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After sending Wang Wu out of the tower, Jin Zhengyang took out the iron box of the "Trial of the Brave".

The incredible power of dreams is frantically infused into that virtual dream, putting everything in a loop, and finally bringing the world back to square one.

Just as Kim Jung-yang was about to put down the iron box, the "Trial of the Brave" started again.

Kim Jung-yang frowned, waved his hand and projected the scene in the trial.

I saw a small transparent tree growing in an inconspicuous corner in the mysterious forest, and then the big tree turned into a ray of light and flew into the first scene.

Then, a little boy with black hair and black eyes appeared in the palace bedroom.

"Headmaster, please take a good look at my trial."

The little boy said with a laugh.

Jin Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, sat directly on the sofa projected, sipped a cup of tea, and watched the projection quietly.

It's still the same opening statement.

The dark forces laid siege to the capital of the Land of Light, the Holy City, and hundreds of thousands of Demon Clan soldiers poured into the city like a tidal wave.

Then, as if equipping a display shelf, the paladin Lancelot, dressed in a god costume, breaks into the bedroom of the protagonist of the trial, bringing a series of bad news.

The king and queen died, the dreamers of the court fell, the Knights Templar was destroyed, and the country was hopeless.

The little boy looked at Lancelot calmly, his voice low and powerful, "So, what are you going to do?" ”

Lancelot was panicked by Chu Yi, and subconsciously lowered his head to avoid looking at the little boy.

He lowered his head, knelt down on one knee in front of the little boy, and said, "The only way to do this today is to go to the Forest of Miracles, open the Brave Trial laid out at the beginning of the founding of the Kingdom of Light, and use the power of light contained in it to defeat the Dark Demon Dragon, in order to bring peace to the continent again." ”

"But now that the Dark Legion has surrounded the Holy City, if you want to go to the Forest of Miracles, you need another chance. After a while, I will personally challenge the Dark Demon Dragon, and although I can't defeat it with my strength, I can at least inflict serious damage on it, so please ask Her Royal Highness the Princess to seize the opportunity and try to escape! ”

The little boy stared at Lancelot earnestly, and then spoke slowly, "Lancelot, are you going to run away from all this?" ”

Lancelot was taken aback, "Your Highness said this!" ”

The little boy smiled coldly, he looked at Lancelot condescendingly, and said.

"Ask yourself, you don't have faith in the future, do you?"

"You don't think I'm capable of defeating the Demon Dragon, and you don't think there's a chance for peace on the continent. Right? ”

"The so-called exchanging your life for an opportunity is nothing but an excuse for you to give up resistance completely, and your so-called self-sacrifice is nothing but a reason for self-satisfaction."

"You are a paladin, the guardian of the kingdom, so you can't do nothing and let the dark forces invade."

"But your blinded eyes can't see the future, you can't see hope, so you use this method to end everything, and then tell yourself before you die, I've done my best, what happens next has nothing to do with me, I've died as I deserve, even if the continent is shrouded in darkness, it's His Royal Highness the Prince's incompetence, you can't blame me, right?"

"You coward, you dare to say that you are not afraid! In escape! In passing the buck! ”

The words are cold, sharp and sharp, and the words are like knives, piercing people's hearts.

Lancelot, cold sweat gushing like a spring, his body shaking like chaff.

The little boy smiled lightly again and said, "Or, this is your way of being a paladin?" As long as I practice my own concept of loyalty, what does it matter to me as for other people and things? Anyway, at that time, I had already gone to heaven when I died, and I could accept the grace of the God of Light without shame, regardless of the life and death of those mud-legged people in the world. ”

"Not so, Your Highness the Prince!" Lancelot stood up, "That's definitely not what I thought! ”

The little boy stared at him sternly, staring at him without hesitation, his words still harsh.

"So, tell me, since you are no longer afraid of death, are you still afraid of living?"

"Because you're afraid that you won't see any hope in life, you want to ask for death as if you want to escape, and then you're going to commit suicide to excuse yourself in front of the gods?"

"Great God of Light, it's not that my faith is not strong enough, it's just that I am not strong enough to destroy the darkness. If you enter the kingdom of God after death, do you want to use such words to explain in front of the God of Light? ”

"I ......"

Lancelot finally had nothing to say, but it was different from the last time he was cornered by Wang Wu. At this time, Lancelot was even more embarrassed and hesitant, where was there still a trace of the generosity and domineering of the invincible paladin? It's like a lost dog that has nowhere to run away.

"You're panicking, you're hesitating, you're scared, just because I'm telling the truth!"

The little boy smiled contemptuously.

"Nope! That's not true! Lancelot roared, ashamed, ashamed, timid, angry, and all kinds of emotions rushed up, and he actually aimed at the little boy and punched out.

There was a crisp sound of "pop".

But it was the boy who dodged Lancelot's punch and slapped him hard at the same time.

Lancelot was finally sobered up by this slap.

He was terrified in his heart, and quickly knelt on the ground, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, I ......"

The little boy didn't pursue it, "It's okay, the paladin is not a perfect saint, and he is still a mortal with feelings and desires." And mortals have shortcomings, and as a future king, I have enough bearing to forgive you. ”

"Thank you, Your Highness the Prince." It was only at this moment that Lancelot shouted "His Royal Highness the Prince" in a convincing voice.

The little boy nodded, and continued, "We've wasted a lot of time here, the Smoky Legion is already approaching, and I'm not here even if I want to leave through the secret passage. ”

"Now, either you kill yourself first, or I will be captured by the minions of the Dark Legion, and the continent will lose all hope from now on. Either you obey my command and let us fight to fight our way out of this siege for a bright future! ”

"Everything is at the command of His Royal Highness the Prince!" Lancelot exclaimed.

Suddenly a mirror appeared in the little boy's hand, which he looked at Lancelot.

The inexplicable power converged, and then under Lancelot's stunned gaze, a person who looked exactly like him appeared.

"This is just an illusion formed by mixing spiritual power with the power of dreams, although it can have a real touch in this world, but it is a dead thing, and it will disappear if it is damaged a lot."

The little boy explained, and as he copied an apparition for himself.

"Hold me and leave the secret passage quickly!"

The boy commanded Lancelot as he closed his eyes and controlled the apparition to cover them.

Lancelot looked excited, immediately picked up the little boy, and began to run.

In the process of escaping, the little boy shouted again.

"Mirrors!"

Then the spiritual power gathered, fused the power of the dream, and finally turned into a shield, completely hiding the figures of the two.

So, with the cover of the phantom and the protection of stealth, Lancelot and the little boy escaped from the castle without danger.