My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 464 No Double

PS: Nine o'clock, complete, horses don't stop writing today 5,000, I think I'm doing it...

PS1: Shame on you... well... anyway, in my rhythm... making it up is justice!

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Mikasa is moving forward.

She can count on a lot, but the strongest thing is speed.

She is now thrilled that this thrill is brought about by the limits of speed, and every time she slips her legs, her body jumps out like a deer and then jumps along the wall for a long distance before repeating it again.

She has never enjoyed such speed and lightness.

So in the first strike, she accidentally overturned, and could only knock each other directly with the handle of two tooth knives, because that angle was completely difficult to swing, and of course, Keiral had told her not to kill too many people, but she had been growing up in the dark, and she would not be merciful because of a few simple words.

“Don't kill too many people" and “Don't kill people" are the same thing!

Working for Intelligence is very important.

“Who?” Mikasa rushed in all the way to finally attract the attention of a massive army member. A loud drink caused him to kill himself, but all of a sudden, he directly caused the entire fortress to blow up the camp, and countless members of the Liberian Army came out of the camp courageously.

“Got caught?” Keiral laughed, and in the eyes of the sky Keiral could clearly see Mikasa's figure, killing ten people one step at a time, and no opponent at all!

“Oops, it looks like something strange happened down there.” Colonel Richard smiled and asked the people around him.

“It doesn't matter.” The man who blindfolded Mikasa and Keiral could smell Keiral from afar, and that's why he insisted on leaving with the gospel.

Holy Ten, a terrible enemy.

The Kingdom of Libel, which is sitting in the town of Holy Ten, also plays with fur and hangs up.

But they don't seem to be from the Royal Family of the Kingdom of Libel, but why do they always help each other?

If it's a coincidence in the college's old campus, it's now targeted.

Who is the other party and what is the purpose?

Did Cassius call for help? In terms of Cassius' relationship, it's possible.

What's the purpose? A conductor gospel? Or just to watch his two children?

In any case, our strength is not as good as that of the other party. It is not a wise place to hit so hard. Colonel Richard is indeed a wise guy, but the smarter the guy, the more complacent he is, the better to evacuate now than let him lose his temper in collision with that guy.

Colonel Richard was concerned about the disturbance below, but when he heard it, he let it go, of course, and the hope of the revolution was on the eve, and he didn't really care about such a small thing.

And a lot of things crash because of this little thing.

How can you sweep the world if you don't sweep the house!

This sentence came out of Xue Qin's mouth. Through Cao Cao's mouth, the moral diffusion of the three countries has deepened into the people's hearts. Modern management has been adopted as the “details of the Bible determine success or failure”. In fact, it is also something that our ancestors said. Only because some people wear a layer of vest to study abroad, they feel that this sentence is very sensible in modern language. Others have translated it into English for people to kneel lick. It is truly speechless.

Thousands of miles of embankment were destroyed in the ant cave, and one little thing after another was stringed together, precisely when Colonel Richard was defeated!

At the old school building, Kerall buried a little seed in Khloth and raised her guard. How would Khloth hunt from prey to hunter all at once? Even if Kerall handed Khlos the hunting skills, he couldn't guess how the lions hunted.

But Kerall doesn't care.

Keiral's layout is basically idle, not overly concerned about these things. One is that his mood is already faint. Although the Kingdom of Libel is good, it's not his home after all, even if he wins, he only has one more piece in his hand. If he loses, it's just one less piece. What's the problem?

And Keiral lays it down with one hand, and in series, it's a dragon slaughter!

Looking at the spacecraft slowly going away, Kerall shook his head gently, letting him go, and the next thing you know, Khloe settled it herself.

It's not his business.

Observers of the world?

There are two of them, but that's true.

As soon as Keiral went out of his mind, he forgot what was happening in the fortress.

That's Mikasa in the middle of a killing ring.

No, or maybe a ride or two.

It's just one person, but no matter what, the other person can't hit her with a conductive gun!

Just kidding. Three seconds at a time, you can't even wipe your clothes!

Not to mention in Mikasa's eyes in this state, the bullets of the other's conductive gun can be seen clearly!

Cut a bullet or something, just have Superman's first-rate dynamic vision and sensation, plus the body's coordination and muscle toughness, and a sharp, burned-edged katana, even a missile will cut it for you! Soul faint!

Of course, a three-second conductive gun doesn't need hard cut bullets at all, and Mikasa just needs to dodge.

Like Ghost Charm, she moves fast on the roof of the house, and instantly cuts off each other's hands with a sharp dragon tooth knife in a descending position. If it's better, it's probably just a cut to the arm or finger, and if she's unlucky, the whole arm is cut off.

