Fairy’s Box

Highland Palace, Kenneth's Rune Workshop.

In the underground building with good sound insulation, a violent explosion suddenly erupted, the flames of claws lit up the darkness, the violent airflow roared and roared in the space, and a large number of props and materials were rolled up by the hot firelight and quickly dissolved.

In the center of the thick smoke, Kenneth stood in front of the test bench intact. A layer of mercury-like translucent material protected him inside like a lampshade, completely isolating the damage from the flames and shock waves. Only the shadow behind him jumped with the firelight. indefinite.

"..."

He turned off the heating lamp, stepped back from the device where the strange silver liquid was surging, took a test tube from the test stand, held the flat end in his hand, and whispered a sentence:

"Fusion, my blood (Kell body language)!"

With a whimper, the mercury-like substance that had been protecting Kenneth suddenly gathered into a bundle of silver pillars. At the same time, the silver liquid gradually left the restraint device in a slug-like wriggling manner, and climbed up around the silver pillar, and gradually merge with it.

finished!

He stared at his latest masterpiece, the corners of his lips lifted up involuntarily, there was no expected frenzy and excitement in his heart, only full of confidence and a sense of accomplishment.

"Sora!"

Thinking of his wife's mockery and contempt for him in the evening, Kenneth clenched his fists subconsciously, his expression suddenly turned grim, and the silver pillar behind him began to tremble irregularly as his mood changed.

He looked at the ruined Rune Workshop, the embers of the fire were reflected in his pupils, his expression suddenly became solemn, and a bold idea couldn't help but flood into his heart.

Now that my favorite rune item has been made, I might as well take this opportunity to try the so-called origin knight.

The reason...just use the name of a private fight.

However, based on the cautious character of the father, he would definitely not agree to this matter, so he could only hide his whereabouts and go to the Southern Celts in person.

Everything... is to prove myself!

Thinking of this, the mercury column behind Kenneth cracked instantly, sprinkled from behind him like raindrops, and a spherical silver cover was intertwined to wrap it.

Then, the mercury sphere began to roll against the ground, and while moving forward at a high speed, the color gradually merged into the surrounding scenery, as if it disappeared out of thin air.

Kenneth was suspended upright inside the mercury ball, holding a flawless crystal mirror in his hand. Through the picture in the mirror, he could see everything that was rapidly receding outside.

The performance of this rune item exceeded his imagination. After the invisibility was activated, no one in the entire palace could observe his existence.

Seeing the Highland Palace behind which was rapidly moving away, His Royal Highness couldn't help but be filled with pride, and he felt even more confident about the goal of his trip.

A day and night later, Kenneth crossed Hadrian's Wall without a hitch. The guards of the Great Wall didn't notice the man's whereabouts at all. If it wasn't for the purpose of his trip just for a personal fight, these people would have even died. Do not know at all.

The southern Celtic land is sparsely populated, and there is not a single family for more than ten miles, and of course there is no accommodation. After His Royal Highness felt a little tired, he found a place to sleep in the woods.

After meditating and resting for half a day, the mercury ball turned into a beam again and stood upright behind Kenneth. He observed the environment of the woods.

The setting sun has turned into thin orange-red lines, and is once again hidden in the haze of the sky. The moonlight passes through the gaps in the branches and leaves and casts vague shadows obliquely. The chill is everywhere in the forest and sea, and there is not a single family around. Great place to fight.

With the help of the cold wind whistling between the forest and sea, he thought about it seriously and decided to set the location of the battle outside the city of London and London. There are many people moving there. If he fails, the governor will not dare to kill.

...

The next day, the temporary office in London.

The morning glow was scattered in the sky, as gorgeous as fire, but the ground was still raging with cold winds, whimpering among the streets in the city.

Bruno wrapped himself in the blanket, leaving only a small gap to watch the hot sun rising from the window, he counted the second hand on the wall clock, and when the longest hand reached twelve o'clock, he immediately got out of the bed. Leaping - late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After dressing and washing, he hummed an unknown song, combed his beautiful long silver hair carefully, and removed the split ends and frizzy strands one by one.

