1:240 Goodbye to Destiny (Medium)

When Arthur woke up, it was already night in Elison's Pure Land. He dragged his aching body to his feet and looked at the time on his phone.

It's only been more than two days outside, but Elison has passed three days and two-thirds of the way. (Arthur's first day at Elison was night, which is roughly counted as a day) Elison's [day] was only eighteen hours, and nine hours alternated day and night.

Not only is the gravity of this pure land smaller than that of the earth, but even the time of the day is less than that of the earth.

The elves created such a subspace and made it an immortal shijie, is it necessary to make so many modifications? Wouldn't it be necessary to change the law of cause and effect so drastically, wouldn't it be a lot of photons needed to maintain this subspace?

Or is there something fundamental that Arthur has been ignoring all along?

He crawled out of bed with the sharp pain in his body, and his bones hurt as if they had fallen apart, and although the wounds on his body had long since healed, the pain still remained deep inside Arthur's body.

He looked at the red fire dragon star that was dying. The guy looked like it needed more time to regenerate the severed limb and was now lying unconscious on a soft cushion. The White Frost Dragon Immortal Via on the side was watching quietly.

Arthur walked outside, and when the White Frost Dragon saw this, he suddenly spoke, "Aren't you going to say something?" Arthur said. Don't worry about the trouble, he thought to himself.

"Heartless guy. "Zenvia said. Despite Arthur's words, the dragon said to himself, "Do you know that dragons like to fight with their relatives so much? "Because you're all self-conscious fools. Arthur accused.

"Nope. The White Frost Dragon Fairy Via prostrated herself and covered half of her body with her wings, as if covered with a quilt, "because neither of us can stand each other's breath." Presumably, in order to prevent the dragons from mating, the closer the bloodline, the more they can feel the smell of each other. If it's a parent, it's fine, but if it's a sibling, the smell of the other party will become unbearable.

It's not that Evil Star and I don't want to get along, it's just that we can't stand each other's breath and can't stand each other's [smelly] smell. When we stay together, we can't help but want to fight. "Oh, is it?" said Arthur with a look of disapproval.

"You have the same nasty aura, Arthur. The White Frost Dragon said, he squinted at Arthur, as if intending to see everything in the knight's blood, "Father is right, you really have your father's blood in your blood. Although the bloodline is already very thin, that nasty aura is still entangled. That's why I hate you so much. "Sure enough, this guy also overheard the conversation between Arthur and the Dragon Emperor Titans.

Arthur shrugged: "It's really hard for you to hate me so much and want me to work with you." "Evil Star must hate you just as much. "He must have sensed some similarity between you and him in your bloodline." Arthur was silent.

"Evil Star is not a wild species, that's for sure. The White Frost Dragon said paranoidly, "Even if my father says that he is a wild seed, I will never believe it." Because—" "I am convinced that the Queen Mother will never be unfaithful to her father." Even if she was estranged by her father, she never gave up loving him in the past. "Centia" "It might be a bit cliché to say that now. "But, just as I love my mother, no matter how arrogant, arrogant, stupid, rude, clumsy, vulgar, and smells of obnoxious [stink], I have never given up on this brother.

So, Arthur, don't do anything to hurt the star. If you hurt him - I won't let you go. "No matter how much they hate each other, they're still brothers.

Arthur had thought that dragons were ruthless lizards, and he had thought that these beasts were selfish, greedy, and ferocious. But recently, his thoughts about dragons have begun to change.

Dragons are not much better than humans, and they are not much worse than humans. Humans are just prejudices about alien creatures, and they apply [pronouns] to these creatures one by one.

Humans have never really read this shijie.

At the same time, the arsenal of the Elven King's capital.

About 100,000 weapons are housed in this huge arsenal. These weapons are handmade by the elves one by one, each one is a combination of elegance and beauty, and each one is ingenious.

They are made of magical materials that are lightweight, stiff and flexible. Although they are all physical weapons, they are a bit outdated compared to the lightsabers used by modern humans, but they are delicately enchanted, and each weapon is powerful.

Bediwell, however, was not satisfied.

"Well, how's that?" asked Tristan.

"No, I can't. Bediwell swung a silver sword in the nearby trial room. The elf's sword drew a beautiful silver arc in the air, and the sound was crisp and pleasant. This intricately crafted weapon could have made Bedeville extremely excited. However, this is not the kind of thing he is after now.

Merlin said that to deal with shadow-infected creatures, you need to use high-frequency vibrations or high-heat weapons. The werewolf boy was looking for magic weapons of both natures, or perhaps those that were enchanted.

