Artoria the Big Liar

Hearing what I said, the witch walked slowly to my side.

She looked at the corroded fragments with disgust—it was really disgusting after all, so she immediately shifted her gaze and looked at me.

"You're amazing, you're so fast, I can't even keep up with my eyes."

"The result of continuous learning and training. Maybe one day, you can also achieve this level."

The witch pursed her lips and gave me a blank look, as if I was saying something outrageous.

But the fact is that the two knights with the strongest swordsmanship in the Round Table—Lancelot and Galahad—are both Gauls who lived on the mainland in their early years. They have no inhuman blood, and they are undoubtedly ordinary. Humanity.They have all reached the realm of "Infinite Martial Arts" by relying on the highest standard of swordsmanship education, their own continuous efforts, and correct learning methods.

"What's the matter with this sword?" The witch asked again, "The weapons of these dolls are also quite powerful, right? Why are they cut open like butter? Moreover, such a thin sword is being used by you. It should be shaking all the time, right? Could it be that I read it wrong? Just now your sword didn't shake at all, it was straight the whole time!"

"Because its essence is not a sword, but a spatial rift with a sword as its concept and substrate." As I walked forward, I explained casually. "So, to be precise, it's not the puppet's sword that was cut, but the continuity of space was interrupted, creating a gap in the thickness of the sword. The cut objects are naturally separated, so it looks like this. "

"You can still control the space?" The witch raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"It's not me who can control the space, but something inside me... Partition walls have ears, let me explain when I have time."

The witch opened her mouth, wanting to ask more questions.However, at this moment, a dark red lightning flashed near the teaching building.

No need to think about it, this is the lightning that broke out when Mordred was fighting those puppets.

"Go and join Mordred, don't worry too much, these dolls won't cause her any trouble."

"Okay...Unfortunately, my flag and sword are not here, and I don't know where I went..."

Whenever she needs to hurry, the witch will tangle with her treasures, which has almost become her style.

The scale of the private academy is not large, and Mordred and I met soon—she also sensed the battle on my side, and came to me with the same mentality.

I glanced up and down - Mordred wasn't hurt, nor was the white shirt or jeans damaged.Because of the lack of weapons, she should have smashed the dolls with her own fist, and there were gravel-sized white fragments between the middle finger and ring finger of her right hand.

Mordred came up to her, and she smiled happily, wanting to show off her combat skills.However, he probably felt that there was nothing to be proud of, so he asked another question: "Father, what's the matter with this enchantment? The students seem to be locked in."

"This is a special enchantment that can stagnate time. However, these are not things that need to be cared about..."

Saying that, following my intuition, I looked behind me.

There was nothing there, and even my intuition told me that there was nothing there, just an ordinary lawn.

It's just that the feeling of being watched will definitely not be fake.Something must be watching the three of us.

Fighting is not just fighting and killing, the ultimate goal of fighting is to get what you expect.

The goal of this battle is to break the barrier, find the builder of the barrier, ask for enough information, and prepare for the next anomaly—then, negotiation is a must.

"You should be able to hear the existence of the enchantment, right? I know that your target is not us, but other people living in seclusion in the school. If you don't want to cause extra problems, or cause misunderstandings and troubles, I advise you to appear in our Explain clearly your purpose and means. Otherwise, the negotiation will be regarded as a breakdown, and we will start hostile actions with you."

In this stagnant enchantment, there is no sound.

I waited for a full ten seconds, but there was still no response, as if I was really just talking to the air.

After thinking about it, I decided to spend some more time negotiating.

"Don't you answer... Are you hesitating, or are you afraid, or don't know how to end it? If you hesitate, then send a familiar to talk and tell me what you want. If you are afraid, remove the barrier now , Leaving this school, I can pretend that nothing happened. If you don’t know how to end, then give a clear signal, and we will continue to attack until you hesitate or fear—the time limit is half a minute, if you haven’t The will to communicate, we will take hostile actions with the worst intentions and the most sinister intentions. I hope you will take care of yourself."

I waited for half a minute.Mordred and the Witch also stood there for half a minute.

That existence was still unwilling to answer, or it didn't think about negotiating from the beginning.

