I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 571 In the way of him, he is also in the body

King Arthur has two swords, the sword in the stone that represents power and makes him king, and the broken steel sword that Merlin borrowed from the fairy of the lake for him.

At this time, the scabbard on King Arthur's chest reads brightly: Only the King of Britain can draw the sword.

Therefore, what kind of sword this is, the answer is self-evident.

"Isn't the sword in the stone broken?" Clark wondered.

"Pull it out and have a look." Harley looked at the poet who guarded the grave with a questioning look.

"This is King Arthur's funeral object, don't move around." Thomas said seriously.

Harry thought for a while, then stretched out his right hand hidden in the wide sleeve robe, and opened a small book towards the poet, "See? FBI senior agent."

With a flip of the palm, the small book disappeared, replaced by a palm-sized work card, "I am also the chief director of the Advanced Super Human Joint Research Group (the official name of the Sky Eye Society)."

Harley withdrew her hand, looked at the bewildered poet, and said righteously: "I am currently investigating a cross-age criminal case of embezzling national treasures for private use.

Your master, King Arthur, is the prime suspect.

Now the national treasure is here, and the people are also here. It can be said that people have stolen and got it. You can keep silent, but your silence can't stop me from checking the evidence.

In this regard, do you agree or not? "

——If you don’t agree, then forget it, as if I didn’t say anything.

"You are a Britannician," the poet Thomas struggled, but he still couldn't repeat the name of the Sky Eye Society.

"Are you an envoy from the King of Britain?" He changed his address.

"I am the envoy of the 'Term King' of the fatherland of Britain." Harry said.

Clark's expression twisted.

"What father's country?" The poet became more and more at a loss.

"A person has a father, and a country also has a father. Britain now has a good father called 'Miguo'."

The poet was confused and mumbled: "This sword was recast by the fairy in the lake, no one can use it, you can't even touch it.

However, the king had said that whoever drew it was its master—as the inscription on the blade dictated. "

"Hey, didn't you tell me earlier that it wouldn't take time for me to take out my documents and make up my reasons?"

Harry gently removed the sword from the corpse's hand, held the hilt, and remained motionless.

God force field, open!

"Stinging—" A stream of white light flashed across the cave walls and everyone's faces.

The blade of the sword is as bright as new, and after canceling the God's force field, it blooms with hazy silver light.

Harley felt for a moment, a strange power similar to the seal of the king of hell was blessed on her body.

"It really is the sword of kingship!"

"Clang—" The sharp sword was sheathed, and Harley waved his hand to the stunned poet, "The deceased is gone, and the national treasure is back. We don't want to disturb the heroic spirit anymore, so we bid farewell."

As she said that, she walked quickly to the passage at the other end of the tomb, stepped out a few steps, and activated the "quantum displacement", leaving an afterimage in place, and the person disappeared without a trace.

Originally, she didn't want to take away the relics of the dead. No matter how strong a sword is, it's not as strong as Gabriel's bloody stick.

But since the master has said it, whoever pulls it out owns it, she will not return it hypocritically.

Now level [-] food defense expertise, can eat artifacts to increase expertise experience!

How much experience can a sword in the stone gain?
Clark and Granny Yajia quickly followed.

"Hey—" the poet stretched out his hand to stop him, but there was nothing in front of him, and he was the only one left.

"It's actually pulled out, I have to notify Fairy Vivienne."

Outside the tomb under the mountain, there is a giant holding a sharp axe.

According to Granny Yajia's introduction, the six-meter-tall giant will use riddles to block people who enter the cave, and they can only enter if they answer the riddles correctly.

However, at this time, Harry was walking from the inside out instead of entering from the outside.

The giant's bull's eyes widened, he was at a loss with his giant axe, "This is the entrance, how did you come out from here, do you want to block it? But, I only block the entrants, but they pass in front of me."

Leaving the tomb under the mountain, it is a misty field.

After that, Harley also encounters "a dozen pages" of stories.

The whole fairyland is really a storybook, a path connects the copies of the stories together, a story, a small world.

Almost every story is famous and well-known.

For example, they met a hotel on the side of the road in the wasteland. The owner was very enthusiastic and invited a few people to go in and rest.

The hotel has two beds, one long and one short. The big man sleeps in a small bed and cuts off his extra legs with an axe.

This story is also very famous on Earth.

Harley gradually discovered the difference between fairyland stories and dreamland stories.

Legends in dreams are created out of nothing, and characters are born from legends; fairyland stories first have real people and things, and as the characters and events spread, they evolve into absurd and fantasy stories.

The stories in Wonderland are all adapted from real events.

"Once the earth was full of miraculous powers and magical creatures, I am a half-breed human wizard and goblin, living in the northern forests of Poland for more than 570 years!

Until the last millennium, humans on the earth became more and more prosperous, but the magical environment became worse and worse. Many flower fairies, elves, and dryads even died of power exhaustion.

It was also at that time that Fairy King Oberon and Fairy Queen Titania opened the gates of Wonderland and invited us to settle here. "Grandma Yajia sighed.

The last scene upon arriving at the front door of Wonderland is a river of blood that smells of sea salt.

The sea of ​​blood could hardly see its boundary, and the water flowed rapidly in one direction. In the sea, the bones of giant beasts could be seen densely, and it was unknown whether the small humans were directly submerged underwater.

There is a legend about this sea of ​​blood in "The Ballad of Childe", which is a very "remote" story, and Harley has never heard of it.

On the contrary, Clark, as expected of a reporter majoring in liberal arts, actually recited a few poems from folk songs on the spot.

"This sea of ​​blood symbolizes the mother's womb, and the process of crossing the river is like rebirth."