The Fish-Man Prince, on the other hand, always judged the Liliang of weapons by their appearance, and he sent one after another to Bediwell's hand, and let the werewolf boy test the weapons. After trying about three hundred weapons, Bediwell finally couldn't help it: "Tristan, don't pick it, let me pick it myself." Tristan said unhappily, "Hey, Bedi, don't you believe my vision?, this sword, this sword must be what you want, try it!" "The weapons you bring are indeed good weapons, and every single one of them is the work of the elves." But what we're looking for now is a weapon that can deal with shadow creatures! A sharp sword is not enough. "Tsk, even if you say that. Tristan frowned and pursed his lips aggrievedly, "How can you see what enchantment is on the weapon just from the outside?" They don't have the ability to predict, and they have absolutely no way of knowing what each weapon is capable of until they try it in their hands.

But he was not convinced, he felt that instead of letting Tristan pick and choose, it would be better to pick and choose and try his luck.

"Let me pick one and take a look. Bediwell stepped out of the trial room and into the vast space of the arsenal.

The elven arsenal is lightly lit up with the light of every weapon here. Tens of thousands of divine weapons were neatly arranged on their shelves, glowing with cold light under the light.

Finely carved, dazzling, mysterious, dazzling. Choosing the right one among these tens of thousands of weapons is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Bediwell could only trust his instincts.

He paced through the arsenal, and gradually came to an ancient weapon.

An ancient bow.

Unlike the elaborate carved weapons of the elves, this bow has a black and rough surface, and there is not much carving. It was like a wooden bow carved out of ancient ebony, but Bediwell knew that it was made of something else entirely.

It was not carved, not because the elves did not bother to handle such crude weapons. But because it was so hard in the first place, the elves simply couldn't process the bow.

This bow existed before the elves existed. It is a divine soldier left over from the age of mythology.

Bediwell vaguely felt a sense of familiarity!-

This used to be something that belonged to him?!

How is that possible, no kidding.

"Do you want such an ugly bow?" Tristan walked over, looking at the weapon that Bedwell was looking at. Such an unsightly thing, the weapons in this arsenal are for Tristan to choose, and he will definitely put this weapon in Zuihou to choose. This bow is too far from the aesthetic of the Fish-Man Prince.

"Why not give it a try. Bediwell walked over and took the bow. When his hand touched the bow, a sense of familiarity came over him. He concentrated, put the thought aside, and walked to the trial room with his bow.

The elves' weapon testing chamber is heavily magically enhanced, and the use of a variety of powerful weapons here will not affect the building. Bediwell then raised his bow, intending to shoot an arrow.

The bow has no strings. It was held up by the user, and when sensing the user's intent to attack, a string of photons appeared between Bediwell's fingers.

The bow had no arrows. When it is pulled apart by the user, it gathers a large number of photons from the environment, and then bundles them in an enchantment, forming the form of an arrow of light.

This is similar to Bediwell's transformation of the lightsaber, using the reflector of the lightsaber to make light arrows, and then using the photon explosion generated by the string hitting the mirror, and Zuihou shooting light arrows wrapped in enchantments.

When a light arrow is fired, the enchantment will decay for a short time, which determines the poor range of the light arrow. The light arrows that Bediwell had previously modified had an effective range of only about twelve yards.

This bow, although similar in principle, made Bedeville feel a little different.

The bow was very tight! And as the werewolf boy kept the bow drawn, the bow became tighter and tighter!

This bow is full of weirdness! It eats away at the user's stamina?!

Bediwell, who was taken aback, let go of his hand, and the bow and arrow came out of his hand.

The light arrow did not fly out, but disappeared one yard in front of the werewolf boy, instantly transforming into a huge shockwave and hitting the ground!

Boom!!The shock wave hit the weapons testing chamber with a low, muffled sound. The testing room, which is protected by a lot of magic, has been blown up so simply!!

"Uhh

"Damn!" Tristan trembled in and picked up the werewolf boy, cursing incessantly, "I told you to [try out the bow], not to tell you to [tear down the testing chamber]!Are you crazy?!Aren't you afraid of hurting yourself, little fool?!"I'm sorry, I didn't expect that" Bediwell swallowed as he looked at the worry on his friend's face, feeling weak at the same time.

"This damn bow sucks photons from me. He understood the principle of the bow, "I didn't expect it to be so destructive." "Is this the weapon you want?" asked Tristan, "I'm not going to let you try any more weapons, you should lie down and wait for your body to recover." "Hmm," muttered Bedeville, "this bow is fine, just need it." "The shock wave emitted by the magic bow is very similar to the wind pressure bomb of the Emerald Wind Dragon, but the impact is very concentrated, so it is dozens of times stronger than the wind pressure bomb. It is a powerful physical impact that hits the body of a living being, enough to cause a huge high-frequency shock. In fact, such a powerful shock wave is capable of smashing the target directly with a single blow.

The attack power is unquestionable. The only problem is that the bow sucks stamina (photons) from the user, so there is a limit to the number of shots that can be fired in a certain period of time. An orc with a strong physique, such as Bediwell, who wants to continuously launch the vacuum wave of the magic bow in a short period of time, will quickly lose his strength and faint.

Bediwell didn't know why he knew so much about the bow's principle, but he knew it. As soon as he got the bow, Kama (fate) told him everything.