In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Yes, you and the Knights of the Round Table will meet soon, even the King Arthur."

"Hey, who wants to see them, a bunch of idiots who haven't improved much compared to back then!"

"Really? Why did someone who is usually full of nonsense stay silent when I met Bedivere?" Rosen smiled.

"I... I just happened to fall asleep!" Mordred propped himself up from the ground, his face was slightly hot.

Rosen burst into laughter, and sometimes it's so funny to tease this blunt but arrogant girl, and without noticing, he blurted out: "I see, someone is definitely crying... uh.. …”

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud noise next to him. Rosen turned his head to look and found that Mordred had put on his armor at some point, and a big sword with a cold light was on his shoulders, like a nine secluded devil. A voice like this came out from under the helmet:

"The second round starts! Rosen, I'm going to cut you into eight pieces this time!!"

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Realm, early morning.

The sunlight came in from the window through the white fog, as if putting a layer of white gauze on the figure in the center of the training ground. Rosen, who had been sitting all night, suddenly opened his eyes, and the magic power that was originally released disappeared in this moment.

"Hey, this bear boy really beat me to death."

He grinned and stood up. Although he didn't have any scars on his body, he still had mental trauma left from the night of fierce fighting.

Beheaded, cut into pieces, shredded internal organs by shock waves, and even reduced to particle state by Noble Phantasm, but he felt every way of death that Mordred could create. Fortunately, Rosen's will was firm, otherwise he would have turned into black. Masochistic.

However, Rosen has no negative feelings towards Mordred. The battle with real guns and live ammunition is countless times better than the exercise effect. Without this super sparring, Rosen would not be able to get to where he is today in a few years. He is very clear , Only when you experience death will you not be afraid of death, and you will not be relentless in the face of murderous intent.

In a sense, the combat experience Mordred brought him is far more precious than pure swordsmanship. Rosen has seen too many kings of the training ground, soft-footed shrimp on the battlefield.

"Unfortunately, I'm the only one in the world who can use self-abuse training."

Whether it was complacent or bitter, Rosen opened the refrigerator to get a few cartons of milk, then sat comfortably on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch the news.

"Hello, viewers, and welcome to the BBC Morning News program."

"Yesterday, Macedonian Emperor Iskandar and Romanian Grand Duke Vlad III held the third meeting on the stability of the border between the two countries, and reached preliminary opinions after two hours of consultations."

Rosen endured the host's heavy British English, watching the 'cordial' communication between the two heads of state on the screen, Iskandar was still so heroic, and the conference table was 'bang bang', while Vlad III At the other extreme, he sat on the throne with a pale face and rarely spoke.

No one knew what happened in those two hours, but the final result was that Romania lost a lot, but all the heroic spirits on that side wrote their dissatisfaction on their faces.

As the camera panned, Rosen saw a masked white-haired royal sister in the crowd, frowning slightly.

"This is...Camilla! Romania won't turn black!"

Another heroic spirit from the chaos and evil camp, Rosen couldn't help but have an ominous premonition. The heroic spirit's previous experience not only created character, but also divided the camp. Any heroic spirit with evil attributes can easily become the accomplice of monsters.

But then he thought about it, the friction between these middle-ranked and upper-ranked heroic spirits is also his own business. Since his sudden death, he has never liked to meddle in his own business.

The world police is not easy to do, the last world police has long been cold.

The BBC is still the same urgency, the European information is detailed, and the news from the East passes by, and soon turns its attention to the UK. After a blow to the wise and invincible His Majesty King Arthur, the host released an article. Warning information:

"Recently, there have been a number of vile cases against women in the city of London. Most of the victims are women, characterized by the removal of internal organs."

"London Garrison Commander - Knight Commander Tristan emphasized in an interview with this station that citizens should not panic! The Knights of the Round Table have the confidence and ability to bring criminals to justice!"

"But he also warned the public not to go out alone at night, every additional victim would make him sad..."

PS: Well, I heard that there is a lucky bag event. I’m so jealous... Give me some blades, monthly passes, etc. Please rest assured about this book, don’t say that the tree that has never written a book does not have the habit of eunuchs, It is not that the sharing contract will also guarantee the quality and quantity, so——

Vote as much as you like, and throw the blade away!

Will Chapter 7 be her?

The light on the TV screen was flickering, and there was a picture of the victims' bodies with mosaics playing. Rosen watched carefully, frowning unconsciously.

Where did the perversion come from?Rosen is not sure, because the new era lacks everything, except for strange things. It is not difficult to kill a few ordinary people. Maybe some pervert wants to create panic, or it may be eroded by evil. Demonize humans.

Of the two possibilities, he prefers the latter. Heroic spirits all have fallen ones, and it is normal for so many human beings to have a few 25 children. Rosen has dealt with demonized humans many times, so he naturally knows some characteristics of the latter. .

They are not heroic spirits, and they are beyond human beings. Ordinary weapons are ineffective against them. Their power is not too strong, but they are very good at hiding. They are similar to normal people on weekdays.

As for the quantity?There are no more or less demonized human beings. After all, such perverts as Yusheng Ryunosuke are in the minority no matter what country they are in.General power plus not too many quantities, the substantive impact is also very limited.

So demonizing humans is not on Rosen's mind, he is more worried about another aspect:

Will it be her! ?

This modus operandi is too familiar. In the dark night, women are specially selected to disembowel them. Everyone in London knows who the last one who used a similar modus operandi - that murderer Jack who existed a hundred years ago!The one who put Scotland Yard to shame!

The gender is unknown, the age is unknown, the appearance is unknown, and the motive is unknown. In front of the Londoners is a fog, just like this hazy fog!But they don't know, Rosen knows very well that if it is the real body of the murderer, things will become very tricky.

"嘁~~It seems that you are a little scared, Master." While Rosen was thinking, Mordred got out. After a night of venting, the rebellious knight was very happy now.

"Just find him and kill him. How can a murderer in such a mere chance become a heroic spirit?"

Mordred was a little unhappy. This world is too unfair. He didn't know how much blood of the enemy he had smeared across the battlefield, and he was written into an epic for thousands of years. When will it be the turn of a murderer who only killed five people to become a heroic spirit!

"Because becoming a heroic spirit depends not only on what he did in front of him, how many powerful enemies he killed, but also on his popularity. In this regard, Mordred, you are far worse than others." Cold water poured on the knight's head. In the previous life, the name of 'Jack the Ripper' was like thunder, Mordred?

If there is no game, the ghost knows who it is.

"Slander! Absolute slander! My dignified Knights of the Round Table don't have a famous murderer!"

"It's true~~ Except for your father, who of you Knights of the Round Table will remember each one? Oh, maybe your Uncle Lancelot should be a little more famous."