He was very excited to see the legendary landscape here.

"What kind of rebirth method?"

Harley looked at Granny Yajia, she was a local aborigine, and she must know more than Clark.

The old witch said in a complicated tone: "Crossing the sea is crossing one's own body, and walking through the water is like examining one's own heart.

Understanding others is difficult, and understanding yourself is even more difficult.

It is even more difficult to go deep into one's own soul and recognize one's own essence.

This river of blood sea is a gift from Fairyland to every guest, and everyone gets different rewards.

There are many mages who have been stuck in the pass of practice for a long time, and they dream of coming to the fairyland to learn the way.

There is also the talent of strange creatures awakening the depths of their blood.

There are also monks who have crossed half of the river, and their bodies are full of wisdom. The mortal body dissolves in the river, leaving only bones, and their souls ascend to the kingdom of gods and Buddhas they believe in. "

Harry didn't quite believe what the old witch said.

She swallowed Clark again and jumped into the river to feel it for herself.

It seems that it works a little bit?
It's just that the special effects are blocked by God's skin.

She tried to revoke her body's magic resistance to the sea of ​​blood.
“Really makes the brain clearer”

Harry was a little pleasantly surprised, but also very regretful, opened his mouth, and spit out Clark.

"The effect is very weak and doesn't help me much, what do you think?"

Clark soaked in the neck-deep sea, felt carefully for a long time, shook his head and said, "I don't seem to have any other feelings except stickiness."

"You have to move around, just like life doesn't stand still, it's always moving forward." Granny Yajia floated on the stone mortar and didn't get off.

Everyone can only experience "Blood Sea Introspection" once, just like everyone has only one life.

There is no chance of a comeback.

"How wide is the river?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure, the Thomas I met in the King's Tomb earlier, he trekked in the sea of ​​blood for forty days, and then with the help of the fairy queen, he awakened the tongue of truth—a tongue that would never lie." The old witch envied say.

"Forty days and nights is too long, let's fly." Clark said.

"Everyone is different, the longer you go, the better the effect." Granny Yajia said.

"Getting a tongue of truth in forty days, is it really effective? For some people, this skill is simply torture." Harry complained.

Like herself.

To prevent her from lying, she would rather have her tongue cut off.

"Torture?" Granny Yajia cried out, "You don't understand the power of the tongue of truth at all. It's painful to use your tongue to talk about the past and not being able to lie, but how about talking about the future?"

Harry was startled, he couldn't tell a lie, it must be the truth.

"Follow the law?"

"The highest state of the tongue of truth should be to follow the law. But Thomas is only a mortal, and he can predict with 100% accuracy, but he can't distort fate and rules." The old witch said.

"Ah, I saw the other side." Halle was very embarrassed, she only walked for 2 minutes.

Clark was right next to her, but said, "There is a sea of ​​blood ahead, and you can't see the edge at all. If it weren't for the obvious direction of the river, you would almost lose your direction."

Harry was watching him paddling, but he didn't go ashore.

But she doesn't move, it's like soaking in ordinary sea water, without any magical effects.

"Sea water seems to be magic water." She was bored, and put some bloody water into her mouth with her hand. It was not sweet, but as salty as sea water. "It reacts with stomach acid, so it is really a magic material."

She bowed her head and drank a few sips, the effect was more obvious, and there was a strange energy in her stomach.

After absorbing it, Harley was in a trance for a moment. From the first meditation to the present, the practice process of more than ten years, like a slideshow, was quickly played back in the sea of ​​consciousness.
She remembered her practice plan—cooperating with her defense expertise, developing defensive cost magic until she found new power.

Harry suddenly discovered that she hadn't studied the magic of her life—the anti-injury shield for a long time.

What has she been up to in recent years.
Her sober mind became confused again, and she broke away from "introspection".

"This is to explore the inner world." Harry turned his head and looked at the vast sea of ​​blood, thoughtfully.

"Gudong Gudong." She squatted down, opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and let the sea water pour into her belly. Her thoughts sank deeper into her heart and into the deepest part of her blood.
"Gudong Gudong." Food defense expertise, slow start "+0.01%".

But Harry didn't notice the increase in food defense expertise at the moment.

Deep in her heart, she clearly saw the evolution process of each rune of the anti-injury shield.

Even saw the countless possible evolutionary paths of natal magic.

Deep in her blood, she vaguely touched the "untouchable, uncontrollable" experience jar for the first time in her life!
Harry remembered her expectation for the exclusive magic spell of the archmage: based on the shield technique of the price magic, first integrate the anti-injury magic, and then "embed" the empty expertise experience jar into it.

At this moment, all her potential, talent, and magical knowledge are clearly in front of her, just like building materials, and she can build Dao houses according to her ideals.
"Harry, I saw the shore," Clark said with a dazed expression, "I seem to have awakened a new skill."

"Really? Then go ashore, and I will do the same."

Harry stood up, deep in the blue eyes, there was a fleeting black swirl.

A magic apprentice awakens magic power and learns other people's magic.

The official mage chooses the way of the future, and regards a kind of magic learned as the natal spell.

The archmage opened up his own way, and evolved the spells learned from others into his own exclusive magic.

The master sublimates his own Tao, and the exclusive magic represents a cosmic rule.

The gods entered their own rules into the "book of laws" of the universe, making their own way a rule that everyone in the world must abide by.

Today, Harley finally condensed her own exclusive magic - black vortex thorn shield!

An experience jar that was emptied from the defensive expertise, like a black vortex, merged into the anti-injury shield, making her a veritable archmage.

Murong Fu among the magicians?

(End of this chapter)