This is a bureau proposed by "Bai Yigong" and set up by his second-generation dependents "Bai Yu".

To put it bluntly, create a perfect opportunity to use "White Feather" itself as bait to fish out the Clone team, and then eat this young unit belonging to Barsermero.

The best thing about the whole bureau is that all the information is true, including the fact that the "White Wing Prince" went to Las Vegas to visit Van Tam, and the most crucial place is that the "White Wing Prince" took a direct flight to Italy arranged by Van Feim.

"The White Winged Duke" Turfan Mu Ottenroche, one of the oldest Dead Apostles, the King of the Dead Apostles - although only nominal, to receive this name is enough to show his strength.

In fact, whether it is an enemy or a friend, whether it is the Magic Society, the Templar Church, or the circle of the Dead Apostles themselves, it is recognized that this old monster, whose age is measured in millennia, is one of the top powerhouses in the world. (Excluding the Mercury Spider ORT, which can directly destroy the surface of the earth, it is a pity that few people know its true strength.) ）

In the eyes of the dependents and subordinates of "White Wing Gong", he is a god.

In the eyes of the enemies of the "White Wing Gong", he is a demon that brings terror and is an unfathomable monster.

Now, this monster's sledgehammer stands in front of the Clone team, blocking the retreat of the whole team.

"Tevanmu Ottenroche!"

Seeing the iconic white pillar of light, the "chariot" that led the team to open the way instantly changed its face.

Although he had received the news that the "White Wing Gong" had arrived and was mentally prepared for a desperate battle, when he really met this one, the psychology of the "chariot" was still inevitably panicked.

The number two of the brigade is still like this, not to mention the other members. Especially the eight recruits, their legs were all shaking, and it was a miracle to be able to stand.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, the name of "White Winged Gong" is too loud. It feels like a fledgling software company competing with the hegemon Microsoft on the computer manipulation system, and it is not a dimensional existence at all.

Seeing the trembling appearance of the Clone brigade, the "White Feather", who had lost more than twenty dependents, felt a burst of joy in his heart.

Taking advantage of his father's prestige, "Bai Yu" shouted: "The rude magician dares to call his father's name, and he does not apologize for his sin with death." ”

This shout only strengthened the will of the "chariot", and he raised his left hand and signaled everyone to prepare for battle—there were no bad breeds in the Clone brigade, and the members of Barthomero would not bow to the Dead Apostles.

"What a guts!"

A hint of murderous intent appeared in the eyes of "White Feather", and he was about to call the only remaining family members to attack, but he heard a sound of "stop" coming from the pure white pillar of light.

Hearing his father's order, "White Feather" immediately put away all his emotions, bowed his head, and got out of the way.

For all the Dead Apostles, the imperatives of the superior relatives are absolute and cannot be disobeyed.

The next second that "White Feather" got out of the way, the white pillar of light that lingered around "White Wing" spread forward without warning, as if intending to engulf the entire Clone team with a single blow.

"Joint defense!" "Chariot" has bloodshot eyes, supporting the magic barrier as quickly as possible, and he is an expert in defense magic.

Under his leadership, the magicians quickly launched joint defenses, opening barriers with magic barriers, and providing various buffs without barriers. Everyone contributes according to the instinct carved into their bodies, and the entire clone brigade acts as a single unit, working together to resist the attack of the Dead King.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a minute, maybe it was ten minutes, and the white light containing powerful destructive power gradually dissipated. At this time, the magicians were already sweating, and many of them were covered in blood because their magic exceeded the limit that the magic circuit could bear.

The only constant is the expression on the faces of the magicians, who, between life and death, forget to be afraid, forget to tremble, and work together to resist a strong enemy, including newcomers to the battlefield for the first time.

"Not bad. "Bai Yigong" said lightly, and he didn't sound annoyed by the futility of the blow.

Of course, he felt annoyed, because this was the situation he had created single-handedly, and the blow just now was also carefully calculated, otherwise with his strength, no matter how united the Clone team was, it would be impossible for all members to survive.

The reason why this was done was to test the hearts and strength of these magicians, and the results of the test made "White Wing Gong" very satisfied.

He moved a few meters forward, looking down condescendingly at the young magicians:

"You guys, that's good. ”

"There's even better. "Chariot" said with a stalk around his neck, and now he has let it go.

"I'm looking forward to it. But before then, I have a word for you—" The tone of the White Winged Male remained unchanged, "—would you like to be my servant and serve me?"

This is the true intention of the "White Winged Prince", and it is also the reason why he traveled thousands of miles from Las Vegas to the Po River Plain.

He really wanted to "eat" this magician army, but this "eating" has two meanings, killing all of them is "eating", and absorbing them for their own use is also "eating". If the Clone team's performance does not satisfy "White Wing", it is the former way of eating, and if it is satisfied, it is the latter.

Obviously, this force, which took a lot of thought on the part of Loreleia and Shinji, made the Dead Apostle King, who had always been picky, very satisfied, and moved his mind to recruit them.

In response, "chariot" responds with a pronoun, which translates into Chinese as onomatopoeia—"phew!"

"Bold—"

"Bai Yu"'s rebuke was once again stopped by his "father".

"It's a pity, I thought you were a commander who loves your subordinates, but it seems that I was wrong. ”

"No, you're not wrong. Chariot shook his head, "It's just that compared to being a dead man, it's still true death that is love." ”

"Do your subordinates think the same way?"

The pure white pillar of light still obscured the figure of the "White Wing Gong", but every magician present felt the oppressive gaze behind the pillar of light.

"Whoever is willing to stand up for my use, I can give him the glory of being my direct heir. ”

None of the magicians moved, and a few of the more bold ones learned the "chariot" method and replied with a "phew!"

As Loreleia's direct unit, the magician army born to hunt the Dead Apostles can be defeated and killed, but they can't turn their backs on humans and become the Dead Apostles!

"Barsermero's style is as stubborn as ever. "White Winged Gong's" voice cooled, "But it doesn't matter, no matter what you think, you will eventually be my brothers and sisters and be used by me." ”