Diablo Destruction

Chapter 1,470 King Arthur’s Terrible Revenge... Da!

"Mount, mount, found. (""7*" The familiar milky voice and milky cry rang in my ears.

Opening my eyes, I looked around blankly, wondering where I was. I shouldn't be in... I should be in the small town of Lalula, right?

"Mount, fool, mount." At this time, the voice just now rang again.

Looking back, the little King Arthur was jumping and running over from a distance.

"Oh, little guy, where is this..." I waved my hand, and just as I was about to ask clearly, something strange happened.

"Mount, mount, found." Suddenly, such a voice came from the other side.

I turned around in surprise and saw that little King Arthur came out of nowhere again and flew towards me.

This, this, this... what's going on, there are two little King Arthurs?

I was immediately confused and couldn't understand. Although the cuteness of two little King Arthurs was multiplied by two, the trouble was quadratic.

I still think of things too simply.

Before the two little King Arthurs could rush towards me, several more sounds came out from front, back, left, right, and even above the sky.

"Mount."

"Capture the mount."

"Idiot mount"

"An arrogant mount."

"Training, the mount must be trained."

"Mount, Ben Ang wants to eat meat, eat meat."

"Mount, look at Ben Ang's lion form."

One after another, one after another, one after another, little King Arthur keeps coming out of unknown corners, or simply falling from the sky like rain.

There were little King Arthurs who fought for the right to use the top of my head and danced around.

There is a little King Arthur wearing a lion puppet suit, sitting leisurely on the side, stretching back and scratching his head from time to time.

There is a little King Arthur who is constantly circling around a piece of barbecue, scheming with other little King Arthurs who are also eyeing the barbecue.

There is a very happy little King Arthur holding a barbecue in his hand and taking big bites.

There are dozens of little King Arthurs jumping around and playing hide-and-seek together.

There was little King Arthur sitting on the floor, having a heated discussion about who was the best king, and the relationship was full of gunpowder.

There is a little King Arthur who is calmly drinking tea and eating biscuits.

There is a little King Arthur who is bullied by some unknown King Arthur, and his eyes are full of tears. He is lying on the ground in grievance and keeps crying and wiping the corners of his eyes.

There is also a little King Arthur who uses stupid hair as a propeller and flies around in the sky like a helicopter. This, this, this, this, this, this...

I was completely speechless, and more little Arthurs appeared from all directions. From the sky, it started to rain. Countless little Arthurs fell from the sky, gradually burying me.

These little King Arthurs kept shouting and talking. Finally, the chaotic sounds were mixed together, and only a continuous sound of "ta da da da da da~~~~" could be heard.

"Da da da da da da da da da da da~~~~~~~~~~"

Could it be...that this is an invasion by little Arthurians?

My eardrums collapsed and my whole body clicked!

After the last finger was submerged by little King Arthur, my eyes turned black, and then the world began to spin and turned into a big whirlpool, sucking me in...

"call----!!"

I suddenly sat up from the bed and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I was still frightened.

It turns out...it turns out to be a dream, okay, okay. ""

The whole world is full of little King Arthurs, like locusts crossing the border. It’s scary to think about it.

Huh?

It's strange, why can I still hear the continuous "da da da da da da" sound even though I have woken up from my dream? Could it be that the torture in the dream was so severe that after waking up, there was still an echo in the ears?

I touched my ears subconsciously, and then looked in the direction of the sound. I saw a little guy in a white robe and a white hat, squatting beside the bed, facing me. When I was sleeping just now, the position of my ears was constantly buzzing. He made a nonchalant sound of "ta da da da da da".

After noticing my intense gaze, he stopped, stood up, and patted the hem of his pure white and shiny robe as if nothing had happened.

"..."

Their eyes met and they paused for a few seconds.

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." The expressionless Princess Sanwu was still so concise.

"It's nothing like your sister. It's obvious that the stolen goods were shared by both parties!" I pointed to my ear and couldn't help but lift the coffee table in my heart.

"Wake up the master." The little princess finally answered honestly.

"You can really use different tricks to summon people?" I was very angry.

"Master, it's your duty to reward me." The little princess nodded indifferently.

"Don't act stupid, you know I'm not complimenting you, you bastard."

"Master, spare your life, I won't do it again."

"It's so fake! It's so fake that my goosebumps are falling off! It's like a Sifan brand instant noodles with the magical girl Farah printed on the front of the package and the ballet girl Muradin printed on the back, or a beast with a book title of no more than ten characters. The Duke series, you can tell it’s fake at first glance, can you show some sincerity?”