Just when the silver-haired boy pulled off the third strand of hair in distress, he suddenly raised his head, tightened his eyebrows at the same time, threw the makeup mirror in his hand on the bed, and flashed out of the room in an instant.

Bruno raised his speed to the limit, and his body quickly shuttled through the street. In a few breaths, he moved to the north outside the city.

Jumping to the top of the city wall, he saw at a glance that a strange figure was standing on the outer arrow tower.

"You're the governor's subordinate, aren't you?"

The other party showed a polite smile and asked in fluent Roservian.

"Who are you? A terrorist from the Highland Kingdom?" The silver-haired boy asked, and he was also looking at the other side carefully.

This is an unusually cold and stern young man, handsome and dignified, with blond hair meticulously combed behind his head, wearing a dark blue round neck dress.

He put his hands behind his back, the hem of his clothes swayed slightly in the cold wind, his breath was dignified and sharp, and he faintly exuded a strong mental pressure.

"The Crown Prince of the Highland Kingdom, Kenneth Fannon, the strongest rune warrior." He noticed the pedestrians who stopped and watched, his expression became calmer, and he said lightly:

"The reason why I came here is just to challenge your governor in the name of a warrior, and let everyone here witness the showdown between the Celtic warriors and the Rosevier knights."

"You? The Crown Prince of the Highland Kingdom?"

Bruno showed a skeptical expression. He couldn't imagine that the prince of a country actually ran into the territory of the enemy country to challenge.

"What? Don't you believe in my identity?" Kenneth looked at the rising sun arrogantly, stretched out his clenched hands, and released the power of his soul with all his strength.

In the surprised and solemn gaze of the silver-haired boy, a white beam of light floated on the opponent's body, gradually cutting through the sky like a sharp sword. Finally, all the residents of London and London walked out of their houses one after another, looking at the snow-like brilliance. Come on.

Can't go wrong!

This level of mental coercion can only be possessed by a legendary rune warrior. Most of this man is really the Crown Prince.

Thinking that the Crown Prince of the Highland Kingdom actually appeared outside Dunlon early in the morning, and that he was going to fight with Yale by name, Bruno suddenly showed an incomparable headache.

...

Do you do it yourself first, or wait for your partner to do it together?

The silver-haired boy thought seriously, his beautiful eyebrows curled into a delicate knot on his forehead, but the question that troubled him didn't last long, and was interrupted by a strong hand.

"Don't think nonsense, he stood up to challenge in an upright manner. Of course, we can't go up and fight. After all, it's not wartime, you step back."

Yale patted him on the shoulder, and turned his eyes to the highland prince on the arrow tower: "I am the governor of Celtic, are you sure you want to challenge me?"

"Oh?"

Kenneth squinted at him, the light on his body subsided instantly, and a serious expression appeared on his face:

"The same black pupils as rumored, it really is you, the holder of the holy sword Arondite... Yes, I am the highland warrior who made a special trip to challenge you."

"Very well, I'm also curious about the abilities of the legendary rune warriors. They are guests from afar. You should take action first."

The black-haired knight stood at the front of the city wall and looked at him from a distance, with a serious and enthusiastic expression, like a hospitable guest and host.

"Sure enough, he is a real knight who is consistent with his appearance. I will accept this kindness with respect."

His Royal Highness showed an expression of admiration, took out a glass test tube containing silver liquid from his arms, shook it in his hand, and whispered a sentence:

"Boil, my blood (Celtic)!"

goo... goo...

A strange, sticky sound of bubbles loomed from inside his test tube.

Kenneth poured the test tube to the ground, and a silver waterfall fell from the arrow tower in an instant, rippling ripples flashing in the sunlight, and it sprinkled continuously to the ground.

The ground was quickly covered with a mercury-like liquid, all the grass and gravel melted away, and a 20-yard radius with the arrow tower as the center was covered by a complete silver lake.

However, the mutation has only just begun. The strange liquid like mercury soon began to expand in all directions. With the highland prince standing in the arrow tower as the origin, a circular silver lake quickly covered more and more forests and grasslands.

If you look down from a high altitude, the mercury-like liquid in the large green grass is like a rapidly expanding white spot on the green curtain.

