Chapter 3 Mass Manufacturing
"Hello, Brian." Just as the British captain was about to leave, a deep voice sounded in his ears.
"Knight El!" The British captain watched as El struggled to spit out a word. As for El, the British captain knows more than anyone else.
Although the other party can say the last hero, it is definitely not a pure hero.
"It's time to get it back, lad." El stretched out his finger and pointed at the invisible holy sword.
"Do you also want to covet the Holy Sword? It's a British thing, not yours. The British captain raised his sword and said firmly.
"Hehe, British stuff. This is a Celtic thing, not an Anglo-Saxon treasure, hand it over and you can leave in peace. El put his hand down.
"Never!" The British captain raised his sword and charged at El, only to find that it was nothing more than an illusion when he got closer to El.
"I found that I seemed to know what the problem was. Avalon, the distant Gensokyo, is no wonder it was able to hide the aether particles, but now is the time. When El's voice reappeared, it was already behind the British captain.
The British captain turned around with a sword, but to his shock, El actually held the holy sword with his hand, and held the middle position impartially.
"Sword of Oath Victory, how long has it been since I saw you again." The Wind King enchantment surrounding the holy sword instantly dissipated, and the noble and holy sword body of the holy sword was revealed, making El can't help but show a nostalgic look.
"What do you want to do?" The British captain finally realized how terrible the enemy was in front of him, and what he should do was flee instead of fight. But it was too late, and the stiff body could not move, and the British captain watched as El put his hand into his body.
A gorgeous golden-blue scabbard was removed from the British captain's body, and the British captain, who was still in good health, fell on his back.
El indirectly killed a superhero, and this is probably the first positive character to die at the hands of El.
"I see?" El could see at a glance why the British captain died, the British captain's body was originally broken and terrifying, and it was some kind of terrible alchemy that turned the British captain into a very powerful existence. But because of the flaws of alchemy, the British captain's body could not support it for many hours.
So the magician who successfully refined the British captain put Avalon in his body, both as an energy source and to protect the life of the British captain.
At the moment when the British captain fell with his head on his back, a blue circle lit up from the room, and a white-bearded old man with a long wand and a hood slipped into it.
"Hello, Archmage Merlin." El gestured slightly to the white-bearded old man who appeared.
"Hello, Honorable Archmage." Merlin nodded as well.
"I'm so sorry to destroy your work, but I have to get this thing." El said, holding the scabbard and sword that symbolized King Arthur's identity.
"Here's the problem, Mr. El, a British captain who is nothing more than an alchemical product to you and me, but Avalon is unique to the Sword of Victory." Merlin said.
"Because you made them out of aether particles, didn't you? The work of the High Elves of Arravheim reminded me of the Golden Army that was sleeping in Australia. El said as he gently stroked Avalon.
There was a time in the history of the earth when the elves were still alive and the dwarves were not dead, and the gods were severely injured by the arrival of the Celestial Gods, and they had to shrink their strength. So on the earth, the races began to multiply.
The most famous of these are humans, elves, and dwarves, but when Steppenwolf invaded Earth with an army of demons, all races were severely harmed. But there are still various races that live above the ground.
Then came the era of the War of the Nine Realms, an era in which Asgard fought war after war in order to establish its supremacy. The dwarves and elves united with the hundred races to create the Golden Army, but the result is self-evident, they failed, the Golden Army sank to the ground forever, and the elves and other races could only retreat to their respective worlds.
And if El guessed correctly, Gensokyo in Britain is the preserve of the elves, or there is even a passage to the real Yavralheim.
"This is our agreement with Bauer." Merlin whispered, and it was not difficult to hear that Merlin's tone was mixed with a resentment towards Asgard.
"But this agreement has ended, the Infinity Stones have gathered on Earth, we must send them away quickly, and the responsible for some powerful beings will have their eyes on Earth." El said.
"Ever since the Black Death Emperor descended on Earth, Earth has been the focal point." Merlin didn't believe El's nonsense, they weren't three-year-olds.
"That's because of the existence of the Manifest Lampman." El had no choice but to bring up the name that disgusted him again, the so-called Destiny Lantern Man was just an excuse made by a bunch of bastards. They had long known that the Spirit of Existence existed on Earth, and the so-called Destiny Lantern Man was nothing more than a ploy to appease other cosmic people in the future.
If El didn't guess wrong, the current Oua is now engaged in the incident of the First Lampman and the Third Legion, and the little blue people have never stopped making trouble. If Aquaman in the Justice League said that he couldn't get out because of his country, Hal Jordan spent most of the day dangling between the Seven Lanterns.
However, the current Zhenglian is just a club-like organization, and it does not want to have the same responsibilities as the Avengers.
"It's a real problem, but we won't break our promise unless it's the god-king exit of Asgard." Countless developments were formed in an instant, and unlike the Supreme Mage, the Merlin School was like those magicians in Western fantasy.
Wands, spells, circles, ready to go.
"Sub-Heavenly Father level? The leader of the Merlin School lives up to his name, but we don't have to fight. A golden glow emanated from El's body, brightening the room.
"Baldel, you won." Merlin lowered his wand and sighed.
"Don't worry, Odin won't come to trouble you." El said as he looked at Merlin.