“assassin！”

Alice Fell exclaimed, her hands involuntarily grabbing Saber's shirt. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Saber patted Alice Phil on the shoulder, but did not pull out the "invisible sword", but just asked: "Queen of the Demon Realm, you are ......"

"I'm not here for you. ”

Skaha pointed his gun forward, surrounded by the remains of a field of demons, which Caster used as a shield to block the former's attacks.

"Caster is my prey and my master's target for killing, and I've been looking for him for the past few days. You don't want to rob me of my prey, Saber. ”

"Don't come and get in the way of me and my holy woman, assassin!"

Before Saber could reply, Caster's roar of great rage broke through the dust.

"If Saber really was the Joan of Arc, I wouldn't be puzzled, but unfortunately—"

At this point, Skaha's eyes showed one sarcasm and two sympathy.

"Saber and Joan of Arc are very similar, but she's not the Joan of Arc you love. ”

"Similar? How similar?"

Alice Field's curiosity was aroused by Skaha's words, and her doubts were exactly what Saber wanted to ask, and even Caster temporarily suppressed his anger.

Skaha tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "The historical status is equal, one is the salvation saint of France, and the other is the salvation king of Britain. The same is true for the appearance, especially the face, which is almost identical, I observed the saint through clairvoyance more than 600 years ago, and if my memory is not wrong, you only have a slight difference in the color of your eyes. But the most similar thing is that you are all people with strong personalities and noble hearts. ”

"I see. ”

Saber nodded thoughtfully, her face much less cold, and she said to Caster in the most solemn manner.

"I don't know much about you and the Holy Maiden, but I'm sorry, I'm not your Holy Maiden. ”

Strangely, after listening to Saber and Skaha's words, Caster not only did not have the slightest disappointment, but looked happy and intoxicated.

"Ah, my holy woman, your gentleness is still so intoxicating. But rest assured, even if God's injustice blinds your heart and loses your memory, you are still the same you, and I will definitely break God's shackles and save you. ”

Caster was completely insane - whether Saber, Alice Fell, or Skaha came to that conclusion at the same time.

The guy didn't hear Saber and Skaha at all, or wasn't going to listen in the first place. As for Saber, he just casually made a conclusion based on his own fantasies, and he was convinced of it. The caster, who was dominated by this thought, listened to nothing.

"Looks like there's not much more to say. Skaha switched from a single-handed gun to a two-handed gun, and the already cold temperature in the mountains became even more biting, "Saber, Miss Alice Field—"

It didn't take Scajado to say, Saber had understood what she was thinking.

"Good luck to you, Queen of the Shadow Country. ”

After saying that, Saber pulled Alice Phil into the sports car, skillfully geared up, and drove away - compared to the new driver Alice Phil, Saber, who has A-level riding skills and can control almost all means of transportation, is a real veteran driver, and he is called a skilled driver.

"Wait, Joan of Arc!"

"Your opponent is me!"

Caster stretched out his hand to stop him, but was forced back by Skaha's shot, and could only watch the goddess in his mind go away.

It wasn't until the pure white sports car disappeared into the night that Caster turned around and glared at Skaha viciously with a look of utter hatred, as if to crush her to ashes.

"Is that you, is that you, God's lackey, the scoundrel who will stop me from meeting with the Holy Maiden again! You have separated us once, and now you want to stop us, give me death, death, death!"

Anger and hatred deteriorated into substance, emanating from the magic book in Caster's hand, giving birth to countless monsters that did not belong to this world.

The first sound of death, as if countless small monsters made of sea anemones and coral appeared along with the black demonic mist.

The second sound, the huge tentacles like octopuses and squid came out of the ground and danced wildly.

The third sound of death, an indescribable, indescribable, disgusting monster descended from the sky, not a creature of earth, but a maddeningly terrifying creature from the dark universe.

Demons Dance!

Faced with a scene that was enough to break the hearts of ordinary people, Skaha's heart not only had any negative emotions, but also revealed a kind of heartfelt joy.

Tangible magic flowed through Skaha's hands as the scarlet spear seemed to burn from a distance.

"Finally, we can have a good fight. ”

The exhaled breath brought up the corner of the veil, and the moment the veil was raised, the circle of small monsters closest to Skaha all burst, as if someone had stuffed explosives in their stomachs, and the martial arts were blown up, and the minced meat was splashed everywhere.

In the disgusting filth of the sky, the Skaha spears were combined like sharp arrows from a siege bed crossbow, mercilessly crashing into the caster's monster array.

The dismal fate of their companions did not deter the other monsters, and the summoners, driven forward one after another, filling Skaha's vision like a tidal wave.

Skaha has no fear, and no matter how large the rabble is, it will not pose a threat to the truly powerful.

The magic spear stabbed out, and a tentacle burst.

The magic spear swept away, and the five small monsters flew upside down in embarrassment.

The magic spear connected the dots, and the disgusting monster was also quite seriously injured.

In just a few minutes, dozens of monsters had fallen under Skaha's gun.

However, this is only a drop in the bucket compared to the huge army of monsters.

Monsters with tentacles keep spawning new tentacles where they are cut off.

A new, identical monster was born from the ruined remains of the monster.

What's even more troublesome is that the sea of filthy blood that is constantly spreading outward is still pouring new reinforcements.

Under the continuous summoning of troops, the distance between Skaha and Caster not only did not close, but became more and more distant.

"O lackey of God, be consumed by my wrath!"

In the endless darkness, the humanoid demon holding the human skin magic guide book screamed sharply and piercingly.

As if from hell.

ps: "I'm not a lackey of God, I'm a godkiller." "-by-Shijiang