MTL - Light Spirit Epic-Chapter 25 Stupid in darkness

Chapter 25 is stupid in darkness (in)

At the same time, above the [World Wall], in a dark room.

The fascinating figure of a woman is faintly visible in the darkness. She sat quietly, holding the glass in her hand and stirring the viscous liquid in the cup. In the boundless darkness, only the woman’s eyes emit a horrible dark red glow.

Outside the window, it is hundreds of thousands of feet above the ground, under [grandstorm]. Photon storms shrouded the whole earth, and there were lightning and thunder in the air, as the violent natural forces had humanity and roared in anger. The spacecraft driven by various anti-gravity engines can only see the lightning of the great storm when they are so close. But once they see this strange astronomical phenomenon, it is already too late - the ship will be caught up in the great storm in an instant, and it will be shattered and shattered by thousands of thousands of sharp photons.

A place where you can safely observe the great storm, there is only this small room in the world.

The woman enjoyed her privilege and looked at the scenery outside the window of this small room. This is like a hellish landscape, like a paradise for her. She is more than anyone looking forward to the destruction of the world, eager to see the whole world being torn, smashed and shattered into scums by the mad turmoil like a great storm.

And her wishes will soon be realized.

A small person walked into the room with a small step that barely sounded. His movements are so soft, as if he was afraid of making too loud a sound, and would disturb the Queen's Yaxing. He whispered before the Queen's Jade, "Merty seems to have failed. I can't trace her signs of life."

"Is it? Well, there is no big expectation for that kind of semi-finished product." The woman's voice responded.

"Mr. Morgan, who should I send next?" asked the other.

"Let Berteltitch go to play with him." The Queen sneered, "I want to have fun, my lovely brother Arthur."

A month later. The mechanical warehouse of the Northern Knights.

The werewolf boy made a sword at Lancelot, and the sword went straight to the throat of the blond boy.

Lancelot simply leaned back and shunned before the wooden sword hit his throat. The tip of the sword swept past an inch in front of his throat, leaving only a whistling sound.

At the same time, Lancelot has raised his palm and remembered it. His palm hit the right wrist of Bediwell perfectly. The werewolf boy felt that his wrist was sore, and the sword had already flown out of his hand. He circled several times in the air and landed on the stone floor of the warehouse. The wood collided with the stone and made a thick muffled sound.

Bedieville had not had time to make the next reaction. Lancelot’s other hand was already photographed on the wolf boy’s chest, and the whole werewolf boy was shaken out. It seems to be intentional, the werewolf boy was beaten by this palm about ten, and fell to his own wooden sword.

"No, come again." Lancelot shouted sternly.

"Damn!!" The werewolf boy stumbled and climbed up, picking up the wooden sword on the ground and cutting it toward Lancelot.

auzw.com However, Lancelot gently used his left hand to open the attack of Bedieville, then the right hand knife fell and fell on the shoulder of the orc boy. Deville overturned to the ground.

The werewolf boy slammed into the floor this time. He was dazzled for a moment and felt his nose was crushed.

"There are too many extra actions in the attack. The attack starts from the beginning to the execution, and the time interval is too long. If you hesitate with a knife, the opponent can easily predict the trajectory of your attack, and then you will die." Lancelot sternly scolded.

"Yes, but." Biddyville, who is still full of Venus, tried to get up.

"Don't worry about me, treat me as your enemy and try your best to attack it." Lancelot helped the Werewolf boy. "Don't think that I can't beat you to the ground with my empty hand."

Bediville stepped back and did a good job of attacking, taking a deep breath and lifting the wooden sword to attack.

Lancelot was lightly dodging, holding a palm of his hand, and a muffled sound, the wooden sword in the hands of the werewolf teenagers flew out again. At the same time, the werewolf's throat ate a hand knife and fell to the ground in pain.

"Hey, cough, cough, cough!" Biddiville almost suffocated, he did not think that Lancelot's hand knife can be so heavy! He was dizzy in front of his eyes and spent almost a minute before he was relieved.

"So, you died six hundred and twenty-five times today. Today's training is here." Lancelot shook his head. The way the werewolf teenagers have to go is still far away.

The werewolf teenager coughed and climbed up. "It’s been a month, and now I still can’t touch a Lancelot hair—"

"To be honest, you can never move as agilely as Arthur. The orc's physique is not suitable for that kind of agile sword. But don't be discouraged, the orc's endurance is good, the body is strong, just pay attention to avoid hurting the key in the battle. "A little bit of scratching doesn't care." Lancelot explained, "This is the tactic that the knights are envious of: instead of thinking about **** the enemy efficiently, it is better to think about how to live. Attack."

"But I want to be able to help Arthur. If I have been dragging my legs, it is better not to follow me." Bettiville said dissatisfied.

For a moment, a phantom was seen in the mind of the werewolf boy. The tall figure of the white bear man gradually went away from the werewolf boy and rushed into the battlefield of the flames.

(sorry, brother)

(Just blame me for being useless.)

(The kind of memories that can only be protected by others, but they can't help at all, don't want to add any more.)

"Hey, you can rest assured, boy." Lancelot is profound and profound, his beautiful deep blue eyes seem to be able to see through everything: "You just have to be with him, you are already helping. Only If the guy is alone, he will only rush forward and rush to the fire pit. Your role is to let the stunned head calm down occasionally, don't continue to do stupid things."

Your role is to drag his hind legs, so that the powerful and weak monsters do not have to hurry to find death. Lancelot mourned in his heart.

"Yes, isn't it?" Bettiville could understand what he was faintly, but he couldn't say it. He looked at Lancelot, who was gradually away from the mechanical warehouse. When the master stopped teaching him, he sighed and wiped off the dirt and dirt on his body. He waved his wooden sword and continued to practice.