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Volume 1 I am the Devil Chapter 406 Whisper in the Ear

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    Merlin's scream made Artoria feel a strange pain in her heart.  leave?  Let this sword stay here, hanging in its ice coffin?  Such a powerful power is in front of you, but you can't touch it or use it.  "Divine power is eternal," the inscription says, although there is also the danger of tearing the soul apart, and the soul will fall into hell forever, never to be saved.  But "My heart has been broken for a long time," Artoria murmured. Instead of retreating, she walked forward step by step. "If I don't get it, I will be worse than falling into hell."  "She is heartbroken, in pain, and suffering. Britain's future is becoming increasingly uncertain, and people's lives are under threat.  The evil power of the evil god is watching, ready to poison those innocent people at any time.  As the king of the people, she failed to lead everyone to the light, and her heart was already incomplete.  For the power that can change everything, for the power that can defeat the evil god, adding a few more scars to oneself is nothing.  "Artoria, my child, please, let's go," Merlin begged in a hoarse voice, "Let's go find other ways. There must be other ways to defeat those evil gods. You don't have to do it to yourself.  There's a curse on my head." "A curse?" Arturia raised her head blankly and said, "I am willing to bear any curse in order to save Britain." She saw Merlin trembling from the corner of her eye.  "Artoria, you know that I am an honest person and I don't like to think about things. But I tell you, child, you are in big trouble now. Let's go, let this sword stay here and let fate happen. Forget about this  Let's go home." A scene suddenly appeared in Artoria's mind. She saw her soldiers and people, surrounded by hundreds of people who had died from the evil god's plague.  They fell.  Her body was filled with rotting toxins, and she was tortured by pain. She wanted to die but couldn't. She could only scream and cry on the ground and accept endless torture - just like the tragic scene she saw in Nanhai Town.  ¡° Such a tragic situation, she had already vowed not to let it happen again when she was in Nanhai Town. How could she watch her people suffer like that?  She had already vowed to change everything, to save everything!  At this moment, another picture appeared, which was the huge ice block containing the Sword in the Stone. Arturia now saw that this piece of ice came from a part of something bigger and stronger.  And it.  The Sword in the Stone came to her in order to avenge those who died.  A sweet voice with a slight smile whispered in her mind, "The dead need revenge, the living need to be saved, Miss Artoria, it's time for you to choose." That voice was sweet and sweet, like a silver bell, giving  Arturia felt a sense of familiarity.  But she was too lazy to think about the source of the sound. She looked at the fantasy of the wind in front of her as if fascinated.  He walked forward step by step, his eyes filled with intoxication.  "This is mine!" This sentence seemed to burst out from the depths of her heart. She clenched her fists, "I am responsible for the dead. I am even more responsible for my people. No one can stop me.  My revenge, Merlin!" She looked away from the sword, met Merlin's worried eyes, and then her expression softened slightly.  "Not even you." "Artoria. I taught you how to fight. I want you to be a good king and also a good warrior. But one of the keys to becoming a good warrior is  Just know how to choose the right battleand the right weapon," Merlin persuaded him earnestly.  He pointed at the sword in the stone sealed by ice and said, "And this is not a weapon you should hold." Arturia took a deep breath, raised her hands and put them on the wrapped  Put your smooth face on the ice cube of the sword.  The jade-like beautiful cheek was only an inch away from the smooth surface. Merlin was still saying something, but the voice seemed to come from a distant place, and Arturia could no longer hear it.  "Listen to me, boy. We will find another way to save the people of Britain. Let's go and figure it out when we get back." Merlin was wrong, he couldn't understand it at all.  Arturia must do this.  If she turned away now, she would fail again, and she couldn't let that happen.  She carries all the hopes of her people on her back, and she can no longer afford to lose.  ¡°Now, I call upon the spirits of this place,¡± she said, her breath frosting in the cold, stagnant air.  Within her reach, the sword in the stone hung upside down, waiting for her.  "It doesn't matter what you are, good or evil, neither or both, but I feel you and I know you're listening. I'm ready toYes, I understand wholeheartedly.  And I say to you now - I am willing to pay any price as long as you can help me save my people.  " The waiting time was long and difficult, but nothing happened. Arturia's breath condensed into white frost, dissipated and faded, and then frost again. Cold sweat seeped from her forehead. She was willing to give what she had.  Everything - was she rejected? She failed again? A low sigh sounded, and Artoria held her breath. The smooth surface of the ice suddenly cracked, and the cracks extended in all directions until Al.  