Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 610 Search, influence

After spending 2 minutes thinking, Du Mao Wang was sure that he had difficulty naming his name.

So, she used the simplest and crudest method to name her new power-organic synthesis.

"The power of the holy dragon!"

The power of the red dragon, which has a sacred nature, is referred to as the power of the holy dragon. The girl is very satisfied with this name. The name is secondary to everything. The improvement of strength makes her feel happy.

[The naming was successful. 】

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Name: Kate Reinhardt (Artoria Pendragon)
Age: 15(?)

Bloodline: The main world, Hisaya people (including the blood of the red dragon)
Energy attributes: the power of the holy dragon, the light of the soul.

Strength: Main world, middle level [-] (master level).

Weapons: Holy Sword Excalibur (exquisite masterpiece-level force weapon), Wind King Barrier (permanent solidified rune), pseudo-Avalon (special contract item).

Abilities: Sword Master (Intermediate), Spear Master (Intermediate), Intuition (Advanced), Riding (Intermediate).

Strength evaluation: the peak of the master level, and began to build the prototype of the field.

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After checking the panel, Artoria closed "Divine Grace".

Feeling not sleepy, she took out another swordsmanship cheat book to ponder her insights.

Ren bought three sword manuals for her at the auction last time. During this period of time, she studied hard and gained a lot. I believe that her "sword master" ability will break through from intermediate to advanced in the near future.

It's not that the cheats are so magical, but that she is already on the verge of breaking through.

According to Ren, her swordsmanship foundation is very solid, she has rich practical experience, and has no shortcomings.

The only bad thing is the lack of some powerful moves.

So much so that although she is superb in swordsmanship, she still lacks a sense of oppression in hand-to-hand combat. It seems that any servant can fight her back and forth.

Well, she admitted that there was some truth to what he said.

Arturia is confident that after a while, without considering the Noble Phantasm, she will be able to suppress her with swordsmanship in hand-to-hand combat against her former self.

This is progress, the gradual strengthening of one's own strength.

As Ryan said, no matter how powerful her original treasure was, it could not give her the power to save her hometown.

And she keeps getting stronger, and one day, the power of her level A can surpass the light cannon she released with all her strength before, and even break Avalon's defense...

[The No. 1 favored person starts the dungeon mission in advance, do you want to participate? 】

This prompt sound appeared for the second time, causing Artoria to get into a tangle.

According to Ren, participating in the dungeon mission is the fastest way to become stronger. As long as you don't die, the mission is completed beautifully.

However, she had inquired about the system. This was a dungeon mission initiated by Renn. If she participated in it, it would cause some special changes in the mission.

And this kind of change often means that the difficulty increases and the danger increases...

After a long time of no response, the system's dialog box disappeared from the mind of Dumao Wang.

She knew that there would be another reminder in a few days, and if she didn't make a decision by then, it would be considered as giving up.

.........

miso miso ~
There was a quick, rhythmic sound of footsteps on the stairs.

More than a dozen serious-looking Deacons of the 7th Bureau, armed with force guns, broke into a somewhat dilapidated building, and Cowboy Garcia reluctantly mixed in.

The group of them stopped in front of Room 304 on the third floor, and Princess Sophie immediately gave the cowboy a wink.

Boom boom boom!
Looking at the somewhat old wooden door, the cowboy bravely stepped forward and knocked.

After coming down several times, there was no response. Cowboy Garcia took a step back, and Director Jones immediately pulled out the silver cross sword.

sigh~
The [Silver Rose Knight] at the peak of Tier [-] made a decisive move, and a bright sword light pierced through the wooden door, saw dust flying, and the wooden door suddenly cracked!
boom!
Director Jones raised his leg again and kicked the door panel hard. With a loud bang, a group of deacons rushed into the room shrouded in darkness with their guns in hand.

"What about people?"

Cowboy Garcia held a gun in one hand and a glass tube lamp powered by force crystals in the other, and searched around with everyone.

The living room was lifeless, with an ominous tinge.

Finding nothing, everyone came to the only locked bedroom door.

Holding his breath, the long silver sword in Director Jones's hand was glowing bright and cold. There was a clang, sparks shot out, and the sharp sword light cut off the door lock!
"careful!"

The bedroom door was opened, and a piercing cold air rushed in.

A layer of snow-white frost condensed on the floor in an instant, and unknown screams sounded, as if a group of ghosts were howling in the dark, and groups of strange black shadows flew out of the bedroom quickly, and rushed towards everyone!

Before the sticky black shadow approached, everyone could smell a pungent and strange stench.

Bang bang bang!
Cowboy Garcia's pupils constricted, and the shooter's instinct made him aim at the shadow and start shooting.

The original force guns roared, and the silver-plated demon hunting bullets engraved with sacred texts flashed like silver arcs, and all the bullets hit the target accurately, and the blood of minced meat shot out immediately!

Many deacons also shot, and there was a burst of gunfire all of a sudden.

The demon hunting bullets swept across, and blood spattered in strings!
Sawdust was flying on the furniture, the walls were also pitted, and dust shot out, and the shadows were quickly wiped out.

