Artoria the Big Liar

"good very good……"

The projected holy sword slashed across the body of the calamity sword, and was finally blocked by the sturdy gauntlet.

With the force of both arms, the projection holy sword twisted immediately and was completely locked by me.

However, the Calamity Demon Sword swung freely. It was as straight as an awl, but as nimble as a poisonous snake. It instantly cut to the oil guy's neck, separating the head from the body like cutting tofu.

However, there was no engine oil gushing out, and there was no crackling short-circuit sound. The monk's body just trembled violently like the projection, and then teleported five meters away.The holy sword in its hand disappeared in an instant, and turned back into a staff made of alloy, and the cloak showed no trace of being cut.This phenomenon is more like "reset" than "repaired".

I put down my sword, squinted my eyes, and stared at this half-human, half-mechanical Mechanicus cultivator.

In those eyes covered by lenses, I felt "fear" - "fear of death".

"I must emphasize, King of Eternity. I have no ill intentions towards you!" The mechatronic voice was visibly flustered. "Because of the incomplete authority and the high conceptual complexity, I can't describe my identity to you in words. I can only ask you to understand in a tactful way! This is not a provocation to you. It's the only option I have within my purview... I don't ask you to believe, nor do I ask you to understand. I'm just stating the facts about me to you!"

I relaxed a little, and tilted my head slightly, but my eyes were still locked on the cultivator Mechanicus.

Because of the dream I had this morning, I was in a very bad mood, not a normal one, and I didn't understand why it was so bad—so, I am very impatient now, so that my words are not as polite as before.

"In my past life, I rarely answered questions except from people I trusted."

"I know. I understand. I was just answering your question itself..." After a moment of panic, the monk tried to save the situation: "Well, you will treat me as an artificial intelligence with only basic logical performance, without divergence and thinking The ability can only respond based on keywords and databases. Therefore, please do not get angry because of my rude and offensive words... In any case, the only thing I can assure you is one thing. Neither the Witch nor Sir Mordred has any malice."

So, it's time for me to ask questions.

After a moment of hesitation, I made my first question.

"...Why do you call me the Eternal King?"

"All King Arthur signed a contract with a higher being. Either the world consciousness, or the human consciousness. But you are different. The object of your contract is yourself—in other words, it is what you think is the power of prophecy 'The 'will'. This is what distinguishes you from all Arthurs. Therefore, you are the only being who can be called the 'Eternal King'."

"Vow force? Is it the Buddhist one?"

"Yes."

The monk answered very simply, but did not explain further, indicating that the authority is not enough.

My brows frowned even deeper—Buddhist concepts are generally difficult to understand, and often only lay Buddhists or monks who have practiced Buddhism for a long time can explain the meaning clearly to ordinary people.Unfortunately, the most basic forces in the Buddhist universe, such as "will" and "karma", are difficult to express clearly in words, and I don't understand them at all.

"Then what are you doing here today? Just to chat with me?"

"it's not true……"

The monk paused and looked behind him.

Several spatial rifts appeared out of thin air, and several doll servants covered in black mist got out of them.

This time the number was even larger, with a total of 14 people, who wielded various weapons according to their ranks in the Holy Grail War.

"It seems that our conversation will be interrupted." I said coldly.

"That, Arthur..."

I turned around and looked at the source of the voice—that is, the witch.

She had drawn her sword and banner.The sword is a one-handed rapier, an early version of the swift sword, and the guard is not fully covered, but a traditional cross guard.The flag is still the same as before, with the crest of the evil dragon depicted in a curved line.

"What's the matter?" My voice immediately softened a lot, and there was even a smile on my face - this is not a face change, but a real smile from the heart.

"Leave these trash fish to me? How about just trying my flag, okay?"

"...You want to fight? Fighting is very dangerous. Your sword skills and pace are not good enough. I don't want you to make mistakes."

"It's the flying dragon I summoned to fight, I'll just watch over here... Is it okay?"

Looking at the expectant eyes of the witch, I really have no reason to refuse.

"Be careful not to be too distracted, it's not a good feeling to be hit by Ruya."

"Don't worry, Arthur, aren't you by my side?"

Smiling, the witch closed her eyes.

There was no wind in the air, but the evil dragon flag was flying by itself.

Then, seven pitch-black flying dragons descended from the sky to the ground in an instant like meteorites hitting the ground.

They are quite large, at least two meters high at the shoulder and about 15 meters long.They are covered in black mist, their golden eyes are burning like flames, and their thick and thick scales not only do not reflect light, but absorb light, so that they are pure black.The huge wings make it crawl on the ground like a bat, with its yellow teeth exposed, dripping condensed darkness, corroding the ground.