I imagined holding three naughty cards in my hand, slamming them on the table, and yelling loudly.

"In this case……"

Princess Sanwu seemed to think about it seriously for a moment, then secretly came up to me and secretly thrust a book into my arms with the movements of a strange street vendor selling strange CDs.

"New work."

With a "you know" look, he gave me a thumbs up, and a sharp light seemed to flash out of the corner of his expressionless eyes.

I was subconsciously affected by the atmosphere created by Princess Sanwu and followed the rhythm of her script.

First, he quickly hid the book in his arms, looked around, and used his sharp eyes that had been in the black market for decades to confirm that there were no cheap notes around. At the same time, the hand in his arms pinched the book, weighing the weight and thickness to see if it was an empty disk box sold by a black-hearted dealer... Oh no, it was an empty book cover, and then he looked through the opening at the hem of the cloak. He carefully revealed a corner of the book, and at a speed that would put lightning to shame, within a thousandth of a second, his eyes quickly swept over it to confirm the contents of the cover.

Finally, he gently pushed into his arms, lowered his hands naturally, whistled, and took steps casually. The CD... no, it was a book, which was already hidden in the thick cotton inner bag. No trace can be seen outside.

The whole process only took a second or two. To outsiders, I just paused slightly when passing by the mobile CD seller, and there was no flaw in it at all.

Of course, you can't forget to pay the money. It doesn't matter. As a veteran, I will never make a stupid move like stopping and clearing the money with the dealer. As I stepped forward, I looked at him with bright eyes. Looking ahead, it was as if there was a broad road waiting for him to step onto it, but the hand hidden in his sleeve suddenly felt like a dagger being unsheathed, and two fingers popped out with a swish of a broken gem. , with a terrifying speed that could not see the trajectory at all, when passing by Princess Sanwu, with a slight sway, the broken gem had already changed hands.

The deal is done, go home and watch the disc.

Wait, there seems to be something wrong... I suddenly became confused. Did I forget something very important and my attention was diverted to a boring thing?

right! I'm not here to buy pornographic discs... Oh no, I'm not here to buy H-books, you bastard!

Suddenly I woke up and was being led away by Princess Sanwu. I angrily took out the book from my arms and threw it to the ground with a clatter.

"Even bribing me is useless! And what kind of sincerity is this?"

"Ah, book..."

Princess Sanwu squatted down silently, picked up the book, held it in her arms, and kept patting the dust on it, like a careful mother taking care of a baby. (《》)

Hey, hey, hey, don't show this expression on purpose, as if I'm bullying others. Do you want me to feel guilty?

"Book, precious book..." Princess Sanwu hugged the book tightly in her arms and kept mumbling.

"Okay... okay, I was wrong, ah, I just apologize." It felt like I was being judged by countless piercing eyes, and I reluctantly lowered my head and admitted my mistake.

It's indeed a bit inappropriate. Regardless of the fact that this book is the Duke of Beasts series, it can be regarded as the brainchild of Princess Sanwu. If it were me, I would be angry.

"Stroke by stroke, the mark left behind..."

"You...you guy, you obviously did it on purpose." Seeing Princess Sanwu condemning her conscience word by word, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"It's not me who's apologizing, it's the book." Princess Sanwu finally reacted and raised the book in front of me.

"Sorry, I threw you to the ground." I touched the book and felt so stupid.

"No sincerity at all." Princess Sanwu stared at me closely.

"I feel like you are not qualified to say this." I rolled my eyes. Who just apologized to me without any sincerity.

"Words are sacred."

Princess Sanwu seems to have taken this opportunity to make me understand a truth, the truth of caring for books.

"After tens of thousands of years of creation, modification, revision, and innovation, every stroke embodies the efforts of our predecessors."

"Is...is that so?" I was shocked by Princess Sanwu's courageous aura, and my brain couldn't help but expand my imagination.

"It is the only tool that carries and witnesses civilization. Words are the symbol of civilization."

As if she was afraid that the heat was not enough, Princess Sanwu added solemnly.

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, opening a radiant door in my mind.

In the dazzling eyes, I traveled through countless time tunnels and came to the past.

Witnessed with my own eyes the process of primates transforming into humans and the birth of intelligence.

Witnessed with my own eyes the birth of simple stone tools and the use of fire.

Then, the most critical thing is to pass on all these initial stone civilizations and simple wisdom experiences, passing them down from one generation to the next, the tools and writings that are constantly developing, changing, and progressing.