I only have one option left.

"Negotiations broke down, ready to attack."

"Battle?" Mordred asked. "Father, could it be that..."

"Well. I'm going to destroy this enchantment. Mordred, witch, let's go to the roof of the teaching building."

Brute force cracking is always the most efficient cracking method.The enchantment is a closed structure. Once a gap is broken, the enchantment will be like a wooden barrel with a hole pierced, and it will soon collapse due to the exhaustion of magic power.With my magic power, it is not difficult to break through this barrier.

"But, father, the dark magic power... won't you feel uncomfortable?" After a pause, Mordred added: "Mother said that if the father uses magic power, his body will be eroded. Now this situation... ...is it really necessary?"

"It's okay once in a while. I have a sense of proportion and don't need to do it for me..."

Suddenly, the feeling of being watched disappeared.

Then, I instinctively felt that existence appeared on the roof of the office building.

There's nothing wrong with that, it's the office building, not the teaching building - that means the homeroom teacher, Katagiri Rie, has also taken action.

"Witch, Mordred, take my hand."

That's what I said, but in fact, I took the sword back and took the initiative to grab their hands.

Then, the darkness overflowed and turned into a viscous curse that fell to the ground.These darkness quickly stretched out dozens of pitch-black human hands, forcibly breaking apart a spatial rift in the real space.

All kinds of visible and invisible brilliance shine in the cracks, as if the psychedelic kaleidoscope is constantly scrolling.

I didn't move, and the chasm came straight at me, like a whale opening its jaws to swallow the krill.

This chaotic space is like the intestines of some kind of existence, constantly churning and wriggling, engulfing us to move on.There are all kinds of strange creatures like kindergarten crayon drawings dancing and singing around, like a girl's wildest dream.After determining the location, I opened another crack in the same way.

This time, the scenery inside the crack is the roof of the teaching building.

"Ouch! Cough cough cough cough..."

Almost immediately, the witch's retching sound reached my ears.

I didn't have time to explain to her.Because, in the sky, there is a strange beauty floating.

Yes, even though her face was covered by a dark blue mask like the night sky, and her eyes and expressions could not be seen, she was undoubtedly a beauty—her black hair reached her ankles, and her body was covered by a dark purple skirt In the middle of the dress, the inside of the orange skirt shone with stars and void.The white arms are exposed, and the hands are slender like professional pianists. .

"Hey, let's see who's here?" A frivolous voice came from the direction of the beauty.It is clearly in front of me, but I feel as far away as the ends of the earth. "Isn't this the legendary eternal king who conquered half of Europe? Why, you finally confirmed that Britain is hopeless? The reason why you came to this island country is just to take a vacation? Or just hide it like that Among ordinary people, plotting to conquer the world again?"

"...The Eternal King?"

Rie Katagiri, the homeroom teacher, was on the rooftop, looking at me suspiciously.

Before I could figure out how to explain it, the beauty in the sky uttered the voice first: "Christine! Oh, my Christine! You are deceiving the world as a teacher in this school, don't you Do you know that your three students are Arthur Pendragon, Mordred Pendragon and Jeanne Darc? Obviously their names have revealed and revealed everything, but you So ignorant...or are you just unwilling to admit it?"

Biandu Youya, Biandu Matori, Amano Rana... These Chinese characters seem to be normal, but once they are read in Japanese, there is almost no way to hide their identities, and they will definitely be linked to our previous identities.

"Do I know what it has to do with you, Dimensional Demon? What kind of benefits have you given me? That you even want to tell you this bit of information?" With a sneer, Rie Katagiri's light blue eyes flickered. A touch of madness. "Hey, dimensional demon over there, I still want you to die! Will you die? You won't? If you don't even want to die, why do you ask me to tell you the trivial things in life? You think you are who?"

"But, what about you, Eternal King?" said the beauty whom Rie Katagiri called the Dimensional Demon, "You must not know Christine's true identity, right? In fact, you should have seen it a long time ago, those blue eyes The magic eye is a pair of magic eyes, right? Only ordinary people think she has European blood..."