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Chapter 31: The Philosopher King of Dystopia (4K7)

The witch's dragon flag waved lightly, and huge flying dragons soared into the air, hovering in the air, casting huge shadows on the ground.

The two archers fully drew the bowstring, and the pitch-black arrow flew out at a high speed, hitting the dragon's heart directly.

However, only two crisp "ding" sounds were heard, and the bow and arrow were bounced off the dragon scales, just like ordinary arrows hitting bulletproof glass, not to mention damage, not even scratches were left on the scales.

The two archers fired again, this time aiming at the wings of the same wyvern.

The dragon's wings are not protected by scales, and they look very thin, even blood vessels can be vaguely seen from bottom to top.

But this attack is still ineffective, it is no different from hitting the dragon scale, except for slightly deforming the flying dragon's flying posture in the air, and almost colliding with the flying dragon beside it, it has no effect.

At this moment, the magic chants of the two warlocks finished.

The flames exploded on the flying dragon, and the ice formed a spear to stab it.

The slow flying dragon did not dodge or dodge, and the flames and frost did not hurt it at all.

It seems to be the screen in the game. Due to the limitation of the engine, it is impossible to show the appearance of the monster being injured. It can only show the hit or failure with the blood bar and numbers. There is no stiffness, which fools the audience and players.

However, in reality, there is no such thing as a blood bar. When a person is hit by a bullet, he will immediately lose his combat power and scream in pain, instead of a blood bar that is covered with blood and is still alive and kicking.The same is true for these flying dragons. Their bodies are covered with an invisible layer of protection. Not only do they have super strong "anti-magic power", but they also block ordinary attacks.

It's almost like...【*

"...The power of space? And the magic of darkness?"

I muttered to myself, analyzing these extraordinary flying dragons.

The witch didn't explain.Instead, it was the mechanical cultivator who explained.

He uses mechanical and electronic voices, and talks like a staff member, jester, and commentator.

"The magic power of the Dragon Witch is provided by you. The flying dragons she summons are naturally contaminated with your attributes. You see, her current banner is slightly different from the one I know. The dragon on that banner should have It's the Nordic Fafnir. But now, that's exactly what you look like..."

After a pause, he continued: "You are the great, eternal king. A true king not only rules a prosperous country, but also changes his subjects. And everything you have done has surpassed the limit of the meaning of the word king, It has reached the level of the philosopher king, making the country and its subjects present an ultimate order like a dystopia."

Following the monk's words, the flying dragons launched a counterattack.

They flew over the ground at a height of 20 meters, and the boiling black mist spit out from their mouths, like seven bombers carrying out carpet bombing on the ground.

Wherever it passes, everything is corroded, which is exactly the same as my magic power, and its performance is exactly the same as being poured with concentrated sulfuric acid, exuding a pungent smell, whether it is metal, flesh or inorganic matter, all are corroded to the point of failure shape.

The five shadow followers who couldn't dodge disappeared in an instant, leaving only the severely corroded puppet.

Then, they made a circle, like an eagle fighting a rabbit, grabbing and tearing those shadow followers with their claws.The shadows tried to fight back, but their weapons were useless, shredded by claws or gnawed by fangs.

While listening to the monk's words, I enjoyed the scene of the flying dragon preying, and my mood became happier—but this good mood was completely destroyed by a certain word in the monk's last sentence.

"The word dystopia makes me sick."

"Because the country that the philosopher king is suitable for is utopia, not dystopia. The split between reality and ideal has caused a split in your spirit. Therefore, your cognition is divided into two parts, one is to have your own happiness One is a philosopher king who must plunder other people's happiness to maintain the existence of the country and order. Reflecting the reality, you finally gave up the identity of the philosopher king and the dystopia that is too distorted in your opinion, and would rather come back as a An ordinary man."

"What do you want to say? Do you provide psychological counseling for me, a high school student?"

I squinted my eyes and stared at this monk with an extremely bad tone, and the boredom in my heart was about to reach its peak.

Noticing the change in my attitude, the monk immediately humbled himself.

"I'm just answering your doubts, Eternal King."

At this time, there were only four shadow followers remaining, including two assassins.

But this kind of stubborn resistance is as stupid and pointless as a rout trying to attack a chariot with a pistol.It's just because the size of the flying dragon is too large, and its movements are relatively slow, so it's not very fast ['

I took a breath, trying to calm myself down so I wouldn't be so disgusted by the word "dystopia."

After calming down a little, I continued to ask this disgusting oil guy.

"What is that dimensional demon?"

"The dimensional demon does not refer to the existence itself, but the master who controls it."

I just said this one sentence again, and I didn't say the rest-I felt like I was wasting my time.

