocious!

The intense light gathered, and it seemed that there was some dangerous move!

Arthur has just finished activating the Griffin Shield and can't use it anymore for the time being!

In order to protect himself, all he could do was to open the light blade of the Saint King's Sword to the maximum and stab it out with all his might!

Whoosh!! core bursts out with a powerful beam!

Touching !! Saint King's Sword's thirty-foot-long blade of light collided with the beam of light, causing a dazzling flash of light!

"Ahh

However, the beam still prevailed, and Arthur was soon completely consumed by the light!

After the light passes, not a single ash is left. Arthur was completely burned out by the light!

The core of the White Tower of the Holy Spirit began to crack.

Arthur is hiding on the other side of the core, using the Sword of the Holy King, to give the opponent a solid blow!

The core of the Holy Spirit cracked even more, and the milky white light on it flickered, as if to bewitch it.

"Idiot. What you just shot with the beam is just my phantom. Arthur said unemotionally.

Just as the core of the Holy Spirit wanted to shoot a beam of light, Arthur also swung a huge blade of light. But instead of going head-to-head with his opponent, he used the cover of the light blade's huge light to go around the back of the core and release his phantom at the same time.

The Phantom stayed where it was, suffering the Spiritcore's beam cannon. But it was just an illusion, and at the same time as it was swallowed by the beam, the ability was disarmed, and the image disappeared.

Arthur had already gone around the back of the core and stabbed it with a sword.

Although [Mirage] is only a fleeting ability, and the activation time is even shorter than the Griffon's Shield, if used well, it can turn its disadvantages into magic in an instant!

Arthur and the White Knight of the Holy Spirit have suffered so much that he has already figured out how to use this illusion.

"Sure enough, the White Knight is still the strongest of you Holy Spirits. No matter how powerful you are, you can't compare to its wisdom. Arthur sighed.

The White Tower of the Holy Spirit finally gave up, and it turned into a cloud of white light, surrounding Arthur, and was finally completely absorbed by Arthur's body.

The gravity-free space is lifted. Arthur thought he was going to fall like this, and he was a little nervous. But a white brick caught him, and continued to ascend with the knight.

He sat wearily on the ground and looked up. He could already see his destination from afar: a white room at an altitude of more than 600,000 feet.

At the same time, Rome.

"What's that, Deanna woke up?" Albert jumped up from bed, "let me go see her." "Why do you think we're going to get you out of prison?" said the Gaian knight Kador's tone with a hint of hostility.

"Whew-" The little tiger let out a low snort, and there was no place to vent his stomach full of complaints.

Kador disagreed with the Tiger Man's protest: "Bear with me a little longer, and when she recovers to the point where she can get out of bed, I'll let her come to see you." "By the way, what's that dark spot on your neck?" Albert couldn't help but reach out and touch the hair on his neck, "If you humans call the naturally occurring spots on your skin birthmarks, we can certainly call the natural pigmentation on your fur birthmarks. Don't even know how to meow?Didn't you go to elementary school?" The Gaia Knight replied dissatisfiedly, "I have a Juris Doctor degree from the University of London." You didn't go to elementary school, and none of you orcs went to elementary school. Look at your rudeness, childishness, and ridiculousness, even the [meow], [me] sounds [meow]!" "Woo!" Albert blushed at refuge.

It is true that the Hungarian people do not have the concept of a school, but there is a great emphasis on education, especially the study of human culture. They force their children to study hard from an early age - in order to better understand human society: the so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is to win all battles.

Albert thought he was fluent in English. But after all, he is still a teenager, and he lacks the opportunity to practice speaking English among the Fierce Fang Clan, and even if he has spoken English for so long now, he will occasionally leak a little bit of local accent.

He'd been [meowing] for so long, but he had never realized it, and thought his English was authentic—until he was teased like that by Kadore.

"Is that really that meow so bad?" "What do you say? Big cats are big cats, and sure enough, cats are hard to change." Kador looked coldly at the tiger boy in prison.

"Whew-" The little tiger's fur stood on end and continued to let out a low howl, which made him more like a cat.

Just then, a knight walked in, holding a beautiful Persian cat in his hand. The Persian cat has blond hair all over its body and large, round blue eyes.

"I brought Wallace to Kador, it was your idea, and I don't know anything if Grand Duke Hall blames him!" the knight shoved the Persian cat into Kador's hand, and the cat was unusually calm.

"Got it, I owe you a favor, Draven. Cador chatted with the knight named Draven and sent him away.

"Come and see your kind, Wallace. Holding the Persian cat, Kador approached the iron bars of the cell.

"Meow?" the big golden Persian cat looked at Albert with its big, peculiar eyes.

"Why do you bring a cat to me" Albert couldn't guess the other party's intentions, so he had to keep his distance and continue to observe.

Cador glanced at the scar on Wallace's neck, and then at the scar on Albert's neck. He's comparing the birthmarks of both.

Same. The birthmarks of these two stars, boring from the angle of the stars and the proportions of each corner, are exactly the same.

There could not have been such a coincidence with this shijie. There must be a mystery in this.

"Boy, do you remember when you were born?" asked Kador suddenly.

"Stupid, how can this kind of thing meow remember. Albert said disapprovingly.

Humans have vague memories before they become sensible (until they are about six years old). Even when I look back on the past when I grow up, I can only have a vague impression.

It is thought that this is due to the fact that the brain is not fully developed, and the human memory is not fully functional, and it is unable to carve deep enough [memory grooves] into the brain hemispheres.

Moreover, the older a person gets, the shallower the earliest [memory gap] becomes, and that part of the memory is [lost], or [distorted].

For Albert, however, there was a "memory that didn't belong to him" that always haunted him.

He had been dreaming of a man digging out of a sea of fire for a certain boy who had been charred.

When he was younger, the dream kept coming up and almost drove him crazy. In the dream, his body was completely scorched and gradually collapsed in the arms of the man. The burning pain is so real, and the feeling of the body collapsing is so terrifying. The moment he completely collapsed, the man's screams were so hoarse again.

All this, even after waking up, continued to torment Albert all morning.

He was in great pain, but this pain could only be hidden in his heart. He could not speak, and he did not dare to say it to anyone—if he did, he would be regarded as [mad].

In the Dark Realms, [madmen] are worse than [trash]. Not only do the madmen not contribute to the clan, but they become a potential danger. As a result, they were always the first to be disposed of, and the fate was tragic - even for the patriarch's son.

Well, isn't that right?

Albert remembers that he was almost literally insane. However, there seems to be who

Who saved him?

I can't remember. I just can't remember. The more Al thought about it, the more his head stabbed.

"Woo-a He was sweating profusely, and his breathing was getting shorter.

"Hey, boy, what's wrong with you!?" said Kador at Albert's strange appearance, bewildered.

"Meow. Wallace, the Persian cat, suddenly jumped into the cell and came to Albert.

He reached out his cat's paw and pressed it lightly on Al's head.

Something, flowed into Albert's mind.