socalfunplaces Chapter 303 The Plan That Will Eventually Begin!
Chapter 303 The Plan That Will Eventually Begin!
"Thank you—thank you so much—thank you—tinue—ah—sayonara—"
The sound of Hanlu drifted down from the sky, carrying a lighthearted, smug quality that made one's teeth itch with a sense of smugness and self-satisfaction.
Under the watchful, almost blood-bleeding gazes of Captain Britain's troops, the Queen—the elegant and noble Sarah Finney—
At this moment, she looked like a little girl whose beloved toy had been snatched away, her eyes reddening, her lips trembling slightly, staring in disbelief at the man in the sky who was letting go of her and leaving like a thief who had arrogantly made his way out after getting what he wanted.
Her fingers gripped the scepter tightly, her knuckles as white as bone.
The gem at the top of the scepter trembled slightly, emitting a low hum, as if it were weeping for its master.
Of course, since she had never liked this man from the beginning, what she was really angry about now was not him.
It was the blonde little girl with a cowlick next to her.
The little girl was wearing a classic British-style long dress with delicate rose patterns embroidered on the hem, and white ruffles swaying gently in the wind.
She held a hamburger in one hand—the hamburger had already taken a big bite out, and lettuce and sauce were spilling out from the edges, sticking to her fingers.
As she chewed, her cheeks bulging like a hamster's, she curiously observed England and the man beside her.
Uh, Master, I guess.
"Cold Dew—!!"
The Queen's voice was forced out from the depths of her throat, sharp as a knife, carving an invisible rift in the sky above the British cosmos.
"You don't need to speak so loudly—"
Hanlu didn't even turn her head, simply waving casually, her posture as relaxed as if she were saying goodbye to an old friend. "As long as you call my name, no matter which universe you're in, I can hear you. Bye-bye—"
Clearly, the man who had gotten the better deal and was now acting innocent quickly left the place.
His body, like a shooting star, crashed directly through the celestial canopy of the British universe—
That barrier, made of countless crystals and strong enough to withstand cosmic-level impacts, was torn apart like a thin sheet of paper in front of him.
A huge, irregular crack was left in the sky, with wisps of smoke still rising from its edges.
Then, he disappeared.
All that was left were the heartbroken crowd.
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As is widely known, there is an unwritten rule in Tibet and Mongolia: if you can fit a yak into the trunk of your car, then the yak is yours.
Similarly, in a steel pipe factory, if you can lift a steel pipe by hand, it means that the steel pipe is yours.
And now-
If you can, under the watchful eye of Merlin, who is of omnipotent cosmic caliber, directly remove the artifact left behind by the opponent, then this weapon—
It's yours now.
But the Queen didn't understand.
Why? Why? Just because of this bastard?
Is it because of that so-called "god of civilization" concept?
That's not right either—concepts can yield to more powerful concepts!
As the origin of magic, the Sword in the Stone is technically a part of magic, and theoretically should be under the jurisdiction of an entity of Merlin's caliber.
The results of it?
Why don't you just fart?
I've brought so many people to pull you down, and you still won't give me any face—
How come nowadays, if any man comes along and touches you, you immediately turn into a cute girl and run off with him?
Ah—yes, a cute girl.
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Outside the canopy.
An almost invisible observer—Wa Tu—was lying on the sky, his entire body pressed against the transparent crystalline wall, his limbs outstretched, like a flattened gecko.
His big-headed doll head was pressed tightly against the crystal surface, its glowing eyes wide open, its posture quite unnatural, like a child who was watching a thrilling drama but was forcibly turned off by his parents and had to cry and beg.
"let me see!"
Frog's voice was muffled, coming through the crystal wall with an almost pleading tone.
Finally—a crack appeared in the sky.
Hanlu emerged from the crack, followed by the blonde little girl.
Frog's large, cataract-filled eyes, which had briefly paused, instantly lit up again—
It wasn't an empty, emotionless light, but rather the kind of sparkling, inquisitive light one gets when seeing the biggest scandal of the year.
"Oh my god—Hanlu!" Wa Tu's voice rose eight octaves, and he sprang up from the crystal wall, floating in front of Hanlu. His big-headed doll face was full of curiosity. "What exactly did you experience in there? And this person next to you—uh—this person—"
His shining eyes paused for a moment, and he pointed uncertainly at the little girl in front of him.
I don't know why—
The other person was clearly such a vivid little girl, alive, moving, chewing a hamburger, and even blinking—
But why did he feel like the other person could just raise their hand and knock him out?
The feeling wasn't fear, but rather an instinctive, conceptual alertness.
It's like a rabbit spotting the shadow of an eagle circling overhead—
Although the shadow was still far away, the rabbit was already stiff with rage.
Multiverse—cosmic level, perhaps?
This is probably the lowest version already, right?
In an instant, countless observers connected to the frog diagram also received this message at the same time, and then fell into a brief pause.
Those big-headed dolls in robes scattered throughout every corner of the omnipotent universe froze at that moment, as if a pause button had been pressed.
While traveling, I stumbled upon a multiverse-level combatant?
And they seem to have a good relationship?
"ah--"
Hanlu scratched her head, her tone as casual as if she were talking about what she had for breakfast that day. "Nothing much. There's a sword in the stone in this universe, I heard it's very powerful, so I tried to pull it out."