Cowboy Garcia looked down and saw a huge black bat with a face like a pig lying in a pool of blood. They were covered in cold air, and their mouths were full of sharp teeth, which made people daunting.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a bone-piercing cold wind seemed to come from Jiuyou. The cold wind blew across the living room, and countless flickering ice thorns shot out from the bedroom!

"what!!"

A deacon near the bedroom immediately screamed.

His body was as fragile as tofu, and hundreds of ice shuttles pierced his body, shooting him into a hedgehog!
His flesh and skin were covered with dense wounds, but the bewitching blood froze on the surface of his body, forming a creepy ice sculpture of bloody death!
It can be called the art of killing, this vicious trap, even if a master is not careful, he may not be able to get out of it.

The cold light was dotted, and the dense ice thorns drew an arc of death.

Just when these ice thorns were about to sweep away everyone, Princess Sophie raised her eyebrows, and a cloud of purple-black smoke rose from Ruyu's palm.

"Black sea flowers bloom!"

The mist condensed into a rose and was thrown by her. The purple-black rose instantly expanded in the air and spun at a high speed. Like a black hole whirlpool, it sucked the dense ice thorns and devoured them all!

After deciphering this ultimate move, the bedroom returned to calm.

However, the dark environment inside the bedroom door was like the mouth of a giant beast devouring life.

Not far from the door, Director Jones took a breath, showed a warm smile on his face, and extended his hand to the cowboy to invite:

"Mr. Garcia, you're welcome, please come in!"

"Director Jones, you should invite me first!"

Cowboy Garcia was sweating coldly on his forehead, shaking his head desperately, and refused to go in as cannon fodder for the wayfinding.

The two shirked each other, hoping that the other would explore the way.

boom!
Princess Sophie became a little impatient, she raised a long and round beautiful leg, and kicked the cowboy's ass.

"Ah, this is murder! The boss will avenge me. If I die, there will be tens of thousands of me!"

Cowboy Garcia yelled and entered the bedroom with a tragic face.

Not long after, he uttered a few more screams, as if frightened. The people in the 7th game looked at each other, and then heard his trembling voice.

"An... safe!"

"Garcia, what's the situation inside?" Director Jones asked.

"Small scene, don't even mention it, the room is quite cozy, you all come in quickly, I'm a little hungry, we have to go home for supper after searching."

Cowboy Garcia's voice becomes very warm and joyful.

Believe in you!

The deacons looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a while they approached with a few glass tube lamps in their hands.

Before entering the door, everyone smelled a strong smell of blood, as if they had come to a slaughterhouse. After seeing the hell-like horror inside, many young deacons turned pale and almost vomited.

The walls, furniture, seats, quilts and other items in the room were all dark red, which was dried blood.

On the bed, there was also a pile of ice cubes of different sizes, inside which were frozen intestines, heart, lungs, brain... all kinds of human organs and flesh and blood.

There are three humanoid ice sculptures against the wall.

A middle-aged woman and two teenagers, all smiling, "lifelike", except that there are blood lines on the skin, which are traces of stitches.

There was still some white unidentified liquid remaining on the ice that had frozen the two teenagers.

It was on the ice, not on the body inside the ice.

It is not difficult to imagine what the killer code-named "Han Feng" did to his family by pretending to be the postman, and how psychotic he is.

"vomit~"

A relatively young deacon couldn't help retching, and the faces of the others were also very ugly.

Cowboy Garcia was even colder. If Ren was killed by Han Feng, his fate would not be so good.

"Close the team and send someone to clean it up tomorrow."

A trace of killing intent flashed in Sophie's black eyes, and she calmed down instantly.

.........

The next day.

The golden morning light covers the sky, and the long sea of ​​clouds is rippling in the blue sky.

The temperature seemed to be a little colder than usual, and a layer of hoarfrost had condensed on the flowers, plants, branches and leaves on the green area of ​​the villa courtyard.

"...That's the way it is. The people in the 7th game are very busy recently and can't help us too much."

In the living room, Jean Garcia reports to his boss.

"Really, I was a little scared after hearing your description."

Ren, who had just returned from the gentle town of Valkyrie, stretched his waist.

He took out a diamond-shaped crystal from the storage ring. The surface of the crystal has complex vein patterns, flowing red like blood. He also took out a force gun and handed them to Cowboy Garcia.

"This is the blood core of Earl Gordon, and my previous gun."

"This……"

The cowboy took the two precious things, and just about to say something, Ren immediately raised his hand to stop him, and ordered:

"Garcia, you take Beatrice and the other servants in the villa, and live in the building of the 7th Bureau. You will come back after you are promoted to the third rank. As for Beatrice and the others, wait until I dismember 'Cold Peak'. After ten thousand paragraphs, come back."

Princess Sophie said that the second shock was about to reach its peak, and there was not much power left in the 7th round to search for the killer.
However, it is still possible to shelter his men and servants.

"But……"

Holding the blood core and the force gun, the cowboy Garcia was a little moved.

Ren just patted him on the shoulder, interrupted his words, and then said earnestly: "I have seen your performance during this period, it is very good..."

