Vol 2 Chapter 3916: Billion points of external force

"There is one more question." I think it is necessary to combat the arrogance of Little King Arthur. When he is surpassed by his heir, what kind of expression will he show, I am a little looking forward to it.
"If Altria can break the of despair, does it mean that she can surpass you in all aspects?"
My solemn question was exchanged for the pity of the king's eyes and a touch of his forehead.
"Weird, the mount doesn't have a fever. Why do you say such nonsense? It's hard to understand." She spread her hands and made a helpless gesture.
It's like saying that Ben Ang, who has no money, can only ride this strange mount that can speak nonsense without a fever.
I'm really sorry for insulting you, huh? Would you like to look for the grave of the Red Dragon Queen and dig her out and keep working?
"Why not? Look, you all admit that Altria's talent is no lower than yours, and all the equipment back then was inherited to Altria. Right, it's just a scabbard, but Altria Ya have me."
I'm not ashamed to say that my dreams come true only by scabbard, and if you believe it or not, it is nothing. Metaphysical stuff is more than the of the song.
"The most important thing is." I moistened my throat, and the key point came: "If Altria can break the of despair and prove that her will is stronger than you, how can she not surpass you in all aspects?"
"Fan, it is impossible for me to surpass Lord Arthur, not to mention other things, at least in terms of strength, probably no matter how hard I try, I can't surpass it."
It was not someone else who took the stage first, but Altria, my king, what's wrong with you, how can you grow others' aspirations and destroy your own prestige? What about your ideals and your desire to win?
"Because the environment doesn't allow it." The Lauder group also stood up and spoke. As the maid of King Arthur, I have reason to doubt whether their words are biased.
"In your majesty's era, the strong were waiting for you, and there were sufficient [nutrients] to keep your majesty stronger. Now, according to Xiaojieluka's description, there are only three or four kittens. There are no decent enemies and lack of No matter how hard you work, there are limits to the nutrients for growth."
"That's right." Little King Arthur nodded and summed it up old-fashioned: "This is why no matter how talented a person is, he can't bring down the top powerhouses of that era. There is no decent opponent, no comparison. For the object of, there is no way to climb higher, and sometimes it is not clear whether he is climbing up or down."
After careful consideration, I can also understand what they mean. Back then, in the Arthurian era, there were thousands of tribes, and powerful men like the Seven Giants were everywhere. If you destroy a tribe, you can meet at least three or two, and King Arthur is not. From the beginning, it was invincible, and it was precisely because of constantly encountering such powerful opponents that it could grow step by step.
In our time, there are only the Big Seven decent opponents.
To describe it in game terms, King Arthur is equivalent to opening up wasteland. Although it is difficult, the land is full of unknown treasures. By the time of Altria, the map has long been explored, and the treasure chest has long been opened. It can only be done step by step. Accumulate resources little by little.
So, it's not that my king is not strong, but that this down-and-out era limits her room for growth.
With this in mind, I am no longer entangled and curious about whether my king can surpass King Arthur.
"How about it, do you have the confidence to break the of despair in one go?"
The excessive trust in my king gave me a slight look of expectation. The fourth test is difficult and difficult, simple and simple. If it is a player like me who is heartless and good at self-hypnosis, maybe it is just. After completing the third test, he surpassed King Arthur after a fart effort.
As long as the heart is dark enough, the top powerhouse in the mainland is nothing more than that, eh.
"Sorry, Fan, you believe me so much, I'm very happy, but you may be disappointed, at least before the war, I had no idea or confidence in how to break the shackles."
Altria’s beautiful and shiny eyes seemed to flash through a deep black pain when she said this. My excessive trust brought her a lot of pressure, of course. , What is more serious is her own state, obviously far from being as optimistic as I thought.
Maybe I should compare my heart to my heart and feel Altria's pain and despair.
For example, she replaced the Elf King City in her dream with Camp Rogge. In the final battle, the entire Camp Rogge was destroyed, with corpses all over the field, with no one in ten.
In order to defeat the monstrous Seven Giants, I had to kill and sacrifice the remaining humans, including Akara, the Lars, the Doug brothers, the old horse trio, the orangutan couple... and even the girls...
"..."
"..."
"..."
Such a world should be destroyed.
