Fate Heroic Spirit King Arthur

Under Nangong's puzzled eyes that month, Arthur stretched out a finger, the tip of the finger pointed directly at Attila's forehead, and this finger was placed on the spot where Attila's forehead was emitting light.Then, a powerful force condensed directly at Arthur's fingertips.

"Don't resist." Arthur whispered in Attila's ear, and after hearing Arthur's voice, Attila really stopped struggling, because at this moment Attila had already passed out directly.

"Okay, let's have a good rest for a while." Looking at Attila who had fainted, Arthur tapped his finger on Attila's forehead, and then his consciousness broke through Attila's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant. Under the breakthrough of Arthur's powerful mental power, Attila couldn't resist at all. In an instant, the three-color light that originally shone on Attila's forehead also slowly lost its brilliance under the invasion of this consciousness. Between them, there was a vague connection, and time stopped at this moment. .

Text Chapter 870 The fifth barren world

Chapter 870 The Desolate World

The pitch-black space, the barren plain, everything is so desolate, as if no life has ever existed here.

"Attila, where are you?"

Looking at the space in front of him, Arthur kept shouting in this dark space.He knew what this place was, and he also knew that Attila's consciousness existed somewhere here.

And as if hearing Arthur's voice, Altila's figure appeared directly in front of Arthur, but at this time, Attila's mood was obviously different from just now.

"You are finally here." Looking at Arthur in front of him, Attila's eyes were filled with a gleam of brilliance.

"You knew I was coming?"

"I can feel that you are the only one who might save me from this." "Nine Eighty Zero"

"That's right. I have this confidence." Arthur looked at everything in front of him. He knew what this place was. This is the inside of Altila. Of course, it does not refer to the physical interior. Here is Altera's spirit. the interior of the space.Here is Altila's hidden memory, this is her memory when she was a hero, Attila the Hun King, not Altila.

"Is it desolate?" Altila looked at everything in front of him, except for dust and ruins, there was nothing here.

"Like a silent machine, like a machine capable of thinking, I just blindly destroy the civilization in front of me, so there is nothing here." Thinking of this, Attila's mood became weaker and weaker, and she had already remembered Many things, moreover, this is not a good memory for her.

"I don't think like people, and I don't feel like people. I don't think, I don't feel. If you look at the world, what do they look like in your eyes?"

Attila seemed to be asking Arthur's opinion, but her tone was definitely affirmative.

"Instead of asking me what kind of image this is, you might as well think about it. For you, what are your thoughts? This is your spiritual space." Arthur looked at Attila in front of him, feeling Ah Tira's mood, feeling, Attila's blank eyes.

"Me?" Attila looked at the world in front of him. "To me, I am afraid, there is only this flat sky and earth, only the end of the leveling of the earth without emotion or purpose."

Indifference, despair, silence, this is Attila, and this is her Attila's last mission.Because, this barren world is the portrayal of Attila's state of mind.

The strong wind slowly blew Altila's skirt, "There is only wind here, hehe, yes, there is only wind! I have led so many people to fight, but here, there is no one at all. They all abandoned I!"

Attila's state is like madness, she is obviously in a normal state, but her emotions are still so persistent.Looking at Altila in front of him, Arthur seemed to see a king who had been abandoned by everyone.She never understood what she was doing?Destruction, killing, whether these things are right or wrong, no one has ever told her, the destruction is like an eternal nightmare constantly entwined around Attila's body, Altila is twisting and struggling, but this nightmare is like a deep-seated nightmare. At the bottom of the swamp, the harder you struggle, the deeper you sink. When Altila is exhausted, she changes. She is no longer the ignorant girl Altila, but the king of destruction. Tyra!

Altila knelt on the ground. Beside her, the three-color sword of the military god, which symbolized destruction, was constantly emitting light, flashing and flashing so unstable, just like Altila in front of her. All have the potential to crash.

"I never thought of killing people,,, but why, I want to keep destroying everything in front of me! Why do such contradictory things happen to me, why, I will break away from the most basic survival principle of life on the planet! Why! The word "destruction" will be deeply imprinted in my mind!" Altila is in pain, this is not the kind of physical pain, such pain is nothing to Altila, but, This deep soul pain is the root cause of her most discomfort, and it cannot be reduced. On the contrary, the more she destroys, the more pain there will be.

"Come on, come on Arthur, use your strength to defeat me, I don't want to be trapped in such a place again! I, please! Kill me!" Altila's emotions may have reached the extreme, However, her face is still flat, Altila, can understand human emotions, but unfortunately, she will never be able to show any human emotions.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, anger, ignorance, these are all things she can never have, even, for her, shedding tears is a luxury.

"Arthur, I don't know why you came here, but this is my consciousness space. I can feel your strength, so kill me. Only in this way can I be freed from this state!"

There were bursts of cold light in Attila's eyes, and beside her, the Sword of the God of War, which was already flickering, radiated dazzling light again.But looking at this ray of light, Arthur had no choice but to kill her. How could it be possible? Although Arthur was not a good person, killing Attila was something he would never do.

"Forget it, if Altera, if you are really sad about your current state, then let me tell you, death can only mean one thing, and that is! You are running away!" Arthur's body instantly turned into a ray of light, and Arthur Se's light is a golden light, and this light directly illuminates the barren world in front of him!It also hit Attila's Sword of the Military God head-on.

boom!

The Sword of the God of War in Attila's hand was crumbling, and under the violent force, Attila could hardly hold the sword in his hand. Perhaps, she never thought of holding the sword in her hand tightly.

Attila's body rushed up again, but Arthur could clearly feel, Attila, is this seeking death?

when!

The two swords clashed in the air, and a clear and crisp sound sounded.

"Attila, escape, never solve the problem."

With a wave of Arthur's hand, Attila's body was instantly repelled, but Arthur did not continue to attack, he just looked at Attila indifferently in front of him, and in his hand, the golden sword of victory was pointed at Attila Pull the throat.

"Is this what you want?"

"Don't you want to?"

"No, not at all, this is not the result I want at all. Altila, where is your fighting spirit? If you don't even have the courage to swing a weapon, then tell me, how can I help you? And you!"

Looking at Arthur in front of him, Attila's eyes finally showed a gleam of brilliance, help me, will anyone be willing to help me? .

Text Chapter 870 Seventh Unhappy Steno

Chapter 870 The Unhappy Steno

"Like someone? What does it feel like?"

Attila still looked blankly at Arthur in front of him, at this time, suddenly, Attila felt himself embraced by a warm embrace.

"Arthur, you,,,"

Looking at Arthur in front of her, Altila's eyes widened. She wanted to struggle, but she found that she didn't want to struggle. Maybe her power was sealed, so she felt powerless and It may be because Arthur's strength is too strong, so she can't break free, but only she knows in her heart, in fact, she doesn't want to resist at all.The cold wind is still blowing, but at this moment, in this barren world, there is no such desolate feeling.An unprecedented warmth took root in Attila's heart.

"What should I do? What should I do? This feeling,,, seems very good."

I don't know how long it took, looking at Attila who was blushing in front of him, Arthur finally let go of his arms.

"Do you feel it?"

"Have."