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King Arthur has two swords, the Sword in the Stone that represents power and made him king, and the Broken Steel Sword that Merlin borrowed for him from the Lady in the Lake.

At this time, the scabbard on King Arthur's chest clearly read: Only the King of Britain can pull out the sword.

So, what kind of sword is this? The answer is self-evident.

"Isn't the Sword in the Stone broken?" Clark asked doubtfully.

"Pull it out and see if you can find out." Harley looked at the tomb-guarding poet with questioning eyes.

"This is King Arthur's burial object and cannot be tampered with." Thomas said seriously.

Harley thought for a moment, stretched out her right hand hidden in her large sleeve robe, and opened a small notebook to the poet, "See it? Senior FBI agent."

With a flip of his hand, the small notebook disappeared and was replaced by a palm-sized work permit, "I am also the chief director of the Advanced Super Human Joint Research Group (the official name of the Sky Eye Society)."

Harry retracted his hand, looked at the poet with a blank face, and said sternly: "I am currently investigating a time-honored criminal case involving the misappropriation of national treasures for private use.

Your master King Arthur is the biggest suspect.

Now the national treasure is here, and so are the people. It can be said that both the stolen goods and the stolen goods are obtained. You can remain silent, but your silence cannot stop me from inspecting the evidence.

Do you agree with this? "

——If you don’t agree, forget it and treat it as if I didn’t say anything.

"You are the British Advanced" the poet Thomas struggled, but still could not repeat the name of the Sky Eye Society.

"Are you the envoy of the King of Britain?" He changed his title.

"I am the envoy of the 'Term King' of Britain's father's country." Harry said.

Clark's expression twisted.

"What father's country?" The poet became more and more confused.

"Everyone has a father, and so does a country. Britain now has a good father, called the United States."

The poet was confused and said vaguely: "This sword has been reforged by the fairy in the lake. No one can use it, and you can't even touch it.

However, the king had said that whoever pulled it out was its owner - as the inscription on the blade stated. "

"Hey, didn't you tell me earlier? Wouldn't it be a waste of time for me to take out my documents and make up my reasons?"

Harley gently took the sword off the corpse's hand and held the hilt without moving.

God force field, open!

"Stab-" A stream of white light flashed on the cave walls and everyone's faces.

The sword's blade was as bright as new, and after the God's force field was cancelled, it bloomed with a hazy silver glow.

Harley felt for a moment that a strange power similar to the King of Hell's Seal was blessing her.

"It's really the sword of kingship!"

"Qiang——" The sword was sheathed, and Harley waved her hand to the stunned poet, "The deceased has passed away, and the national treasure has returned to its place. It is inconvenient for us to disturb the heroic spirit anymore, so we say goodbye."

As she said that, she walked quickly towards the passage at the other end of the tomb, took a few steps, triggered "quantum displacement", leaving an afterimage on the spot, and the person disappeared without a trace.

Originally, she didn't want to take away the dead man's relics. No matter how powerful the sword was, it couldn't be as powerful as Gabriel's bloody killing stick. She took out her ID and talked nonsense. She was just curious and wanted to try it out.

But since the owner has said that whoever pulled it out belongs to whom, she will not return it pretentiously.

Now with level 7 food defense expertise, you can eat artifacts to increase expertise experience!

How much experience can a sword in the stone increase?

Clark and Granny Yajia quickly followed.

"Hey -" the poet stretched out his hand to stop him, but his eyes were empty and he was the only one left.

"It actually came out. I have to notify Fairy Vivian."

Outside the tomb at the foot of the mountain, there is a giant holding an axe.

According to Grandma Yajia's introduction, the six-meter-tall giant will use riddles to block people who enter the cave. Only if you answer the riddle correctly can you enter. If you answer the riddle incorrectly, you will be beaten into pulp by a stick.

However, at this time, Harley was walking out from the inside rather than entering from the outside.

