My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 231: I Am So I Am

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“What do you know!” Miriam suddenly yelled.

Her eyes were so excited, she had golden vertical eyes and yelled like a demon: "What do you know? What do you know about our pain, our sorrow, our hurt, our past? You know what!”

She was trembling with demons, shaking as if to erupt at any time. Her face was shaking irregularly, and her demonic powers were sweeping away because of emotional excitement.

But her words happened to touch everyone's heart, one as a sword and the other as her almost crumbling face.

That's right, this man doesn't know anything!

“Relax." Kerall stood up and grabbed her waist and then gently pressed her other hand against her eyes.

“Relax, Miriam.” Kerall's voice is as gentle as a lover's: “That's not going to work, it's not just you, they, you, us, who get hurt.” Keral rarely uses three strange words: “Relax, Miriam.” Kerall's hands flashed a faint light, a light that calmed humanity.

Keiral has been trying to comfort ordinary people with language since he was sixteen years old, slowly releasing language from the power of magic, not as a miracle, but as an absolute control of the heart.

But now, it's not Miriam's emotions that Kerall's relieved, it's the demons inside her.

Kerall used "steady hearts” to look at the times.

“Whoo... whoo...” Miriam calmed down gradually.

“Calm down?” Kerall asked.

“Mmm.” she replied.

“Then I'll let you go.” Kerall gently loosened her up with his eyes.

“So, can you calm down and talk to me now?” Keral said mildly.

“Mm-hmm.” The cold sweat on Miriam's face was not half violent, she had tried to half-awaken and recover to human beings, and then her tolerance for demonic powers increased dramatically. Even spanning eighty-five percent, she did not wake up. Although her body shape deformed, she was able to remain sane, but it was true that there were uncontrolled fluctuations in her mood and demonic forces, which were very dangerous. Awakening is only one step away!

“I still have something to ask you.” Keiral looked at Miriam with admiration, and he nodded softly, raising his hand to move gracefully and gently: “Please say. ”

“Question one, you say Division is an outsider. Do you have proof?” She understands from Kerall's speculation that the biggest beneficiary is definitely the mastermind behind the scenes, in other words, that over the years, if not the mastermind behind the scenes, the organization will certainly push the plan forward.

“It's simple." Kerall shook his head and laughed. “Perhaps you don't understand, but you have the main proof. ”

Everyone stood still and then turned to their most loyal companion: the Great Sword.

Keiral pulled out Ofelia's sword, she didn't say a word, she didn't care about Division or anything anymore, but just momentarily she came to the conclusion that Division or anything was unimportant, it was important to see the brother now!

“This sword… you have no questions?” Kerall made a crisp sound laughing at one of the finest lightweight swordbodies.

“Lightweight, sturdy, tough, sharp, and scratch-resistant, don't you have any questions? In an age when bronze weapons are still in use, they can never be found in today's technology!” Kerall turned around and asked.

“This is the sword I built under my auspices.” Keiral pulled out his sword, which he would leave to a specialist to maintain, but the sharp sword was almost symbolic and sharp, but Keiral rarely used it because it was just a symbol of the kingdom's martial arts, and Keiral wore it only symbolically.

One to commemorate his years of studying the enormous improvement in iron forging technology, and the other to show knights what a civil prince wears a long sword is a signal to them.

And this, besides the dragon sword, is the strongest, sharpest sword.

Kerall pulled him out, and then held him up high.

“Boom!” Kerall's sword cut off the sword and broke it into two pieces.

“Look, this is the highest level of craftsmanship of our time, and the craftsmanship of this sword has made the best materials and tools I can find, but I can't stand a single blow in the face of your sword. Is it not the slightest confusion that you, the sword, can easily break the devil's scales and cut off the devil's arms?” Kerall lifted the sword gently.

It's engraved with swordmarks, circles and vertical, Ofelia's imprint.