Unable to refuse their kind offer, they gave it to me—like the Master beside me.
The little blonde girl, Saber-haired King, proudly raised her neck.
Her chin was slightly raised, and her emerald green eyes held an innate pride that permeated her very being.
Her back was ramrod straight, and a section of her fair collarbone was visible at the neckline of her round skirt, while her golden ahoge swayed gently in the wind.
But it was obvious—she was a whole head shorter than Hanlu.
Her petite figure looked especially adorable standing next to Hanlu, who was 1.85 meters tall.
Especially since she was holding a half-eaten hamburger, with a bit of ketchup on her lips, and her cheeks were bulging out—
That scene was so cute that you just wanted to pat her head.
Of course, please ignore her little fist that could easily knock you out.
As we all know, one of the most popular elements in second-generation games is—
Even if you haven't played Fate or Type-Moon related works, you'll still know the beautiful story of our Saber.
Now, although Hanlu has never played these games, it doesn't stop him from throwing all his impressions and concepts of the other party into it, and that's how he created this thing.
With her multiverse-level protection, she wields a sword in the stone, chasing after enemies and even capable of killing her own single-universe-level clone.
I felt more pleasant than ever before during the Cold Dew season.
If we carefully calculate his troop deployment—
It has itself in the multiverse, and there's also the Saber King next to it.
There are many single-universe-level examples.
Let's set aside the ongoing love-hate relationship between Puni and Sorenson for now, and just consider the mechanical-headed Lugurgos, Thor, Captain America, Sentry, Adam (an old friend), and the squad…
...Uh, I wonder if Loki, our God of Stories who has lost his prestige, counts?
I think it counts, right?
Anyway, Hanlu feels like she's almost reached the peak of her excitement.
However, the real game should begin now.
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In the distance, that mechanical head—
Lukurgos—who knows when, had appeared beside Hanlu.
His metallic body gleamed with a cold luster under the starlight, and the hydraulic systems at his joints emitted a faint hissing sound.
The pair of optical lenses, emitting a pale blue light, rotated slightly, aiming at the ahoge (cowlick) next to it.
His posture was elegant and gentlemanly, with a slight bow, as if he were bowing to a distinguished lady.
The Saber King glanced at him, his emerald green eyes filled with an indescribable wariness.
She moved closer to Hanlu, gripping the hamburger in her hand even tighter.
Hanlu raised her hand.
An invisible barrier unfolded from his palm, like a transparent wall, blocking Frog Tu's searchlight-like gaze.
Frog's eyes widened instantly.
"Hey—hey—no—!"
His fist slammed into that invisible barrier, making a dull thud.
But the barrier remained completely still, without even a ripple.
His big-headed doll face was pressed against the barrier, his nose was flattened, and his shining eyes were full of grievance.
Hanlu ignored him.
He turned around to face his team.
The barrier separated the inside from the outside, creating two separate worlds.
Inside, it was as quiet as the deep sea, while outside, the wailing of the frogs grew fainter and fainter.
"Good boy—" Hanlu reached out and patted the head of the aloof king, the action as natural as petting a cat. "Go eat your food, I'll give you something to eat. The adults want to chat."
The Saber King raised his head and looked at him with an almost contemptuous gaze.
Those emerald green eyes seemed to say, "Don't you know what level of master I am?"
She—she's a god-level being on a cosmic scale!
You see, the instant this universe descended, she already knew a lot about this world, such as the knowledge about her own sword.
but--
She's only giving him face because the person in front of her is both her Master and her Creator, okay?
Hanlu snapped her fingers.
A series of delicious foods suddenly appeared in front of Saber-haired King—
Steaming hot fish and chips, golden roast chicken, a mountain of cream cake, and a large plate of expensive-looking French desserts whose name I didn't know. The aroma of the food filled the air, so rich it felt almost tangible.
The little dog's nose twitched.
Her gaze fell on the pile of food, then she looked up at Hanlu, then looked down at the food again.
Her lips pursed slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned down unconsciously, as if she were making a final struggle.
Then--
She remembered the mashed potatoes that Gao Wen had made for her years ago.
Yes, that's the taste.
The little hairy king's mental defenses completely collapsed. Like a cat that had seen catnip, she pounced on it, grabbed a chicken leg with both hands, and took a big bite.
"Ugh—!"
Her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, her cheeks were bulging, and her mouth was greasy.
The golden ahoge (cowlick) on its head swayed happily, like an antenna receiving a signal of happiness.
Hanlu looked at her, and the smile on her lips slowly widened.
Then he turned around, his gaze piercing through the transparent barrier and landing on the blue planet in the distance.
Starlight shimmered in his pupils, like shattered diamonds scattered into a deep pool.
"That's about it." His voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to himself.
Lukurgos stood beside him, silent. His profile was reflected in the optical lens, as if awaiting the next instruction.
Outside the barrier, Frog Tu was still knocking on the glass.
His voice grew fainter and fainter, until it disappeared into the distance at the edge of the starry sky.
Cold Dew did not turn back.
He simply looked at that blue planet, at that land he had visited countless times, fought countless times, and saved countless times.
There was a very light, almost invisible tenderness in his eyes.
"Let's go," he said.
Then he took the first step.
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