The giant's eyes widened and he wielded his giant axe. He was at a loss. "This is the entrance. Why did you come out from here? Do you want to block it? However, I only block those who enter, but they passed in front of me."

Leaving the tomb at the foot of the mountain, there is a misty wilderness.

Later, Harley also encountered "more than a dozen pages" of stories.

The entire wonderland is really like a storybook, with a path connecting the copies of the stories together, a story, and a small world.

Almost every story is famous and well-known.

For example, they met a hotel on the roadside in the wilderness. The owner was very enthusiastic and invited a few people to come in and have a rest.

The hotel has two beds, one long and one short. The big man sleeps on the small bed and cuts off his extra legs with an axe. The small man sleeps on the big bed and forcibly pulls his body to the same length as the bed.

This story is also very famous on Earth.

Harley gradually discovered the difference between fairy tales and dream legends.

The legends and stories in dreams are created out of nothing, and characters are born from legends; in the collection of fairy tales, real people and events first appear, and then evolve into absurd and fantastic stories as the characters and events spread.

The stories in Wonderland are all adapted from real events.

"Once upon a time, the earth was full of miraculous powers and magical creatures. I was a hybrid of a human wizard and a goblin, and I lived in the northern forests of Poland for more than 570 years!

Until the last thousand years, humans on earth have become more and more prosperous, but the magic environment has become increasingly bad. Many flower fairies, elves, and tree demons even died of exhaustion of power.

It was also at that time that the Fairy King Oberon and the Fairy Queen Titania opened the door to Fairyland and invited us to settle here. "Grandma Yajia sighed.

The last scene when you arrive at the front door of Wonderland is a river of blood smelling of sea salt.

The boundary of the blood sea is almost invisible, and the water flows rapidly in one direction. The white bones of giant beasts can be seen in the sea. It is unknown whether short humans are directly submerged under the water.

There is a legend about this sea of ​​blood in "The Ballad of Childe", a very "remote" story that Harry has never heard of.

On the other hand, Clark, worthy of being a journalist who studied liberal arts, actually recited poems from several ballads on the spot.

"This sea of ​​blood symbolizes the mother's womb, and the process of crossing the river is like being reborn."

He was very excited to see the legendary landscape here.

"What kind of rebirth method?"

Harley looked at Grandma Yajia. She was a local aboriginal and must know more than Clark.

The old witch said in a complicated tone: "Crossing the sea means crossing one's own body, and the water blowing through it is like looking into one's own heart.

It's hard to understand others, but it's even harder to understand yourself.

It is even more difficult to go deep into one's own soul and recognize one's own essence.

This river of blood is a gift from the fairyland to every guest, and everyone gets different rewards.

There are many masters who have been stuck in the practice barrier for a long time, and they all dream of coming to the fairyland to swim along the river to enlighten themselves.

There are also strange creatures that awaken talents deep in their bloodline.

There are also monks who have crossed the river halfway, and their whole bodies are radiating wisdom. Their mortal bodies are dissolved in the river, leaving only white bones, and their souls ascend to the kingdom of gods and Buddhas they believe in. "

Harry didn't quite believe what the old witch said.

She swallowed Clark again and jumped into the river to feel it for herself.

It seems to have some effect?

It's just that the special effects are blocked by God's skin.

She tried to remove her body's magical resistance to the sea of ​​blood.

“It really makes the mind clearer”

Harley was a little surprised, but also very regretful, so she opened her mouth and spit out Clark.

"The effect is very weak and it doesn't help me much. What do you think?"

Clark soaked in the sea up to his neck, felt it carefully for a long time, shook his head and said, "Besides being sticky, I don't seem to feel anything else."

"You have to move, as if life has never stopped and is always moving forward." Grandma Yajia floated on the stone mortar and did not get down.

Everyone can only experience "blood introspection" once, just like everyone has only one life.

No chance of do-over.

"How wide is the river?" Harley asked.

