C240 Farewell to Fate(part Ii)

When Arthur woke up, it was already the night of the Pure Land Ellison. He dragged his body up in pain and checked the time on his phone.

It had only been a little more than two days since the outside, yet two-thirds of the Eliason had passed in three days. The first night that Arthur and the rest arrived at the Eliason was one of them.

The [One Day] of the Eliason only had eighteen hours, and after nine hours, it would be alternated day and night.

Not only was the gravity of this pure land smaller than that of Earth, it also had less time than that of the mortal world.

Why? If only the elves could create such a Subspace and make it into an immortal world, was there a need to make so many changes? After altering the laws of cause and effect by such a large amount, wouldn't it require a lot of photons to maintain this Subspace?

Or could it be that Arthur had always been ignoring something that was fundamental?

Although the wounds on his body had already healed, the pain still remained in the deepest part of Arthur's body.

He looked at the dying Malefic Red Fire Dragon. The guy seemed to need more time to regrow his amputated limbs and was now lying unconscious on a soft cushion. White Frost Dragon and Xian Wei watched on from the side without batting an eyelid.

Arthur walked out. Seeing that, the White Frost Dragon suddenly spoke out: "Aren't you going to say anything? "

"No." Arthur replied. Don't worry about it, he thought.

"Heartless guy." said. Although Arthur said that he wouldn't care, the dragon still talked to himself. "Do you know why the dragons love close relatives fighting? They were clearly relatives, but they always fought to the death. "

"…." Because you are all self-conscious fools. Arthur berated.

"No." "Because we can't stand the smell of each other." Perhaps it was to prevent the dragons from interbreeding with each other. The closer the relatives, the more they could sense the stench of each other. If it was his parents, then it would be alright. But if it was brothers and sisters, then their aura would become unbearable.

It's not that Malefic and I don't want to get along, it's just that we can't stand each other's scent and the stench of each other's bodies. When we were together, we wanted to fight. "

"…." Oh, really? Arthur said with a look of disapproval on his face.

"You have the same hateful aura, Arthur. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Arthur, as if he was trying to see through everything in this knight's blood. "Royal Father is right, you really have lost Royal Father's blood." Although his bloodline was already very thin, that loathsome aura still lingered on. That's why I hate you so much. "

As expected, this guy had also overheard the conversation between Arthur and Dragon Emperor.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders, "You hate me so much, but you still want me to work together with you. "

"Malefic must hate you just the same. "He must have felt something similar in your blood, too." "

Arthur remained silent.

"Malefic is not some bastard, that's for sure. "Even if the Royal Father said that he was a bastard, I would never believe it." "Because …"

"I believe that the Queen Mother will never be disloyal to the Royal Father. Even though she was alienated by the Royal Father, she had never given up on loving him. "

"Xavia …." "

It might be a bit cliché to say that now." "But, just as I love my mother, no matter how arrogant, arrogant, foolish, rude, clumsy, vulgar, the Malefic fellow is repulsive, repulsive, repulsive, repulsive, repulsive..." But I've never given up on this either... Brother.

Therefore, Arthur, do not do anything to harm Malefic. If you hurt him — I won't let you go. "

No matter how much they hated each other, they were still brothers.

Arthur used to think that dragons were ruthless big lizards. He thought that these giant beasts were selfish, greedy, and violent. But lately, his opinion of dragons had begun to change.

The dragons were not much better than humans, and they were not much worse than humans. Humans simply came to understand alien creatures with all sorts of prejudices, putting [nomenclature] one after another on these creatures.

Humans have never really understood the world.

At the same time, in the weapons warehouse of the Elf Kingdom.

About a hundred thousand weapons were placed in this huge arsenal. These weapons were all handmade by the Elves, one by one. Each of them was a combination of elegance and beauty, and each of them had the ability to steal the Heaven Arts.

They were made of magical materials, light, hard and flexible beyond compare. Although they were both physical weapons and were a little outdated compared to the light swords used by modern humans, they were all ingeniously enchanted and each of them were extremely powerful.

However, Bedivere was not satisfied.

"Well, how is it?" Tristan asked.

"No." Bedivere was at the side waving his silver sword. The elf's treasured sword drew a beautiful silver arc in the air, a melodious sound in any case. This finely crafted Divine Weapon could have easily moved Bedivere's heart. However, this wasn't the kind of thing he was after right now.

Merlin had said before that in order to deal with the Darkness Particle, they would need to use high-frequency vibration or high-temperature weapons. Werewolf Boy was looking for two types of magical equipment, or weapons with this kind of Enchantment.

The Merman Prince, on the other hand, always used the appearance of the weapon to judge the weapon's strength. He delivered one refined weapon after another into Bedivere's hands, allowing the Werewolf Boy to test the weapon. After testing about three hundred weapons, Bedivere could no longer hold it in. "Tristan, stop picking, I'll pick it myself. "

Tristan unhappily replied: "Eh …." You don't believe my eyes, do you? This sword, this sword is definitely what you want. Try it! "

"The weapons you bring are indeed good weapons. Each one of them is the work of the elves." But we need to find a weapon that can deal with the Darkness Particle! A single sharp sword was far from enough. "

"Well, if you say so." Tristan frowned, and pouted, feeling wronged. "How can you tell the Enchantment on a weapon just by looking at its appearance?" "

It's not like Bedivere didn't know what Tristan was going to retort about. They did not have the ability to predict. If they did not try to hold every weapon in their hands, they would never know what their abilities were.