Tolia could barely see the sword in the center of the ice. Then she staggered back a few steps and covered her ears at the sudden loud sound that echoed throughout the cave. The ice surrounding the sword exploded, as sharp as a sword.  The fragments flew everywhere and smashed against the hard stone wall of the cave. Then, the cold and violent sword wind rose into the sky. The terrifying sword energy was the most powerful Arturia had ever seen in her life. She was blown back repeatedly.  Finally, she was crushed to the ground by the strong wind pressure. Involuntarily, Arturia knelt down in front of the pedestal and instinctively protected her head with her arms. At this moment, she heard a sudden stop. "  Merlin!  " The moment those cold sword winds soared into the sky, the old wizard subconsciously wanted to resist, but was knocked away in an instant and lost all ability to resist. In the splatter of blood, Merlin's old body was blown away.  On the wall, her body struggled in pain and stopped moving. Arturia got up, took off her gauntlet and rushed towards her old friend and teacher. She put her hand on the wizard's wound and stared nervously.  With, ¡°Merlin!  How are you?  answer me!  answer me!  "However, the old wizard closed his eyes tightly. His lips were trembling constantly, unable to respond to her inquiries, and he seemed to be dying. Looking at the old wizard's appearance, Artoria could no longer stop crying.  Her tears flowed down, and she knelt beside Merlin in pain, her eyes blurred by tears. She had said that she would rather pay any price. Is this the terrible price she needs to pay? Not her own life, but that of a friend?  , the life of a person who cared for her, taught her, and supported her. She lowered her head and looked at the old wizard's face, which was as old as an orange peel. "This is the price I pay for my stupidity."  ¡ª At this time, she suddenly felt it, and she stared in amazement - it had broken through the ice and was inserted in front of her. The light blue runes made the sword body wrapped in a magnificent icy halo. She stood fascinated.  When she got up, the sword in the stone was waiting for her, like a lover eager to be caressed, waiting to be awakened by her and glow in all its glory. The low and smiling voice from before whispered in the depths of her mind: "This is it."  The right path.  Princess Artoria, only the fantasy of the wind can give you the power to save the people of Britain.  Soaccept it, Your Highness Artoria, accept the gift of the Lord of Darkness, and you can save everything.  " Arturia was stunned. She stood up with eyes blank, and walked toward the shining weapon with staggering steps. Her trembling hands were slightly open, and they were still wet with the blood of her friends. She  Curling her fingers to hold the sword's hilt, she felt the perfect touch, as if it was tailor-made for her. A sudden chill spread through her trembling arms and reached her heart. For a moment, she felt alert.  Everything is getting better. The fantasy of the wind belongs to her, and she belongs to the fantasy of the wind. The familiar and beautiful voice is still whispering, whispering, and smiling in her mind, as if it has always been there.  -That isAvalon, the ideal land far away from all the world. She let out a cry of joy, raised her sword high, and looked at it with surprise and extreme pride. She, Artoria Pendragon, would.  Success would come soon. Now, the artifact Wind Fantasy became as much a part of her as her thoughts, her heart, and her breathing, and she listened intently to the secrets it revealed.  It is the last way to save Britain and restore all hope. As long as she holds this sword, she will change everything and destroy everything. From today on, she will become the supreme king, and she will use this sword to fight for her people.  Bring glory and victory. Vow to victory! Then, a complicated sigh replaced the low laughter in her ears. "Poor child, are you so hungry for power?  Arturia was startled, as if a basin of cold water fell from the sky, waking her up from that weird mental state. She widened her eyes, looked at the caves around her, and asked loudly and vigilantly, "Who are you?"  !  Why are you whispering in my ear?  ¡±  "Me? Haha I'm just a stupid loser, but I'm trying to correct my mistakes now. If you want, you can call me Qin Hao." "Where are you? How can I  "I can't see you?" "Since you want to see me, then come" The moment the voice fell, the light seemed to quickly fade from Artoria's eyes, and a strange darkness twisted around her.  Then, she felt her body being pulled by a force, flying at high speed among the endless dark stars. The strong wind swept her hair, and she was flying towards the center of darkness, the midpoint where the endless stars gathered.  Then, she saw it.  It was a tall and majestic figure, with long purple hair hanging down, and black demonic horns pointed toward the sky on his forehead.  With his hands behind his back, the man stood in the center of the entire starry sky and universe, watching her approach quietly, showing a gentle smile.  "Welcome to the world I created, Artoria, all your confusions will be answered here." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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