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At the same time, above [Universal Wall], in a certain dark little room.

The woman's alluring figure could be vaguely seen in the darkness. She sat quietly, stirring the thick, blood-colored liquid in her glass with the cup in hand. In the endless darkness, only the woman's eyes shone with a terrifying dark red light.

Outside the window, hundreds of thousands of feet above the ground, below the [GrandStorm]. The photon storm engulfed the entire earth, crackling and roaring in the sky, as if the violent natural power had a human nature and was roaring in anger. All sorts of anti-gravitational engines could only drive a ship to see the Great Storm's lightning when they got so close. But it was too late for them to see this strange astronomical phenomenon — ships would be swept up in the Great Storm and torn to pieces by thousands of blade-sharp photons.

This was the only place in the world that could safely observe Great Storm.

The woman enjoyed her privilege and stared coldly at the scenery outside the window of the small room. To her, this hellish scenery was like the beautiful scenery of heaven. She longed for the destruction of the world more than anyone else. She longed to see the entire world being torn, gnawed, and shattered into pieces by the torrential currents that were like Great Storm s.

Her wish was about to come true.

A figure walked into the room with small, almost soundless steps. His movements were so gentle, it was as if he was afraid that if he made too much noise, it would disturb the Queen's mood. He knelt in front of the queen's throne and whispered, "Melty seems to have failed." There was no way to trace her life. "

"Is that so?" Forget it, he did not have much expectations for the semi-finished product anyway. the woman's voice answered.

"Your Majesty, who should we send next? the man asked.

"Let Beltrich play with him." "Have a good time, my dear brother Arthur." "

One month later. The Mechanical Warehouse of the Northernmost Knight Organization.

Werewolf Boy slashed his sword towards Lancelot's throat.

However, Lancelot simply moved backwards, dodging before the wooden sword hit his throat. The tip of the sword swept less than an inch away from his throat, leaving a whooshing sound.

At the same time, Lancelot had already raised his palm and lightly touched it. His palm perfectly struck Bedivere's right wrist, causing Werewolf Boy to feel a numbing sensation on his wrist. The sword flew out of his hand, flew in a few circles in the air and landed on the stone floor of the warehouse. The wood and stone collided, producing a deep, muffled sound.

Before Bedivere could react, Lancelot's other hand had already slapped Werewolf Boy's chest, sending him flying out. Seemingly it was done intentionally, with this palm strike, Werewolf Boy flew more than ten meters away, and fell beside his own wooden sword.

"No, again." Lancelot shouted sternly.

"Damn it!" At the same time, he picked up the wooden sword on the ground and slashed towards Lancelot.

However, Lancelot lightly blocked with his left hand, deflecting Bedivere's attack. Then, the blade in his right hand took the opportunity to descend, slashing onto Orc Teenager's shoulder, knocking Bedivere onto the ground.

This time, Werewolf Boy ruthlessly smashed his head on the ground. He was dazzled for a moment, and felt like his nose was about to be smashed.

There were too many extra movements in the attack. The time between the beginning of the attack and the beginning of the attack was too long. If you hesitate, your opponent can easily predict the trajectory of your attack, and then you will die. Lancelot reprimanded her harshly.

"But, but." Bedivere, who was still covered in golden stars, tried to get up.

"Don't worry about me. Take me as your enemy and attack with all your strength." Lancelot helped Werewolf Boy up. "Don't think that I can't beat you to the ground with my bare hands." "

Bedivere took a step back, he was ready to attack, he took a deep breath, raised his wooden sword and attacked again.

Lancelot dodged lightly. With the support of his palm, a dull thud was heard, and the wooden sword in Werewolf Boy's hand flew out once again. At the same time, Werewolf Boy's throat received a blow from a knife, and fell to the ground in pain.

Wu …" Cough, cough, cough, cough! "Bedivere almost suffocated. He had never thought that Lancelot's blade could be this heavy! His vision blurred for almost a minute before he managed to catch his breath.

"Well, you've died six hundred and twenty-five times today." That's all for today's training. Lancelot shook his head. Werewolf Boy still had a long way to go.

Werewolf Boy coughed as he got up. "It's been a month, but I still can't find a single hair on Lancelot's head."

"To be honest, you will never be able to move as nimbly as Arthur. However, don't be discouraged. Beastmen have good endurance and a tough body. As long as you take care to avoid damaging your vital parts in battle, you don't need to care about a little scratch at all. Lancelot explained, "This is the battle tactic that all the Knights envied: Rather than thinking about how to kill the enemy efficiently, it is better to think about how to survive." Only by living could he make a comeback. "

"But I think I can help Arthur." If I have to drag you down, you might as well not have me as a follower. Bedivere said in dissatisfaction.

In an instant, a shadow flashed across Werewolf Boy's mind. The tall figure of the White Bear Man gradually left the Werewolf Boy, charging into the fiery battlefield.

(Sorry, brother …)

You can only blame me for being too useless.

(The kind of memories that can only be protected by others, but can't be helped by others, don't want to add on.)

"Humph, don't worry, young man." His beautiful, deep blue eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. "You just need to stay by his side and you will be helping him." If it was just that guy alone, he would just keep charging forward, anxious to jump into the fire pit. Your function is to let him calm down from time to time and stop doing stupid things. "

Your function is to drag him down with you so that the powerful and weak monster won't be in a hurry to die. Lancelot muttered in his heart.

"Yes, yes?" Bedivere could vaguely understand something, but he was unable to say it out loud. He looked at Lancelot who was gradually distancing himself from the Mechanical Warehouse, and seeing that his master was no longer teaching him, he could only sigh.