"Not sure. Thomas, whom I met in the King's Tomb before, trudged in the sea of ​​blood for forty days. Then with the help of the Fairy Queen, he awakened the Tongue of Truth - a tongue that can never lie." The old witch was envious. say.

"Forty days and nights is too long. Let's fly." Clark said.

"Everyone is different. The longer you go, the better the effect will be." Grandma Yajia said.

"I got a tongue of truth in forty days, and it's very effective? For some people, this skill is simply torture." Harley complained.

Such as herself.

To prevent her from lying, she would rather cut out her tongue.

"Torture?" Grandma Yajia shouted, "You don't understand the power of the tongue of truth at all. It's painful to talk about the past with your tongue and not be able to lie, but what about talking about the future?"

Harry was stunned. He couldn't lie, it must be the truth.

"Do you follow your words?"

"The highest level of truth-telling should be to follow the words. But Thomas is just a mortal. He can predict with 100% accuracy, but he cannot distort fate and rules." The old witch said.

"Ah, I can see the other side." Harley was very embarrassed. She only walked for two minutes.

Clark was right next to her, but said: "The sea of ​​​​blood ahead is so vast that I can't see the edge at all. If the direction of the river hadn't been obvious, I almost couldn't figure out the direction."

Harley watched him paddling from the side, but did not go ashore himself.

But if she doesn't move, it's just like soaking in ordinary sea water, without any magical effects.

"Seawater seems to be magic water." She was bored, so she dipped her hand into the bloody water and put it into her mouth. It was not sweet, but as salty as seawater. "It reacts with stomach acid. It is really a magic material."

She lowered her head and took a few sips. The effect became more obvious, and there was a strange energy in her stomach.

After absorbing it, Harry was in a trance for a moment. From the first meditation to the present, the practice process of more than ten years was like a slideshow, quickly replayed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

She remembered her training plan - to develop defensive cost magic in conjunction with her own defensive expertise until she found new power.

Harley suddenly discovered that it had been a long time since she had delved into her natal magic - anti-injury shield.

What has she been doing in recent years?

Her sober mind became confused again, and she was separated from "introspection".

"This is exploring the inner world." Harley turned back and looked at the vast sea of ​​blood, thoughtfully.

"Gudong, Gudong." She squatted down, opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and let the seawater pour into her belly. Her thoughts sank deeper into her heart and into the deepest part of her blood.

"Gudong Gudong." Food defense expertise, starting slowly "+0.01%".

But Harley didn't notice the increase in food defense expertise at the moment.

Deep in her mind, she clearly saw the evolution of each rune of the anti-injury shield.

He even saw countless possible evolutionary paths for natal magic.

Deep in her blood, she vaguely touched the "untouchable, uncontrollable" jar of experience for the first time in her life!

Harley remembered her expectations for the Archmage's exclusive spell: the shield spell of cost magic was the foundation, first integrated with the anti-injury magic, and then "embedded" in the empty expertise experience jar.

At this moment, all her potential, talents and magical knowledge are clearly laid out in front of her like building materials. She can build a Tao house according to her ideals.

"Harry, I saw the shore." Clark looked confused as he didn't know how much time had passed. "I seem to have awakened a new skill."

"Really? Then come ashore, so will I."

Harley stood up, and there was a dark swirl in the depths of her blue eyes.

Magic apprentices awaken their magic power and learn other people's magic.

The official mage chooses the way of the future and regards a magic he learned as his natal spell.

The Archmage has carved out his own path, evolving the spells learned from others into his own exclusive magic.

The master sublimates his own way, and his exclusive magic represents a cosmic rule.

The gods recorded their own rules into the "Book of Laws" of the universe, making their way a rule that everyone in the world must abide by.

Today, Harley finally condensed her own exclusive magic - Black Vortex Thorn Shield!

An experience jar vacated from the defensive expertise was like a black vortex, fused into the anti-injury shield, making her a veritable archmage.

Murong Fu in The Magician?