Just for a moment like that appeared in my mind, I felt that my whole heart was darkened, and I was so close to falling away from evil. This is just to imagine that Altria is really so. Although it was only in a dream, the problem was that she didn't know that she was in a dream at that time. She took a 10,000 steps back. Even if she knew it was me, I couldn't do multiple-choice questions like this.
Sorry, I was wrong, I too underestimated the pain Altria went through and the weight of despair that wrapped her.
I can hold it through, and there is still pure hope in my eyes, my king, I respect you as a...girl.
In addition, I should also apologize to Xiao Budian Wang. I admit that when I learned the truth about her [Successful Retreat], I still looked down on her a little bit. It was clear that the world had been unified, and it was time to start a good time in Jiuchi Meat Forest, but here it is. Can't bear the pressure when planting, slip away, it's too bad, too wasteful, too useless.
It turns out that despair can really be so heavy. Compared with them, the test of my dreams and the thousands of years of loneliness I have experienced are like playing house wine.
Look at them, this is really worthy of the protagonist's tempering, not convinced.
This topic is not easy to go deeper, so as not to bring more pressure and distress to Altria, let's talk about it lightly.
"In other words, the inheritors of the twelve knights have also entered your dreamland along with them, and have gone through some trials with you?"
I pointed to the maid who kept silent, but was unwilling to be lonely in my heart, and always inadvertently, when only I noticed her, I tried to exude a yellow-sweeping maid.
To put it bluntly, this little maid, she wants to retreat and pretend to be a big one.
"How about it, the effect is pretty good, but the inheritors have made great progress, and now they are busy adapting and adjusting." Maid Lauder raised her chin somewhat proudly.
So that's why it's no wonder that one by one disappeared without a trace.
"It's really pretty good, even this little maid... It's just that she even brought the Twelve Knights inheritors into the dream test together. How powerful was the magic technology back then?"
It feels almost stronger than the dream test arranged by the Salted Fish Sword for me. My test is strong in a time scale and the original shaping of the entire dark continent. The third test is in the time scale and the shaping of the world. According to Altria's description, it seems not much different, but it has one more function than my test.
You can pull up friends to open black together!
In such a comparison, the salted fish sword seems to be nothing great, and even half of his body is buried in the soil to pretend to be mysterious. When it is placed in the Arthurian era, it is afraid that it will be a mediocre commodity.
"Well... Actually... it's not all our credit." With a guilty expression of being poked, the Maid Lauder hesitated and kept peeking at their master, as if she had done something wrong with her master behind her back.
"When... Of course, it is mainly because of the sacrifice of our lives that the test can become so strong. It is only a little bit, a little bit of external force is borrowed."
The index finger and thumb were about an inch apart, the Maid Lauder assured.
"So, how high is the whole test actually?" In view of the fact that they wanted to cheat me several times before, I didn't show any mercy and directly punished my heart.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the distance between their thumbs and index fingers, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com opened a little bit, just like the superb skill of the canteen aunt, up and down, shaking and shaking, and finally freeze.
Probably one inch and one tenth of an inch.
Very good, really only borrowed a little bit of external force, you really have you, Knight Lauder.
"Originally, this kind of idea was impossible to achieve in any case. Sister Femina has asserted that this is definitely not something that can be done by pure magic."
Fimina? The sage knight known as the ancestor of magic? If I remember correctly, it should be.
"So, since simple magic can't work, we just think about it, just think about..." Maid Lauder's voice became lower and lower, and finally it was almost nothing.
"Don't you... arbitrarily use the power of the scabbard!" At this moment, it was King Arthur's turn to show an unbelievable expression, jumping three feet, and shouting in surprise.
"Just a little bit, I promised such a wish to the scabbard. There was no movement. I thought it would not work. The result was... unexpected. No, the effect even exceeded our expectations."
"You...you... unexpectedly... you did this kind of thing without telling the king, and you used the power of the scabbard for this kind of thing, you..." The little king pointed at his personal maid, angrily on the spot. Speechless.
"Wait, don't rush to get angry." Before she got angry, my mind was in a mess, and there was a problem that needed to be solved urgently.
"I'm totally confused. Can you explain to me the timeline established by King Arthur's test? Is it before or after King Arthur's death?"
Logically speaking, King Arthur should have disappeared with the scabbard, but why did I hear that this little bit died for a while, and then was pulled out of the grave as a tool man?
Are you writing scripts and not drafting them? This is not a problem that can be solved by sacrificing one or two plans.
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