"Boss, I believe you can kill him!"

Hearing the words of encouragement contained in the boss's relief, Garcia's eyes turned red.

"No, no, please don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to comfort or appreciate you, what I mean is—to let you find a place to quickly advance to the third rank, and then come back to be cannon fodder.

Otherwise, you are so weak that you don't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder! "

Garcia: "..."

Touch your sister!

Although the boss's words were a bit heart-wrenching, Cowboy Garcia knew it was for his own good.

He acted very quickly. After half an hour, he left the villa with the maid Beatrice, the cook, several guards and the gardener, and went straight to the office building of Bureau 7.

In such a huge villa, only Ren was left alone.

bell bell~
Several strings of purple wind chimes sway in the cool wind.

Ren was sitting in the deserted living room, with star-like light spots vibrating in his body and flickering outside him, and his sharp-edged face was reflected on the glass table.

His blue pupils were stained with pitch black, and his black hair gradually turned white...

The magic knife was placed on the table, and the blade was shining with brilliant blue stars.

The sword of vowing victory, the indestructible lake light, the lock of the sky, the red rose that destroys demons, the sword of deviation, the distant tyranny of tyranny... every piece of treasure, the phantom of weapons surrounds the demon in the galaxy that haunts him The knife is looming...

Han Feng, a family of ghouls, a strong enemy made his blood gradually boil.

"This feeling is really intoxicating."

.........

White Sands Barracks.

Under the scorching sun, the students were shooting targets on the shooting range.

King Dumao took a deep breath, held the white gun "Moon Ring", one of the black and white twin flowers, and aimed at the bull's-eye 200 meters away, his green eyes narrowed slightly.

After slightly adjusting the angle, she decisively pulled the trigger.

boom!
The armor-piercing projectile whizzed by in an instant, there was a loud sound, the air wave surged, the target trembled slightly, and a hole appeared in the center of the red heart!
"Yeah, 10 rings again! 9 in a row, Kate, you are too good."

Misha, the roommate of King Dumao, clenched his small fist and waved it vigorously. The other students also showed admiration.

Obviously, she hadn't touched a gun much before, and after only a week of learning, Arturia's marksmanship has reached the level of an instructor, and an ordinary student can pass the test perfectly.

However, the girl didn't look too complacent. The gun in her hand was a "masterpiece" force gun, which was already excellent in performance.

Coupled with the fact that she is a fourth-order high-level extraordinary person, it is not an exaggeration to have such a performance.

Arturia walked aside.

On the side of the shooting range, the "weird man" Zolo, with a scorching heat wave, an unshaven beard, and a vicissitudes of life was wearing that worn gray leather jacket. With a cigarette in his mouth, he glanced at the students who were practicing shooting from time to time.

"Instructor Zolo, I hope you can teach me some more advanced shooting skills."

Walking to his side, Du Mao Wang sincerely asked for advice.

The strange man Zoro held the cigarette with his remaining left hand, stared at the fair and beautiful girl in front of him, and said with emotion:

"Originally, I didn't bother to talk to you, but you don't look like your cousin Ryan Ackerman at all."

"Has he offended you?"

"Strictly speaking, no, even if it wasn't for his scheme, I really couldn't kill that damn Marcello... He taught me a good lesson at that time.

However, my arm is the price I pay for eliminating harm for the people. "Zolo's expression was a bit self-deprecating.

"Do you regret killing harm for the people?"

"No, it's just that afterwards I deeply felt that my wisdom and ability were insufficient, and my overall view was extremely poor, and I was not as fast as others to escape.

When I just realized it, the ghouls couldn't see the taillights of Ren and Higg, so they could only vent their anger to me...

So I gave up my free life and joined the 7th game to study war theory, tactics and strategy hard to re-arm myself and find a backer by the way. "

The strange man Zolo said in a self-deprecating manner, shaking his head slightly.

"I admire you."

Artoria said very sincerely, just telling the truth, and didn't mean to flatter her at all.

She knew he was a hero, a real hero!

Perhaps it is the effect of the "spiritual light" in her body, she even feels, sees, and condenses in Zolo, all kinds of beliefs such as integrity, protection, chivalry, and uprightness.

Intense conviction is almost as substantial as it is shocking.

This person, he has been fighting for the justice and belief in his heart.

20 years of no complaints, no regrets, steadfastness, slander, misunderstanding, injury, fatigue... none of these can break him.

Even Artoria is respectful.

Zolo has been constantly smeared and smeared by his arch-rival Marcello and the Skeleton Gang.

Stranger didn't know how strange his behavior was...but except for the first few years, for nearly 20 years since then, he has never been regarded as a hero by the residents of the plains.

But when they are hurt by others, he is the only one who will rush out to protect them first and do his best.

"Girl, since you want to learn, come with me."

Throwing away the extinguished cigarette butt, the strange man Zolo took a deep look at Artoria, then turned and walked away.

Maybe the girl in front of her didn't realize that she had a potential.

With a hint of expectation in his eyes, King Dumao immediately followed. At this time, she hadn't realized what impact this study would have on her.

(End of this chapter)