C8 Fighting in the Devil's Cave(part Ii)

The boy felt himself strapped to some kind of operating table. He couldn't move, but the world kept shaking.

Waves after waves of surging waves.

The sky darkened, and lights and shadows flickered alternately.

He wanted to vomit, but his stomach was empty. Only then did the youth remember that he hadn't eaten in a long time.

Time seemed to go back to that time filled with painful memories.

— — The situation had never changed. There was only anger growing day by day.

"Well?" In the haze, a voice called out.

"No." Hypnosis had no effect. This brat had been talking nonsense, talking about [Father], talking about [Revenge against God]. another voice said.

"[Revenge on God]?" "There is no god left in this world."

No? You're wrong.

Arthur's hazy consciousness wanted to retort, but his brain was being affected by the medicine, he only felt that his world was being turned upside down, unable to speak.

There was only one [God] left in this world. The master of Karma (Fate).

On the [Kama's Seat], the god would always sneer disdainfully at the youth.

God always, mercifully stretched out his hands and cruelly took away the boy's everything. After snatching it away, he would continue to mock the youth's weakness.

Why? Because you have the power, you can do whatever you want? Because they had the strength, they could bully the weak?

This God alone was unforgivable.

He absolutely had to defeat him!

"Ah!" Arthur woke up with a start, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. He looked around and saw that he was still in the dark cell.

"A dream?" The cold stone room made it impossible for him to sleep. Perhaps that was why he had such nightmares.

He wiped his eyes and saw a teardrop. That could not be considered a drop of water, maybe it was just a hint of tears, but Arthur was stunned.

Dragon tears. Tears of remorse. The Avenger's tears.

"This …." How is this possible?! The boy's eyes widened in disbelief. He, who had no feelings, could not shed tears.

"Heh heh, does he look so energetic?" A familiar voice interrupted the boy's thoughts.

"Merlin?" Arthur turned and asked. He recognized the mysterious magician from the voice.

The speaker was a crow on the windowsill. The bird's glossy black feathers shone with magic in the moonlight. The mage was manipulating the bird with some kind of magic.

"I was busy with other things and had to send Demonic Envoy to inform you. The crow cawed, and spoke until it was broken. However, Arthur was able to understand: "There is a strong photonic reaction coming from your body, although I am unable to determine what it is, but I think it is something like a [barrier]." "

"A barrier?" Arthur replied disapprovingly.

Any force field that can bind photons (magic) within a certain range can be called a barrier. This is a very general statement, and even the blade of the lightsaber can be said to be made of a barrier made of photons.

Merlin's ambiguous explanation could only make Arthur more confused, it could not help the matter in the slightest. Magicians were all eccentric people who thought that they understood the profoundness and profoundness of magic, so they thought that others understood it as well.

"This barrier doesn't absorb photons from the surrounding atmosphere, much less from your own body." This barrier was something created from nothing. It violated the principle of equal exchange and the existence of the laws of nature. It could very well be a [miracle] existence. "

"[Miracle]?" Arthur was even more confused now.

"Anyway, it's too early to say." I'll keep watching for a while longer. "Merlin's Demonic Envoy flapped his wings and prepared to leave. "

"Wait a minute..." Take me out of here, "Arthur wanted to say more, but Demonic Envoy had already flown far away." Save me … "

Looking at the mass of black feathers the crow had dropped, the youth sighed. He looked at his bandages again. The battle with the Cyclops was indeed not a dream.

"At least he's alive." the boy muttered reassuringly.

"Is that something to rejoice about?" The masked man came in from outside the dungeon door, stopped in front of the cell, dropped a moldy loaf of bread, and sneered through the bars. With you like this, how can you still be optimistic and say something like "fortunately I'm still alive"? "

Arthur gnawed on his bread and said sulkily, "I will, I won't give up until the end." How could he die in this kind of place without knowing why? I still have dreams to fulfill. "

But in exchange for the masked man's sarcasm, he said, "Oh?" People like you have dreams? You don't even have feelings. Unafraid, not even alive. You're just a puppet. "

"--" Empty shell without soul.

As if his thoughts had been seen through, the youth was enraged.

"No." "He swallowed the bread in a few gulps, and, enduring the smell of mildew, denied loudly," "I'm just …"

"But what?!" "

"But it was taken away, and all this —" Halfway through his sentence, his tone clearly flinched.

[Feelings taken away by God] This kind of thing, no one would believe. Explaining to others was futile, and would only be treated as a fool once more.

The masked man looked at Arthur with disdain. From the cloth bag that covered his face, his two eyes emitted a faint dignified light.

"When you fought the Cyclops, did you experience the terror of death?" the masked man demanded.

"I don't know." Arthur muttered. He could not deny it, and could only use [unknown] to fool around.

"Humph." Weird guy. Let's see how far you can go. The masked man turned and walked away. But something fell from his cloak and rolled to the boy's feet.

Picking up the metal cylinder to take a look, Arthur realized that it was a light sword.

The youth heaved a sigh of relief as the light sword emitted a green light. This was the radiance of hope for Arthur in this desperate situation.