A steady stream of silver liquid quickly occupied all the surrounding ground.

Yale looked down at the earth, staring cautiously at the silver lake below, and at the same time pulled out the saber at his waist, sinking his will into the sword, turning his fighting spirit into the light of the sword.

Whoosh-!

He stabbed his sword sharply.

The saber actually roared like a wild beast, and the sword body let out light, turning it into a sky-shattering rainbow, like a beam of light shot out by a rapid-fire gun, leaving a black trail of light in the field of vision of others.

The straight sword light almost instantly crossed a distance of more than ten yards and stabbed the highland prince at the top of the arrow tower fiercely.

But strangely, a mysterious smile appeared on Kenneth's face, and an elegant crystal mirror flew out of his arms, protecting him instantly.

Om-!

At the moment when Jianguang ushered in, the mirror surface radiated a lot of light, and another sword light with the same power was ejected from it, and the bang canceled the sword light.

At the same time, the Crown Prince of the Highlands seized the opportunity and recited three sentences in Celtic language without interruption:

"Automatic defense, automatic enemy search, automatic attack!"

Whoosh whoosh-!

The silver lake on the ground reacted immediately, and countless silver liquid spears jumped up from the lake, tore through the sticky air, and stabbed the black-haired knight out of the city wall.

This strange silver liquid is extremely fast, and the distance between the ground and the city wall seems to it to have no distance. One moment, the lake surface stirred up ripples, and the next moment it stabbed in front of the opponent.

"..."

Yale glanced at the city wall where he was standing, and smashed the sky with a backhand sword. The black sword light formed a fan to protect him, and cut off all the silver spears that came.

boom--!

The city wall suddenly rhythm, and a strong energy field is woven invisibly in the air, spinning in space with a whirlwind.

The moment the black-haired knight blocked the quicksilver spears as much as possible, waves of unsettled waves rose again, and the mercury lake on the ground suddenly stretched out hundreds of elongated blades, slashing towards the city head overwhelmingly.

At the same time, Kenneth took out a golden hexahedron, which instantly swelled and expanded under the gaze of his gaze. One of the faces faced Yale, the cover instantly popped out, and a short bronze spear swiftly shot out.

laugh--!

The surface of the short spear ignited with fire, like a light and shadow passing through the space, and there was a scorching hot wind on the spear. Before kissing the black-haired knight's chest, it gave him a feeling that all his hair and eyebrows were scorched.

Yalei immediately held the sword in both hands, and his whole body was churning with ink-like flames. Dou Qi poured into the sword body, and suddenly formed a black sword body that was magnified a thousand times. .

boom--!

During the violent impact, the hard stone slabs on which he stood were cracked instantly, and cracks as fine as spider webs instantly spread across the six feet of where he stepped, and countless dust and stone dust were ejected from those cracks due to the reaction force. , like a volcanic eruption, raising a cloud of ash.

The sword light shattered, and the short bronze spear also shifted its angle and flew towards a barren grass outside the city wall.

throat--!

The wasteland was burnt to scorched earth in the blink of an eye, and the short bronze spear pierced deeply into the ground. And at the piercing point of the short spear, a bowl-shaped depression with a diameter of about thirty feet appeared on the scorched earth, indicating the terrifying power of the top rune props.

"..."

The black-haired knight raised his sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the arrow tower, and his legs bounced out like a taut bowstring, passing through the barrier of space in an instant, and stabbed Kenneth at the top of the arrow tower with a sword.

The face of the highland prince changed slightly, the hexahedron turned to one side in an instant, and the cover popped out along with a large brass shield, directly in front of him.

boom--!

The sword edge pierced into the giant shield for half a foot, but was still blocked. The next moment, hundreds of silver spikes appeared behind him with the sound of breaking wind.

This silver liquid, so flexible, is really just a prop?

This thought flashed in Yale's mind, and at the same time, a large amount of fighting qi erupted from him, and the black flame burst into full bloom like a shock wave. .

The molten magma mixed with flames swept to the ground, and then was bounced off by the tentacle-shaped silver liquid, and Kenneth's figure landed firmly in the center of the mercury lake.