Chapter 3916: Hundreds of Millions of External Forces

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"There is one more question." I think it is necessary to combat the arrogance of little King Arthur. I am looking forward to what kind of expression he will show when he is surpassed by his heir.

"If Arturia can break the shackles of despair, does that mean she can surpass you in all aspects?"

My serious question was met with a look of pity from the little king and a touch on his forehead.

"It's strange, the horse doesn't have a fever. Why it talks such nonsense is 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 talk nonsense even without having a fever.

So I'm really sorry for wronging you, huh? Why don't you go find the Red Dragon Queen's tomb, dig her out and continue reviving her?

"Why can't it work? Look, you all admit that Artoria's talent is no less than yours. All the equipment from the past has been inherited to Artoria, right. All she needs is a scabbard, but Artoria Ya have me."

I am not ashamed to speak loudly, it is just a scabbard made of scraps of a dream that comes true. If you believe it, you will have it. If you don’t believe it, you will not have it. My metaphysical stuff is not as good as the song God sings to open up the sea and the sky.

"The most important thing is." I moistened my throat and came to the point: "If Arturia can break the shackles of despair and prove that her will is stronger than yours, three equal and one stronger, why can't she surpass you in all aspects?"

"Fan, it's impossible for me to surpass King Arthur. Not to mention other things, at least in terms of strength, I probably can't surpass him no matter how hard I try."

The first person to cause trouble was not others, but Artoria. What's wrong with you, my king? How can you let someone else's ambition destroy your own prestige? Where are your ideals and your desire to win?

"Because the environment does not allow it." The Lauder team also stood up and spoke. As King Arthur's maid, I have reason to doubt whether their words will be biased.

"In Your Majesty's time, there were strong men around, and there were enough [nutrients] to make Your Majesty continue to become stronger. Now, according to Little Jeluka's description, there are only three or four kittens. There are no decent enemies and lack of Nutrients for growth, no matter how hard a person works, there is a limit.”

"That's right." Little King Arthur nodded and concluded in an old-fashioned way: "This is also why no matter how talented a person is, he can't pull down the top experts of that era by a large margin. There is no decent opponent and no comparison. If you are someone else, you won’t be able to climb higher, and sometimes you won’t even be able to tell whether you are climbing up or down.”

After thinking about it carefully, I can understand a little bit of what they mean. In the era of King Arthur, there were thousands of races. Strong men like the Seven Giants were everywhere. If you destroyed a race, you would only encounter three or two at least. King Arthur was not the same. He was invincible from the beginning. It was precisely because he kept encountering such powerful opponents that he was able to grow step by step.

In our era, the only decent opponents are the Big Seven.

To describe it in game terms, King Arthur is equivalent to pioneering wasteland. Although it is difficult, the land is full of unknown treasures. By the time of Artoria, the maps have long been explored and the treasure chests have been opened. All we can do is to follow the steps step by step. Accumulate resources bit by bit.

Therefore, it’s not that my king is incompetent, it’s that this downtrodden era has limited her room for growth.

After thinking about this, 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 shackles of despair in one fell swoop?"

The excessive trust in my king made me look a little expectant. The fourth test is difficult to say, and it is easy to say. If I am a heartless player like me who is good at self-brain hypnosis, maybe I can just After completing the third test, he surpassed King Arthur in one fart effort.

As long as his heart is dark enough, the strongest person in the mainland can only be like that, hehe.

"I'm sorry, Fan. I'm very happy that you believe in me so much, but I may disappoint you. At least before the war, I have no idea at all about how to break the shackles, let alone confidence."

Arturia's beautiful and lustrous eyes seemed to flash through a deep pain as dark as ink when she said these words. My excessive trust brought her a lot of pressure, of course. , and what’s even more serious is that her own condition is obviously far from as optimistic as I thought.

Maybe I should compare myself with my own and feel Artoria's pain and despair.

For example, the Elven King's City in her dream was replaced by Rogge Camp. In the final decisive battle, the entire Rogge Camp was destroyed, with corpses everywhere, and not a single one left.

In order to defeat the powerful Seven Giants, I had to kill and sacrifice the remaining humans, including Akara, the Lal couple, the Doug brothers, the Lao Ma trio, the orangutan couple... and even the girls. …

"..."

"..."

"..."

It would be better to destroy such a world.