Mikasa is not a virtuous generation. She grew up eating hundreds of meters before being adopted by Keiral at around the age of 10. She has a very strong autonomy and strong personality. Her brother is also a very extreme guy because his family was eaten by demons. It is precisely because of Mikasa's self-reliant personality and harsh handling skills that Keiral was able to teach her - she and Helista, one strong, one weak, one external, one internal, two excellent partners.

So if you really think Mikasa rushed in and only knocked the general out, you underestimate Mikasa a little bit.

There was a bloody storm inside, but it calmed down to the extreme, and the screaming inside was obviously not Mikasa's voice, and since it was not Mikasa's voice, they weren't really that nervous.

The atmosphere outside the fortress and inside the fortress are completely two worlds.

A row of conductive guns went out, but couldn't hit the figure in the leather yellow vest at all.

The slightly tired man, dressed in a green Major uniform, watched as the woman swept through the rain of the gun forest, dripping cold sweat down his forehead, slowly gathering on the tip of her nose.

“Damn... this woman, what is it! Is it a monster? How could I miss it! How could it be!” He captured the figure slightly nervously, with 1,000 people stationed at the Reston Fortress now only 700 people in the space, because more than 300 people had already been cut into her blood.

Now he has hundreds of people standing in front of him, holding rifles and shooting at the shadow, but they can't hit each other at all, but they are almost chopped to death.

“Damn it! Gather 'em all!” Thought the other side was just a little more combative, but now it seems to be entirely about the level of the sword Santa Cassius, a battle that is already a battle between the army and the army!

Sooner or later, they'll have to break each other down!

His whistle gathered all the remaining 500 people around him. On a wide open apron, even if it was just a team of 500 people, it was extremely spectacular. A row of conductive guns stood up like a forest, and then raised them all down, pointing at Mikasa, Mikasa with two knives in front of her, so light, in such a prosperous state, it really made her feel very good, this feeling...

Even God will kill you!

Kerall smiles. Want to cut a bullet?

No, that's completely unnecessary.

With a slight finger in the air, Mikasa jumped up in a flash before shooting at each other. Her flash attracted the first row of bullets, and then jumped instantly so that everyone behind her started shooting at her.

Mikasa, fly!

As Mikasa was about to feel the restraint of gravity, her back ribs stretched out a pair of wings, and then slapped her hard, she flew away, precisely because she rose a distance, all the bullets that attacked her were empty...

Slowly slapping, slowly flying, she rose, and although not her wings, not her own ability, this feeling of overlooking the earth intoxicated her.

Is this flying?

Mikasa, fly.

Kerall smiled and waved his hand down.

Mikasa's entire person flushed down hard, and Mikasa was even faster than some eagles because of its wings as a triangular gliding wing.

Watching Mikasa dive down hard, without the Major's command, the soldiers should know what to do, and lifted the conductive gun to point Mikasa at the fire.

But this angle does not require Keiral to tell Mikasa to know what to do... with the armor of light on her wrist blocking her face, this angle of dive can only be hit on her side no matter how much.

And the piece on her face... Not only does she have a defensive wrist on her hand, but Keiral's armor of light also covers her hand. The advantage of Keiral's armor of light is that not only is it light and defensive, but the only thing that can be done in the face of this armor is actually cracked with force, but the other party obviously doesn't have the power at all to hit Mikasa's wrist with a "force” bullet, but it can only cause pain to Mikasa, the real harm is - zero!

When Mikasa landed on the ground like a suicide angel, the knife in her hand was like the dance of Death, surrounded by a dead place.

Death and despair came at the same time, Mikasa propagated like a windmill, and all those within 2 meters were cut to the ground.

According to logic, she could never have such arms and strength, but Mikasa was trained from a young age to a large size, and for more than a decade she had not been able to exercise for an uninterrupted day, and in this magical continent she had been strengthened with magical elements. Although Keiral had been put on Mikasa, he did not know exactly what was happening in Mikasa's body. This kind of thing has not been understood by humans for thousands of years. So far, about five percent of the organs in the human body have not figured out what was useful, such as appendices, such as wisdom teeth, such as the brain.

So even if Kerall was smarter, he wouldn't know what happened to Mikasa.

That's power.

A human being who grew up on a planet three times gravity was Superman on Earth, and I used to have a PLA of 88 scattered (88 aim, 80 meters effective, 88 scattered.) It has always been the countdown to sniping, and every international competition since the bird gun was fired has been a variety of awards.

