Humans Are in Britain, the Noble Phantasm God's Key

Looking at Terenor's half-smiling eyes, Yanain smiled slightly, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Dear Fairy of the Lake, I am not the Holy Sword Envoy of the Stars you are looking for, the real master of the Holy Sword...... "

He pulled Altria, who was bewildered, to him, and said with a smile, "It's her."

Arturia:? ? ?

"Well... so, it turned out to be a girl." Terenor stroked his smooth chin thoughtfully, leaned forward, and looked into Artoria's blue eyes, "But you Your eyes are beautiful, I like them very much."

"Ah...thank...thank you."

"In that case." Terenor snapped his fingers, "Then I'll give you a gift."

An invisible air flow swept in, and a light blue breeze poured into Artoria's body. For a while, she found that her body suddenly became much lighter, and there seemed to be some other changes.

She stretched out her fingers, and strands of air flow converged, forming a small vortex.

"'Wind King Barrier'" Terenor smiled, "It's just a small blessing, I hope you can use it sometime in the future."

"Thank you very much!" Arturia couldn't help showing joy on her face, and bowed deeply towards Terenor.

Yanain watched this scene with a smile.

Among the nine fairies responsible for guarding Avalon, Tyrenor, the Fairy of the Wind, is considered to have a better temper. Although she advocates freedom and often makes many unexpected moves, she generally does not show anything to outsiders. hostility.

If it happens that she is in a good mood, it is very common to give such a blessing.

With a wave of Terenor's hand, a huge stone door emerged from the void, and the simple patterns carved on it were filled with the vicissitudes of time.

squeak~~

The heavy door slowly opened to both sides, but the inside was in chaos, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Avalon is inside, go, Vivienne is waiting for you." Terenor smiled.

"Thank you."

Yanain nodded slightly, and led everyone into the stone gate.

Guinevere, who was walking at the back, glanced back and found that Kai was still standing there, and asked doubtfully, "Kay, won't you go in with us?"

"Ah, what?" Kai was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, a plump body suddenly took him into his arms.

"Ugh...!!!"

"You can just go, as for him..." Terenor looked at Kai who was pressed on his chest, with a bright smile on his delicate face, "Leave it to me."

"Um, but..."

A little hesitation appeared on Guinevere's face, and Yanain's exhortations were still echoing in her ears.

"You should know best, I'm not that kind of person." Terenor looked at her with a half-smile.

A trace of confusion appeared in Guinevere's eyes, and then she nodded as if she understood something.

"Then... Kai, you should wait here for a while, we will come out right away."

After speaking, Guinevere turned around and walked into the door.

"Wait...wait!! Don't leave me, I'm going too...."

Kai worked hard and finally broke free, but there was only an empty flower field in front of him, and there was no stone gate there.

His face was pale, and despair appeared in his eyes.

The warm and soft body pressed against his back, and the sweet breath permeated his nostrils.

"A staid knight cannot win the favor of a lady.

"Let me take you to experience the fun of freedom."

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"I Became a Singularity Aboriginal"

Chapter 61 Chapter 8 The Sword of Vowed Victory (Excalibur)

If the Peach Blossom Spring described by Tao Yuanming really exists, then Yanaen believes that there is no place that fits the description better than the small island in front of him.

The sky is as clear as blue, and the clear mirror-like creek flows quietly along the river. The banks are full of green grass and colorful flowers. Snow-white unicorns walk gracefully among them, and tall trees stand upright. The tall and straight branches point straight to the sky, the handsome goblins shuttle between the trees, and the silver bell-like laughter comes from time to time, the thin mist has an intoxicating fragrance, and a light inhalation can prolong life .

"What a beautiful place..." Guinevere couldn't help but leaned on her small mouth, and a little fascination appeared in her pale golden eyes.

Arturia nodded with deep feeling, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I feel like staying in such a place, even if it's a lifetime, I won't get tired of it."

"You are wrong about this. Even the most beautiful scenery will make people feel boring if you look at it for a long time. If you have emotions, you will have desires. This is the root of all intelligent creatures."

A crisp voice came from behind, and everyone turned around, only to find a petite figure appeared behind them at some point.

It was a little loli who looked about seven or eight years old, wearing a soft pointed hat on her head, and a luxurious robe dotted with stars, sitting on a vine suspended in the void, her delicate appearance was like a carefully carved porcelain The doll has long, silvery hair like frost and snow hanging all the way to her bare toes, and her pale golden eyes are filled with vicissitudes that are completely inconsistent with her appearance, as if she has seen through the end of the world.

"Blessings, noble primordial elf, Your Majesty Vivienne." Yanain stroked his chest, bowing slightly to the legendary noble and evil lady of the lake.

Guinevere and Artoria quickly followed Yanann's example and bowed to the oldest elf in front of them.

"Did Scarha ask you to come?" Vivian's tone was calm and indifferent, like a pool of water that couldn't make any waves.