He felt that rather than letting Tristan pick from the side, it would be better for him to pick from the shadows and test his luck.

"Let me choose one." Bedivere walked out of the testing room and arrived at the vast armory.

The elegant light of the elven armory illuminated every weapon here. Over ten thousand magical weapons were arranged neatly on their shelves, shining coldly under the lights.

Exquisite engravings, brilliant and dazzling, mysterious and dazzling. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack to pick one of the ten thousand weapons.

Bedivere could only believe in his own intuition.

He paced around the armory and gradually came to the front of an ancient weapon.

An ancient bow.

It was completely different from the exquisite engravings the Elves had, the bow's black, rough surface did not have many engravings. It looked like a Wooden Bow made from the ancient black sandalwood, but Bedivere knew that the material it was made of was completely different.

It was not carved because the elves disdained to deal with such crude weapons. It was because it was so hard, and the elves had no way of making it.

This bow had existed before the elves had ever existed. It was a godly weapon left behind from the mythological era.

Bedivere vaguely sensed a familiar feeling!

— — This thing that once belonged to him...?!

How could that be? Stop joking around.

"You want such an ugly bow?" Tristan walked over and looked at the weapon that Bedivere was staring at. Any weapon in the armory that Tristan could choose would definitely be picked at the very end. The difference in beauty between this bow and Merman Prince was simply too great.

"So what?" Bedivere walked over to get his bow. When his hand touched the bow, he felt a sense of familiarity. He concentrated his mind, put the thought aside, and walked towards the testing room with the bow in hand.

The elves' Testing Room weapons had been strengthened by a lot of magic, so using all sorts of powerful weapons here would not affect the buildings. Bedivere raised his bow, intending to shoot an arrow.

The bow had no strings. It was raised by the user, and when the user sensed the user's intention to attack, a string made out of photons appeared between Bedivere's fingers.

There were no arrows on the bow. When it was pulled apart by the user, a large amount of photons would gather in the environment and then retract them into a barrier, forming the shape of a Photon Arrow.

This was the same as how Bedivere transformed the light sword, used the light sword's Reflector s to make Photon Arrow s, and then used the strings to create the photonic explosion, finally shooting out the Photon Arrow s that were wrapped in a barrier.

If the Photon Arrow was to be shot out, the enchantment would decline for a short period of time. This would determine the Photon Arrow's poor range. The effective range of the Photon Arrow that Bedivere had modified was only about twelve yards.

Although the principle of this bow was similar, Bedivere felt that it was a little different.

The bow was very tight! And when Werewolf Boy maintained his position of pulling the bow, the bow became tighter and tighter! It was as if he had absorbed all of Bedivere's strength!

This bow was full of strange things! It swallowed the physical strength of its user?

Bedivere who was shocked out of his wits released his hand, and the arrow flew out of his hand.

The Photon Arrow did not fly out, but vanished in front of Werewolf Boy's eyes within a yard, and instantly transformed into a huge shock wave, striking out with the ground!

BOOM! The shock wave hit the weapon Testing Room, producing a low, muffled sound. The Testing Room that was protected by layers upon layers of magic had such a large hole blasted out so easily!

"Ahhh …" Bedivere crawled up from the rubble as he looked at the broken walls in disbelief.

"Damn it!" "Tristan tremblingly walked in to help Werewolf Boy up, but he kept cursing." I told you to [try using that bow], I didn't tell you to [remove the Testing Room]! Are you crazy?! Aren't you afraid of hurting yourself, little fool? "

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize …" Seeing the worry on his friend's face, Bedivere swallowed his saliva. At the same time, he felt weak all over.

"This damned bow absorbs photons from me." He understood the principle of the bow. "I didn't expect it to have such destructive power." "

"Is this the weapon you want?" "I won't allow you to use more weapons. You should lie down and wait for your body to recover." "

"Mm …" Bedivere muttered, "This bow is good, I want it." "

The shock wave that the Demonic Bow released was extremely similar to Jade Green Wind Dragon's Wind Pressure Bullet, but the shock wave was extremely concentrated, and was therefore tens of times stronger than the Wind Pressure Bullet. This was a powerful physical attack. If it struck a creature's body, it would create a huge high-frequency vibration. In reality, such a powerful shockwave was able to shatter the target in one blow.

Its attack power was unquestionable. The only problem is that the bow absorbs energy (photons) from the user, so... The number of shots that can be launched over a period of time is limited. Beastmen like Bedivere who had a strong physique would quickly faint from exhaustion if they wanted to continuously fire Vacuum Wave s from the Demonic Bow for a short period of time.

Bedivere didn't know why he understood the principle of this bow so clearly. In short, he understood it very clearly. The moment he received the bow, Karma told him everything.