From the earliest and most primitive knots to record events, to the Hetu Luoshu replaced by vivid patterns, and then to the prototype of writing, oracle bone inscriptions, they are constantly changing and simplifying, thereby spreading civilization.

I seem to see the figures of ancient ancestors lurking in the dim light revising words. They have gray hair and a thin and old figure, but only those eyes are still bright and full of enthusiasm.

I seemed to see countless scholars and mages standing in the endless ocean of bookshelves, like small and hard-working ants, constantly recording history with words, and using history to authenticate the past and the future.

Yes, that's right, that's it. Words are symbols of civilization and are sacred and inviolable things.

An unprecedented explosion of thoughts occurred in my mind. I seemed to have been reborn. Tears of emotion fell from my cheeks. After finding the truth in the time tunnel, my consciousness finally returned to the present and looked at Princess Sanwu again. The Duke of Beasts in my hand has a different look in my eyes, as if I am on a pilgrimage and want to worship with my luggage.

Yes, this book is the condensation of sacred things, noble and inviolable.

"I understand, little Jasmine, I understand, thank you, thank you for telling me these important things." Wiping the corners of my wet eyes, I tightly grasped Princess Sanwu's little hand hidden in her sleeve, and kept swinging it up and down. With.

"Even if this is a Duke of Beasts series, the words that make up it are noble and cannot be blasphemed. You want to tell me this, right?"

"..." Princess Sanwu was silent. I thought I was right, and immediately became excited and foamed at the mouth.

"Just like a dish, no matter how bad the chef's skills are or how novel the food is, the ingredients are not wrong. It is noble and sacred to dedicate one's own ingredients for our survival. I am right. Bar."

"Boom————!!"

There was a sudden severe pain in my calf, and I immediately hugged him. I glanced around with sharp and terrifying eyes while hopping around, and shouted sternly.

"Who, who is attacking me?"

Is it little Jasmine? She is the only one who is suspected of committing the crime, and has such abilities as princess kicking, princess kicking, and princess kicking.

But I clearly didn't see her move. Besides, aren't we discussing a very sacred issue now? There was no reason for her to suddenly attack me.

Still immersed in the theory of the sanctity of words, I was unwilling to believe that the perpetrator was Princess Sanwu. I looked around several times and couldn't find the culprit, so I just put my legs down in frustration.

Probably seeing that I had found my way back, Princess Sanwu thought for a while and suddenly handed the book over again.

"Yes, yes...are you giving it to me?"

I was so excited that I couldn't even speak clearly.

Nod, nod.

"But...but is it really okay to give someone like me this kind of thing? I have just desecrated the text. Am I really qualified to accept such a precious thing?"

My legs softened, as if I had been a devout believer all my life. Now I was dying, and my lamp had run out of oil. On my deathbed, I suddenly saw God coming to greet me, illuminated by countless angels and stars. Same as myself.

Nod, nod.

Seeing Princess Sanwu's statement, I quickly stretched out my hands excitedly, wanting to take it, but I stopped mid-air and noticed something. I quickly retracted it, wiped it clean on my clothes, and then stretched it out again with a slight trembling. , holding the book.

At this moment, I feel that what I have received is not a book, but a heavy piece of civilization and a final party dues. I believe that at this time, the hearts of Princess Sanwu and I are both pure and flawless. It was as if he had been bathed in the holy light, and the whole room was overflowing with the bright light of civilization.

"Sir, are you up?" At this time, Vilas's voice suddenly appeared outside the door. She opened the tent door and walked in, holding a plate in her hand with a bowl, bowl and spoon on it.

"You haven't had breakfast yet. Today is a special one..." Vilas put the plate on the table, picked up the spoon skillfully, scooped out the fragrant breakfast from the bowl, and poured it into the bowl. At this moment, the voice Suddenly paused.

Those beautiful black eyes stared at me and Princess Sanwu without blinking. To be precise, her eyes fell on the book that was still held in our hands by the two of us with solemn and sacred faces.

Silently, motionless, the spoon in his hand fell down, which was particularly jarring in the quiet tent.

It's strange. There's something wrong with Vilas's reaction. Usually when she sees the Duke of Beasts, she would immediately lower her head shyly, not daring to take another look. What happened this time.

Could it be...there's something wrong with the title of the book?

What needs to be added is that Princess Sanwu and I held the four corners of the book respectively and let the book stand on its side, causing the front of the book to be facing the tent door. In other words, from Vilas's point of view, I can see the cover clearly, but I have to turn my head to see the front of the book.