Just having such a picture in my mind, just for a moment, I feel that my whole heart is darkened, and I am just one step away from falling into evil. This is just imagining, but Artoria is really like this She did it, although it was only in a dream. The problem is that she didn't know that she was in a dream at that time. Even if she knew it, even if she knew it, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to solve such a multiple-choice question.

Sorry, I was wrong. I underestimated the pain Arturia went through and the weight of despair surrounding her.

If you can survive it and still have pure hope in your eyes, my king, I respect you as a... girl.

In addition, I should also apologize to the little king. I admit that after learning the truth about her [retiring after success], I still looked down on her a little. It was obvious that she had unified the world and it was time to start a good time of wine and meat, but here she is. It's too wasteful, too wasteful, and too useless to be able to withstand the pressure at such a time and slip away.

It turns out that despair can really be so heavy. Compared with them, my original dream test and the thousand years of loneliness I experienced were just like playing house and drinking.

Look at them, this is the kind of training that is truly worthy of the protagonist, you can’t accept it.

It’s not good to go further on this topic, lest it bring more pressure and trouble to Artoria, let’s talk about it more relaxedly.

"In other words, the inheritors of the Twelve Knights also entered your dream together and went through a lot of training with you?"

I pointed at the maid who kept silent but refused to be lonely in her heart. She always inadvertently tried to exude the aura of a sweeping monk when I was the only one paying attention to her.

To put it bluntly, this little maid wants to retreat and pretend to be big.

"How is it? The effect is very good, isn't it? Each of the inheritors has greatly improved in strength, and now they are busy adapting and adjusting." Maid Lauder raised her chin with some pride.

So that's the case, no wonder they disappeared without a trace one by one.

"It's indeed quite good. Even this little maid is...but, even the inheritors of the Twelve Knights were also involved in the dream test. Was the magic technology back then really that powerful?"

It feels almost stronger than the dream test that Salted Fish Sword arranged for me. My test is stronger on a time ratio and the original shaping of the entire Dark Continent. The third test is on time ratio and world shaping. , according to Artoria's description, it seems not much different, but it has one more function than my test.

You can bring your friends to play black together!

Comparing it like this, the Salted Fish Sword doesn't seem to be anything special. Even if it's half buried in the soil and pretends to be mysterious, it would probably be just a mediocre item in the age of King Arthur.

"Well...actually...it's not all our fault." Showing a guilty expression as if they had been hit hard, the Lauder maids were hesitant and kept stealing glances at their master, as if they had done something wrong behind his back. generally.

"Of course... of course, it was mainly because of the sacrifice of our lives that the test became so powerful. It just borrowed a little bit of external force."

The distance between index finger and thumb was about an inch, Maid Lauder assured.

"So, how high is the actual test?" Since they had tried to trick me several times before, I didn't show any mercy and went straight to the point.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the distance between their thumbs and index fingers opened slightly, just like the exquisite spoon-bumping skills of the cafeteria aunt, up and down, trembling twice, and finally freezing.

About an inch and a tenth of an inch.

Very good, I really only borrowed a few hundred million external forces, and I really have you, Knight Lauder.

"Originally, this idea was impossible to realize anyway. Sister Femina has asserted that this is definitely not something that can be achieved by pure magic."

Femina? That wise knight of the Holy Law who is known as the ancestor of magic? If I remember correctly, it should be.

"So, since pure magic doesn't work, we just thought about it..." Maid Lauder's voice became lower and lower, and finally it was almost silent.

"You couldn't have... used the power of the scabbard without permission!" At this moment, it was little King Arthur's turn to show an incredible expression, jump up and down, and exclaimed loudly.

"Just a little bit, I made such a wish to the scabbard, but there was no movement. I originally thought it wouldn't work, but the result... was unexpected. No, the effect even exceeded our expectations."

"You...you...actually...actually did such a thing without telling me, and even used the power of the scabbard for such a thing, you..." The Little King pointed at his personal maid, and became angry on the spot. Cerebral embolism, speechless.

"Wait, don't get angry too soon." Before she got angry, my mind was in a mess and there was a problem that needed to be solved.

"I'm completely confused. Can you explain to me the timeline of the establishment of King Arthur's Test? Is it before King Arthur's death or after his death?"

Logically speaking, King Arthur should have disappeared with the scabbard, but why do I hear that this little guy died one moment and was pulled out of the grave to be used as a tool the next?

Do you write a script without drafting or outlining it? This is not a problem that can be solved by sacrificing one or two plans.

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