"Okay, there's no need to keep making noise." I immediately interrupted the dimensional demon, and then looked at Rie Katagiri. "Teacher, after this matter is over, I hope you can give me an explanation."

"Of course...but we have to deal with this guy first." Rie Katagiri narrowed his eyes, watching the dimensional demon floating in the air. "However, be careful, you sub-student, don't be fooled by its appearance. It is not an ordinary life, but a demon who arrived here from a high dimension. It only has pure malice towards this world. No matter what it says, It's just fart. No matter what it looks like to you, it's just garbage--my eyes can see it's true form, which is a pile of rotten meat piled up in purple, pink and blue, It’s also disgusting to hear the voice.”

Chapter 24: Mordredian Negotiation

Relying on my own strength, I closed my eyes and used the dragon's senses to detect this dimensional demon.

But, just like the intuition presented before, I don't feel its existence at all.

Even though I could vaguely catch a breath of it, it felt extremely far away, as if I was in another world.

As for what it is... I can't feel it.

Therefore, the posture she presents now is as false as those shadow followers.

But that wasn't a pile of rotten meat.The emotions in the human heart will act on the senses of the demons in the dimension.

Leaving aside all my senses, what I feel is the reality of the devil in this dimension.

"...So that's how it is. The ones that appear here are dolls."

Saying that, I opened my eyes.

"Oh? You can actually notice it?" With the correction of cognition, the voice of the dimensional demon also changed.As if using a low-quality voice changer, it became muffled and mechanical. "As expected of the Eternal King, I'm not at the same level as a third-rate magician. Now, I'm afraid you already understand what my essence is, right?"

The phenomenon of high-dimensional reduction to low-dimensional does not exist.

No matter what region of the universe it is, whether it's on the ground or in water, things themselves have always been multidimensional.

The concept of high-dimensional creatures is just a division based on the senses of creatures.The ant is classified as a two-dimensional creature only because it has no sense of upper and lower organs.It exists in the world itself, and when seen by creatures with stereoscopic vision, it is indeed three-dimensional.

Combining the two points of "human emotions will interfere with its cognition" and "it itself claims to be a high-dimensional creature", it is very clear what its essence is - it is just a group of energy bodies with sentience, Possesses like a ghost.Then, using energy as the medium, like a mimetic octopus, it covered the surface with a layer of cognitive camouflage, and lied about being a dimensional demon.

"You don't need to ask me back, dimension devil." I said calmly. "It doesn't matter what your essence is. You yourself are just a servant, a tool. No matter how you exaggerate yourself, servants and tools are your irrefutable attributes-so, communication is not necessary, because you can't Allowed to reveal information. Time shouldn't be wasted on stuff like yours."

The Dimensional Demon didn't respond, it clenched its fists, seemed to be annoyed, seemed to be enduring.

This small movement just shows that it has emotions and can be understood by humans, and even its own thinking and logic are similar to humans, and it is even a parasitic existence on humans.

"Father, I apply to fight."

Mordred walked from behind me to my side.

She has a serious face, there is no frivolity in her eyes, and she is in a good combat state.

Still, I'm a little unsure about her status.

"Can the sword work?"

"Give it back to mother, just like your father. However, fists are enough to deal with this kind of thing."

"That's it..." I thought for a while, and quickly gave an order: "Sir Mordred is allowed to participate in the battle. Magic power and armor are allowed to be used. Do not damage the ground, do not destroy buildings, and do not hurt our members. Pay attention , the opponent is an energy creature attached to the puppet. Physical means may not be effective. It takes a lot of magic to destroy its overall structure in order to collapse its circulatory system. Before a large-scale explosion occurs, you must not think that you have knocked down other side."

"Understood, father!"

With a bang, a scarlet lightning struck Mordred from the sky.

In just such a moment, the magic dragon armor based on gray and decorated with scarlet appeared on her body.

She moved her finger joints and walked step by step towards the dimensional demon in mid-air.

"Dimensional devil, right? Let me see what you are capable of!"

"Huh!" It could barely be called a "hum", and the dimensional demon floated higher in the sky. "I'm sorry, Mordred Pendragon. Your opponent is not me, but..."

