Mythical Invasion of the Heavens

184 Slaughter
A player actually died. The first thing Lin Yuan did was to quietly scan the area.

Everyone was normal or stunned. They seemed to be old players, so the one who died was probably a player who hadn't played the game for a long time.

The sound of clanging sword strikes continued.

If this goes on like this, it will definitely be exhausted to death. Finally, some players couldn't help it. A mouthful of red flames spewed out and burned to the leader of the guard army, burning him to ashes. He will never be resurrected now.

The flames hit the leader of the guard army.

The other players couldn't help it anymore, some released thunder, some turned the guards into gravel, and some turned into five-meter giants, ready to trample one to death.

"Hmph, it really is a spy from a neighboring country, even the magicians have been sent in, and the magician group is attacking!" The leader of the guard army snorted coldly.

Guys wearing cloaks and surging magic appeared on the city wall. They released all kinds of magic to focus on these special people.

[System prompt: A player has been killed!Remaining players: 18]

[System prompt: A player has been killed!Remaining players: 17]

[System prompt: A player has been killed!Remaining players: 16]

……

[System prompt: A player has been killed!Remaining players: 10]

Continuous system prompts sounded in the player's ears. This method of confrontation is obviously not the right way.

Twenty players, now only ten are left.

The magician was about to set fire to kill the remaining knights, Lin Yuan blurted out hastily: "Wait a minute, I don't know about them, but the three of us are really not spies!"

The leader of the guard army waved his hand, and all the offensives were slowed down.

"Then what is the purpose of your coming?" The leader held a long sword, and if Lin Yuan answered wrongly, he raised the sword and dropped it.

"I'm here for the contest."

After saying this, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. To be honest, he didn't know if the Sword in the Stone appeared or not. Anyway, it must be right to participate in the competition.

According to the myth, the city held an annual tournament.

The same was true in the year when the sword in the stone came, but the legend of the king of the archipelago was spread everywhere when the sword was pulled out.

The scale of the competition is unprecedentedly large. Except for the people inside the city who tried it at the beginning, other people can only obtain the qualification to pull the sword in the stone by participating in the annual competition. It is worth mentioning that the competition is life and death, and cannot withdraw.

That is to say, even though you have participated and are qualified to draw your sword, you will die if you are not careful.

"It seems that you, a foreigner, are also trying to pull out the sword in the stone?"

The leader of the guard put his sword back into its scabbard, glanced at the remaining 300 people, and asked, "Are you the same?"

"Um, that's right, we don't know these dead people at all."

At the critical moment, these knights' acting skills were also superb.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the leader of the guard army, and he said lightly: "I believe that there are spies among you. If there are any reports, I can give you an extra chance to draw the sword in the stone."

In fact, he knew in his heart that as long as he couldn't pull it out once, it would be useless to pull it out several times.

"..."

After the silence, some knights took the lead to report. Although they also knew that this number of times had no effect, they were lucky in their hearts. Anyway, if they pulled out a few more times, what if they succeeded?
No matter how bad it is, you can report a few casually now, and you can also rule out a few opponents.

At one time, dozens of people clamored to report others.

"This guy has mischievous eyebrows all the way, and there are problems at first sight."

"I reported it. I saw this person secretly writing a letter. It must have been addressed to a neighboring country."

"Nonsense, you are the spy. I saw you interacting with people from neighboring countries with my own eyes."

The reports of dozens of people set off a lot of counter-reports, quarreling with each other, involving hundreds of people, and only more than 100 people remained calm and did not respond.

This time Lin Yuan clearly felt a killing intent again, which soon dissipated.

This time he believed he had not misjudged.

Some people want to use this opportunity to report themselves, so as to kill people with a knife, but why did they disappear?

In the end, no one reported the three of them, probably because they were the first to speak.

"Okay, are these the people you mentioned?"

The leader of the guard army looked serious, and seemed to be in extreme anger.

"That's right, these are the people."

The knights pointed at each other, revealing their ugliness.

The leader of the guard army drew out his long sword and said coldly: "Anyone who reports others will be killed!"

The guards rushed forward and killed all these knights without any explanation.

"Slandering others, greedy for profit, unfair, selfish, unworthy of being a knight, even if there are spies among the remaining people, they are much better than you."

The leader said indifferently: "The three of you, 120, all came from the outside world. It is reasonable to say that there are spies. I should put you in the dungeon for interrogation. But the competition is coming, so you can do it yourself. If you want to commit crimes, there will be no mercy."

After that, the dozens of guards left the street, and the magicians on the city wall disappeared.

Those who survived were terrified. Hundreds of people were killed just like that.

What the hell is this place.

Now give them money to make them make trouble, they dare not, these guards are invincible.

Along the way, you can see these knights saying hello to the civilians submissively, apologizing if they accidentally bump into them, and chasing after them to ask if there is anything wrong.

Among the 120 three, there are still ten players.

Lin Yuan couldn't tell the difference either, but he was sure that there was someone who was hostile to him.

These knights first planned to go to the church to have a look. There were ten knights in golden armor outside the church. They were the most powerful people in the city, and they would also participate in the competition.

But they have already drawn the sword in the stone, and this participation is just an annual habit.

Ten knights stood guard at the door of the church, in case someone of them went in early and drew their swords. Lin Yuan found that this myth was different, but it was more real. In the myth, anyone could draw a sword. If this was true, the person who drew the sword would not be hurt Is it aimed at?
Now this kind of competition is only to participate in the competition. After the competition is over, they start to draw their swords one by one. Except for the city lord and the bishop, no one outside knows the result.

Ten knights stood guard around the church. Through the opened gate, one could see a simple long sword inserted into a square stone.

The long sword does not have any patterns or decorations, it is just an ordinary sword, like a stone on the side of the road.

For some reason, Lin Yuan felt that this was a sword, and those meaningless patterns had become a burden. This simple sword had a special charm.

Thinking that this is the sword that will be worn by King Arthur in the future, he felt a surge of emotion.

After looking at it for a while, there was no special place, and the knights scattered to find a tavern to live in.

Lin Yuan touched his body, the hundreds of gold coins he picked up when he came out of Solaru City were still there.

Finally got a place to stay tonight.

I just don't know what kind of place this is. Could it be a memory playback? That's not right. These people are literally dead.

(End of this chapter)