What is written on it? Although I don’t have optimistic hopes, I was still shocked as I read on slowly.

"Beast Duke Series Side Story No. 87 - The Duke and the Dog Collar, the Correct Way to Train and Raise a Beginning Dog Girl"

I:"……"

Vilas: "..."

I seem to understand a little bit why Vilas’s reaction was so big.

"Sir...it turns out that...you have...this kind of hobby." Vilas took a step back.

No, no, no, Vilas, you misunderstood, you definitely misunderstood something!

"There's nothing I can do...I can't help it. After all, adults are men. They all like...all like this kind of thing...Don't worry, I...I won't...won't..." Vilas's eyes flickered. Tears.

They said no, you misunderstood.

The more anxious I became, the more speechless I became.

"But...but could it be...could it be that your Excellency wants...to put...the book...the...those...those...strange things you see in the book...want to...do something to me...to me... …Do something weird?”

No, absolutely not, Vilas, you have to believe me!

I was so anxious that my face turned red, and I stammered and didn't know what to say first. Because of this, Vilas misunderstood and thought that she had guessed it right. It was because of my guilty conscience that my face turned red.

"Sir...Sir...Sir..." Vilas took a step back again, suddenly picked up the plate, turned around quickly and ran away in tears.

"Sir or something...a super pervert!!"

In the blue sky, Vilas's words echoed for a long time, condensing and never dissipating.

At least leave me breakfast, Vilas!

I desperately stretched out my hand to grab the back of Vilas, but my steps were like jelly, and I couldn't take a step forward. I could only watch in stunned silence as Vilas disappeared together with the breakfast.

"It's all your fault."

No matter how sacred the words are, for me, Vilas and her breakfast are the most sacred things now, so I decisively regarded the book in my hand as a naughty card and slammed it on the table again.

"And this is a mass-printed version! It's a mass-produced product! It's not a manuscript that you wrote out stroke by stroke!"

My eyes glanced at the cover of the book for a moment, and I raised the table again and roared, wishing that there were three Empire State Buildings in front of me for me to vent my anger.

"I told you, can't you wake me up in a normal way?"

Back to the topic, I think it is necessary to teach this little princess the correct outlook on life and the correct way to wake people up.

Although I don't seem qualified to teach others in this regard.

"Although it's a pity, it's a pity that I didn't come up with the solution." Princess Sanwu responded indifferently.

"Hey, who is that... No, you are so sorry before that!" I grabbed the mistress and wanted to slap her on the butt. At this time, the tent was opened again. Along with the dazzling morning sun, a long black shadow came in.

This... this kind of mysterious atmosphere that only bosses have, could it be the behind-the-scenes instigation that Princess Sanwu just said?

I swallowed nervously, stared at the shadow, and walked in step by step.

The tent was closed again and the light dimmed. After seeing the shadow clearly, I was stunned, then turned my head away, and continued to hold the struggling Princess Sanwu on my lap, wanting to spank her.

"Don't ignore this arrogant horse like this." The little King Arthur drew out his sword neatly and put it away. Not only did he save Princess Sanwu, but he also made me fall down on the bed and roll on the bed, covering my forehead.

"You...you guy, you take action out of nowhere, you are truly a cruel king."

After finally stopping the bleeding, I sat up. I stared at the little King Arthur, thinking about how to train her to wield a sword at every turn.

"I heard from Princess Sanwu that you are the one behind the scenes, right?" I leaned my upper body forward slightly, rested my elbows on the table, put my chin on the back of my hands, and instantly transformed into Commander Ikari.

"That's right, it's Subenangda." Little King Arthur's eyes also became deeper. In an instant, the atmosphere became like two gangsters negotiating with each other, and the scene was full of gunpowder.

"Why do you do this? It's such a meaningless thing." My eyes deepened again, and I was about to reach the point of discussing human nature and philosophy.

"Humph, this is for revenge, revenge!" Little King Arthur raised his sword high.

"revenge?"

"Yes, could it be that he has forgotten what he said the day before yesterday and what he did to Ben Ang?"

"The day before yesterday?" I suddenly clapped my hands and remembered.

It seemed that this was indeed the case. When she woke up one time, she saw little King Arthur sleeping soundly, so he got excited and kept making weird laughter in her ears, muttering something, which gave her nightmares all night long.

I remember that the word "ru" was muttered repeatedly at that time.