If it's just a waste of time, it's fine. After becoming a student, I have plenty of time.However, after being worn out again and again, and having to endure the evaluation of this thing as "dystopia", I was so disgusted that I was about to throw up.

If it weren't for the witch by my side, I would really have to slice this blunt thing into thin slices, or dismantle the head and kick it as a ball. Only in this way can I ease my mood—to describe my country Dystopia?Even the Lombard kings who occupy the city of Rome dare not say that!How dare it?And pretending to be disgustingly rational!

At this point, the battle is over.Because the witch intervened in the battle at the end, the burning stake pierced through the assassin's shadow follower's body, and then the flames burned, burning the body dolls to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

Fortunately, the witch is by my side.As long as she's around, my mood won't get too bad.

"How is it, Arthur? Am I very good now?" She came to me with a happy smile, her head raised high, and she claimed credit for me. "These are fourteen shadow followers! I solved it so easily, did I perform well?"

"It's really good. Although it's not at the level of the Knights of the Round Table, it's almost too much."

"Huh? Not at the level of the Knights of the Round Table? Really?" She pouted, seemingly dissatisfied.

I stretched out my hand and pinched her cheek, and the haze in my heart was swept away in an instant, and there was a smile on her face.

"What! Am I wrong! Such a powerful flying dragon, even the Knights of the Round Table can't easily deal with it! I can summon seven of them in one go! That's seven!"

In fact, any Knight of the Round Table can easily deal with these dragons.If you can't even do this, you are not worthy of entering the round table at all.

Of course, I am not a guy who doesn't understand style.I still know what to say at this time.

"Remember what I said before? No matter how strong your ability is, once you get into close combat without the ability to counter it, you will easily lose. This is also the weakest of the seven classes in the Holy Grail War. The reason. There are indeed warlocks who are good at melee combat like Merlin and Morgan, but they are very few of them after all."

"Tsk... It seems that I really want to learn swordsmanship."

"Remember what Mordred said when we met for the first time? Your physical foundation is very good, the only thing you lack is skill. As long as you practice a lot of swordsmanship, it is not difficult to reach the level of the Knights of the Round Table—or learn riding and spears You can also do it. Just add some length and your flag can be used as a lance."

After hearing what I said, the witch rolled her eyes, with a look of disgust on her face: "...Forget about spear skills. If it is covered with blood, the flag will not look good, and it will be fishy and smelly. It will have to be cleaned several times before I'm done. don't want!"

At this moment, seven flying dragons surrounded him.They are crawling, their wings are pressed under their bodies, their heads are lowered, and their tails are gently wagging from time to time. They are as quiet and obedient as a group of big cats with their hands in their hands, bored because they have nothing to do.

The witch neither appeased nor gave rewards. Instead, she was like the leader of a group of cats, and proudly said to the flying dragons: "Okay, okay, your work is done, go back! Next time there is something interesting, I will call Yours!"

Immediately afterwards, seven flying dragons soared into the sky, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the sky.

I stared at the monk, and so did the witch, waiting for him to answer my previous question.

"About Dimensional Demons...I'm sorry, all I can say is that sentence..." The monk's projection shook violently again, and his whole body was covered with signal interference noise.It said anxiously: "King of Eternity, there is not much time this time, and I can answer one question."

"Who is your master?"

"...a sun. A black sun, but it emits warmth and light. This is my master."

After speaking, the monk's figure shook violently again, as if turning off an old CRT monitor, it disappeared completely with a snap.

"What an inexplicable guy." The witch commented.

"Let's go back first. Go back to the house, and we can leave from the other world."

Then, the witch habitually took my left arm.Although I still held the sword in my right arm, my steps relaxed a lot.

Open the door and come to the living room.Pedestrians finally appeared in the scenery outside the window, and the roar of car engines was also heard endlessly.Everything returned to normal, and the witch and I left from another world and returned to reality.

The witch went to the refrigerator in the kitchen to find a can of Coke, opened it, took a big gulp, then sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, her left hand on my shoulder, regardless of the fact that I was doing business with my laptop , I continued to watch "The Fifth Element", which I hadn't finished watching before, with a complacent, casual, and extremely relaxed expression.

After all, it wasn't her who did the work, but the flying dragon she summoned, and it also helped in the final solution to the assassin.

"...So, Arthur, who was that guy just now?"

"I don't know. But, he is indeed a friendly force."

"That kind of thing that transforms itself into a half-human, half-machine, can also be a friendly strength?"

"Well, because, I'm [-]% sure to confirm who his master is."

"who is it?"

Although it is an immature guess, my intuition tells me that this guess is true.

As bizarre as it sounds, it's still true, and it's what happened.

"...It's me. Or rather, myself at some point in the future."

The black sun exudes light and warmth—this is what Merlin once said to me.