"No, my mother doesn't know about my coming here. I only come here for my own purpose." Yanain smiled.

"Hmph, I haven't seen you for so long, is Scatha already as big as a child?" The corner of the primordial elf's lips curled up in a mocking arc, "But it's true, for her For an old woman of that age, no matter how glamorous she looks, she can't change her decaying heart. I don't know if this feeling of being a mother can give her a second life."

Anain:  …

He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt a little complacent in Vivienne's voice.

"You misunderstood me. I am not my mother's son. I am just an adopted son picked up by her by chance." He coughed softly, "But in my heart, my mother is still the most respectable person in the world."

"Your so-called respect means sneaking out of the Kingdom of Shadows against her will?" Vivian looked at him with a half-smile.

Yanain's eyes widened slightly, how could anyone else know about this besides him!

As if thinking of something suddenly, he glanced around nervously.

"Don't look, Scatha isn't here." Vivian said lightly.

She shook her head slightly: "Actually, Scatha didn't let you leave the Kingdom of Shadows for your own good. I hope that when that day comes, you won't regret your choice."

"Actually, I know why my mother did this."

Vivienne's pale golden eyes narrowed slightly: "You know?"

Yanain smiled helplessly: "I didn't know it before, but I know it later. But even so, I will not regret the choice I made. People live in this world, and there are always some things that are higher than others. "

"I hope." Vivienne's tone was very indifferent.

Those pale golden eyes turned slightly, and they focused on a white-haired waste who was trying to reduce his sense of existence: "Merlin, I haven't seen you for so long, do you have nothing to say to me?"

"Ahem, long time no see, Vivienne, I'm very happy to see you are still as sweet and lovely as before." Merlin smiled awkwardly.

"In the past few decades, you have kept me waiting." Vivienne said lightly.

"But for you, decades are just a blink of an eye..."

Boom!

A flash of golden lightning fell out of nowhere and struck straight on the ground in front of Merlin, leaving behind a three-foot crater emitting a little smoke.

"I didn't hear what you just said very clearly, can I trouble you to say it again?" Vivian tilted her head and said.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and a dry smile appeared on Merlin's face; "I mean, I feel guilty for wasting the time of a beautiful girl like you, but it's not so easy to find the Holy Sword Envoy of the Stars. I have been searching very hard for so many years, but I have never found it, so I can only raise one myself. Look, didn’t I bring it here for you as soon as I raised it?”

Countless petals fell from Artoria's head, and Merlin ran to Artoria at some point, like a waiter in a store selling discounted goods to customers, and said enthusiastically: "This is the Red Dragon of Britain, the orthodox The descendant of Camelot, under the guidance of the great sage Merlin, upholds the knight spirit of justice, the embodiment of kindness and benevolence, Artoria Pendragon is also!"

Vivienne automatically discarded the long list of useless introductions, focusing on Artoria:

"Do you have the confidence to draw the holy sword?"

"I..." Arturia hesitated for a moment, but suddenly noticed that Yanain nodded towards her, opened her mouth slightly, and spit out five words.

"You can definitely do it!"

The holy blue eyes gradually became firm. The lily-like pure girl took a deep breath and looked seriously at the original elf in front of her: "I believe that I can draw out the holy sword."

"Although it's a little immature, this kind of will is not bad." There was a slight smile in the pale golden eyes, "Then let me see if the holy sword will recognize this belief."

With a slight lift of the finger, which was as white as a green onion, a small hillock bulged out not far away amidst a slight tremor.

On the top of the hill, a holy sword exuding star-like brilliance is standing straight there. If there is a seemingly powerful aura pervading this ancient fairyland, countless creatures hang their heads and move towards this sword. The forged holy sword pays homage.

This is the god-made weapon at the top of all holy swords, the ultimate weapon with the name of "the strongest fantasy"——

Sword of Oath of Victory (Excalibur)

Chapter 62 Chapter 9 Threat to the Primordial Spirit

The vast and ancient atmosphere permeated this isolated fantasy land, and everyone's hearts sank inexplicably. In the dark, it seemed that a powerful existence at the apex of all living beings was watching here.

"Gaia..." Yanain's eyes flickered slightly.

This feeling lasted only for a short moment, and then it returned to its original state again.

"Hmph." Vivienne's face became a little ugly for some reason, and she let out a cold snort.

"Go and try and see if you can pull out this holy sword."

Arturia nodded and walked up the hill.

Looking at the Holy Sword of the Stars standing in front of her, she suddenly had a feeling of returning to the day when the king was chosen.

Although it is not the same sword, the challenges she faces are the same.

She glanced behind her, and Yanain, Guinevere, and Merlin all gave her encouraging looks.

"Believe in yourself, Lily, this holy sword was born for you." Yanain smiled.

She took a deep breath, and her holy blue eyes became more determined.

"Teacher, I will never betray your trust!"

She turned around, stretched out her hands, and firmly grasped the hilt of the holy sword!

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