“So sharp swords, Division can even produce massively, counting, once every five years, 47 people at a time, even with moisture, but 500 years down... at least 4700 swords were thrown on this vast continent, and as far as I know, Division didn't recycle the graves of these swords or the abandonment of the awakeners, so the question is, this stuff is not even in the eyes, and they can even make it in large quantities, so how do they make it? How much principal do they need to make it? ”

“Most importantly, where does their technology come from? As far as I know, Division was this sword five hundred years ago.” Kerall's face is heavy: “I should be glad Division didn't do it. I guess the dragon gave them too much of a shock when it came to upgrading weapons? They're almost in the wrong place, concentrating on genetic weapons, and, uh, upgrading you. ”

If they were focused on weapons, gunpowder, even artillery, would they have gotten it out in 500 years?

But they're obsessed with genetic weapons, and that's why they last 500 years, isn't it? After all, money, the cultivation of the sword and the maintenance of the force of the sword and the maintenance of the organization are all necessary.

Kerall suddenly felt a little worried, and he shook his head and put these thoughts out of his head, lifting the sword back behind Ofelia: “This is the most direct evidence. ”

“And my fleet, a year ago, has embarked on a journey to the other continent, and if it's accurate, it should be back soon, right?” Keiral understood from the beginning that here, it's not some Western antiquity, it's never a simple place, the existence of demons, the activity of monsters, the existence of seals, everything here is different.

Heroes of different time and space gather here, and the elites of different times gather here, which may be wonderful, exciting, but unreasonable.

The equivalence of space-time versus space… is the only explanation for this kind of thing.

And so there's a lot to consider.

In the same face versus time and space, is the East in the warring countries Qixiang, Wubai, Daqin, Dahan or what era?

Equally, in this world of America, what is it?

Perhaps the East can truly come here through the Strait of Malacca, and perhaps they will do all this, but with just a little Kerall it can be ascertained that it was definitely not committed by the Orientals: the Orientals will not do their utmost to treat the ancient totems as enemies! In the Oriental character, in the face of the dragon of wandering, they will only reflect on themselves, correct their mistakes, and then let the dragon called the god calm their anger and strike a balance.

The highest political skill known as median is the millennium passed down deep into the bone marrow of every Chinese.

Only the West sees phoenix as a holy beast and dragons as monsters can the West see dragons as enemies.

Kerall had killed a warcraft called the Dragon, but he didn't know if it was what Division called the Dragon.

But it doesn't matter, Division. It has to be pulled out! Another continent, must pay the price!

For the whole continent, for all the land, for all the people.

You have to pay it back. Kerall lifted his hand gently, bringing everyone's attention to him.

“So please leave you to me.” Keiral reached out: “I need your strength, please be my sword of vengeance, and I will lead you all to vengeance. ”

“Hate cannot blindfold my eyes, but it must never be let go.” Kerall said forcefully: "Five hundred years of blood, not just Camelot's, Roman's, Macedonian's, all the people of the continent have been hurt by them. How many have died but the sword? How many were eaten by demons? How many people have been caught doing experiments? ”

“Too much, too much! To the point where it made me angry and scared me.” Keiral's voice is quiet and cold: “And our power is so insignificant that I need to combine more and more power! ”

“So I came to stop Isley,”

“I am not trying to annihilate him; I need peace negotiations to preserve as much power for the continent as possible.” Keiral's ideals are noble, but Miriam's wisdom sees what Keiral calls a loophole at a glance.

“So what! We don't have enough power!” Miriam accepts Keiral's statement, but is even more excited, this time not with her heart shaking, but with the intention of trying to refute Keiral's unrealistic statement: “For those of us who have no power, even for you, the Awakener simply thinks that we are food and crawlers and do not talk to us equally, your statement is simply not valid!! ”

“No, Kay's story is realistic.” The silver-haired sword that pushed the door in carries an absolute parallel sword: “If Isli receives the heads of Nanka and Ceroli…” (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)