This kind of thing that grows in harsh conditions is inherently more vital than what is normally cared for, and the children in rural areas are much stronger than the children in urban areas except for the ones who are more knowledgeable than the children in urban areas - much stronger from an early age.

So Mikasa's body slowly evolved, amazing things, even Keiral doesn't know.

So Mikasa is able to cut off several people, for ordinary people, it's like a night out, but for Mikasa, who is now on the path of monster evolution, it's just normal.

“Monster!” The major finally screamed.

“Monster?” Mikasa smiled slightly, red lips powdered, incredibly delicate, but for them it was the smile of Death: “Didn't you cultivate it? ”

They have no idea. “Didn't you cultivate it?” What do you mean, but the next moment Mikasa has started killing among 500 people.

“Back off! Stand back, all of you!” There must be no mess at this time. The Major of the Fortress of Reston is at least a major after the Battle of Hundred Days. Faced with this situation, the strong man broke his wrist and did not hesitate.

But Mikasa's speed doesn't make it possible for him to form a team again.

How can flexibilities between individuals and the whole be compensated by simple scheduling?

The catcher first captured Wang was the physical qualities necessary for every assassin. Mikasa saw the major who had been in command of the King's Army since just now, naturally jumping directly at him.

“What!” the major looked at Mikasa, who rushed over at him and knew what he was going to do, but he couldn't stop him!

Because each other's power is amazing.

The monolithic forces of both sides are simply two levels! He retreated quickly, claiming to be covered by the soldiers beside him.

But he overestimated the qualities of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Libel, who were no longer the last troops to fight in the Battle of Hundred Days, but had been discharged for 10 years, and a generation of veterans, and a generation of recruits came up, and they were no longer the only soldiers, even if faced with the empire, even if they knew they were going to be destroyed, even if they knew that the way forward was death, but for the country, for the queen, and for their own family.

They lost their spirits, their beliefs, their souls.

If it were Camelot, countless knights would not move at this time. The Melee knights would automatically gather together and set up defensive formations. Faced with the enemy's speed, everyone would try to keep their bodies down, suppress each other's speed, and countless long guns, bows and arrows would all be completely projected. Now is not the time to worry about accidentally injuring one's own person, one's own people would have protective gear, hitting may not necessarily kill them, but letting the other person near the commander, the battle would be lost.

Lost a nail, lost a horseshoe, lost a horseshoe, broke a horse, broke a horse, died a general, died a general, lost a battle, lost a battle, destroyed a nation, destroyed a nation, and vanished a nation.

Kerall would never allow any minor mistakes to lead to accidents, which he also insisted on.

It is important that the details determine success or failure.

So when he found out there were runaway soldiers everywhere and no one came to help him, he knew he was dead!

As Mikasa was about to lift her knife and fall, when she saw his uniform, she suddenly remembered what Keiral had said, "Destruction is OK, better not kill senior officers.” Things just knocked him out with a knife in his back.

And the rest is much better.

The only thing a soldier could do, who could not express his worth, was to be slaughtered like a lamb to be slaughtered by Mikasa, who finally stopped after the massacre lasted a while, and then she began to search for her target.

Dr. Russell.

After searching three rooms, she finally found him in a secluded room.

“Are you Dr. Russell?” Mikasa is not a linguistic genius, but Keiral taught her how to speak Liberian every night, and she has been able to communicate easily with people in the Kingdom of Liberty.

“Uh... I am...” he hesitated to probe.

“You are?”

“I'm the man Tita sent to rescue you.” This is a line that has already been negotiated, and if it wasn't for Tita, Dr. Russell's IQ would never have gone with her - it would have been safer to stay in the army with a stranger.

And once she gets Tita's name, whether Dr. Russell wants it or not, he has to go with her to make sure Tita's safe.

That's why she stabbed Dr. Russell right in the door.

“Okay, let's pack up and let's go.” Dr. Russell stunned and immediately reacted, speaking.

Mikasa nodded lightly, or indifferently, just standing at the door, she was holding a double knife and still dripping blood. Although the blood on her leather jacket had been wiped clean, the lower part of her bloody body could tell how many people she had killed to rush in. No soldier dared to interrupt half the score here.

Just ask the goddess to leave!

“Well, let's go.” Dr. Russell was shivering in the face of Mikasa, and the bloody smell of his nose couldn't hide it.

“Okay." Mikasa nodded, saving two knives and flowers, and walking out first, protecting one person and breaking through is completely different. If breaking down requires one, then defense takes twice, or even three times, which is why the distinction between so-called "positive strategy” and “negative defense” is so different. (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.)