A crack was torn open in the space, and a dull-faced figure walked out of the dark crack.

That human figure is clearly another me - the same pale golden curly hair, the same golden eyes, the same height, and the same slenderness.The only two differences were the dress-like patch skirt armor, and the holy sword that was just dyed black casually.

After all, a doll is a doll, and the details are almost exactly the same as mine.Even, maybe I'm too calm at ordinary times, there is an illusion that such dull eyes match me very well, as if I should be like this in the eyes of others.

Sure enough, Mordred was confused, and she froze in place, unable to believe her eyes.

This dimensional demon is really vicious to the extreme, and he even tried to bring Mordred back to that day in Kamlan.

I have to use a very cold, very firm tone to remind my children: "Mordred, she is not me, just a replica doll. Trust your instincts, I will not repeat it again. If you feel like doing If not, stop the battle immediately, return to my side, and let me continue the battle."

Mordred snorted softly.

No... no, she was laughing.There was no joy in the laughter, only mockery.

There was a fire burning in her heart, a flame of extreme anger, as if she was about to explode.

Like her mood, Mordred's voice became extremely calm, extremely contemptuous, like a true Briton.

"It seems that you, a demon, are not very good at intelligence? You only know our names, general attributes and abilities, but you don't know what we have experienced at all... It's really fake, this puppet. Fake Can't be fake anymore..."

After a pause, Mordred's voice became vicious: "Surely you don't know? In Albion, insultingly imitating the image of the king is an unforgivable felony. According to the third version of the law, you must first Sentenced to death, and then the corpse was reassembled, soaked in lime, and made into stone blocks, which were used as building materials. However, I will not bother you so much, just smash you into pieces... Then from this fake father King, let's begin!"

Mordred turned into a bolt of lightning, and when the doll didn't react, he kicked the doll's calf knee, trying to trip it.But the puppet does steal the power of the heroic spirit, and the base is quite stable.Instead, Mordred entered the attack range because of his aggressiveness.

The pitch-black holy sword stabbed at Mordred immediately.But Mordred grabbed it with his hand, and the dragon-claw-like gauntlet ignored the sharpness of the holy sword, and held the whole sword in his hand—it was just a specious shell after all. If it was really the holy sword, Mordred would be more or less shed some blood.

At this moment, the puppet exerted all its strength, and the dark red magic power covered the sword, burning like a flame-it looked dark, but the puppet's ability was stolen from the seat of heroes, and its nature was still a dark light , not the darkness like me and Vortigern.And Mordred also released magic power, and the dark red thunder fought against the black light, seemingly with ease.

"The nature of your magic power... is really bad enough to imitate." Mordred even had the heart to comment. "Trying to simulate darkness with light? Funny, really funny!"

At this moment, I suddenly had an urge to tell me that the real King Arthur is like this. Even if it is reversed and polluted, its nature is still light, but it looks black.Because the nature of Uther is light, King Arthur is undoubtedly Uther's child.Only my kind of evil seed created with Vortigern as the prototype is the complete darkness and condensed curse.

But I endured it, and I endured it with great difficulty—after all, Mordred could actually tell such a small difference by himself.

During the battle, Mordred tightly grasped the doll's black holy sword.She even let go of her left hand. The puppet tried its best with both hands, but it still couldn't break free.

"The strength is also quite weak, let alone the father, it is no match for the petty genuine products." Mordred continued to comment. "Using the words of my father, it is 'full of compromises'. There is nothing outstanding, just pretending to be someone else, it is almost the same as a play performed by a puppet...It is really bad!"

As he spoke, Mordred jerked the doll's legs.Because all the strength was hit on the arms and upper body, the doll instantly lost its balance and fell to the ground.Then, Mordred roughly stepped on the doll's breastplate with his right foot, and continued to control the black holy sword with his right hand.Then, she bent down and immediately pinched the doll's neck with her left hand...

"Bah!"

The puppet's neck broke instantly, and Mordred rested his head on his left hand, like holding a melon bought from a supermarket.At the same time, there are two arms of the puppet, which is simply the standard form of Albion's punishment-beheading after cutting off both arms.