Chapter 16: The Engraved Worm

"Is this the place you want to bring me here?" bersaker?"

Sneered and stopped the pace of pursuit, seeing that the enemy had given up on escaping, it was no surprise that it was a Kiri-taku. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

One of the founding royal families, responsible for the part of the spell, and one of the builders of the Holy Grail War.

It's also a clan that has gradually lost the bloodline of the demon path and no longer has the talent of a magician, right?

"So, what's going on here? Let me guess?"

Such a family, no matter how it declines, its strength can't be too bad. However, if you are afraid to move forward just because you will be strong, you are not a hero.

It is foolish to be reckless, but if you don't have confidence in yourself, you are sad.

Bersaker's arm was restored again in just a few seconds, and the master was right next to the supply of this mana, right?

But, sure enough, it didn't come out.,Like that Alice Fell or the young man next to the King of Conquest.,It's really something that can be met but not sought...

"The wind..."

If the enemy still hasn't moved, then just force them out.

Once again, six wind arrows are projected, and huge buildings are the best targets, even if it is a magician's workshop, in the face of this kind of attack, you have to activate the means of defense, right?

Rod sneered, looking at the building in the night.

Then, as expected, this wave of attacks did no damage.

Rising from the building was a wall of light, shaking violently, but it didn't crumble easily.

"Oh?"

However, if this level of defense is an impassable gully for modern magicians, it is too thin for ancient heroes.

To this extent, you want to use it as an ambush position? It's too shallow, isn't it?

Even Caster's workshop doesn't have room for such carelessness.

The master of the Bersaker can't be stupid enough to be this stupid, right?

Raising his hand indifferently, the sword slashed with green light, it didn't take much effort, as long as the sword released wind pressure, it would be enough to defeat this building, right? In that case, no matter what kind of technique was prepared on the building, as long as the building was destroyed, there would be no meaning.

This is the biggest shortcoming of the position.

So, it's not a big deal...

Narrowed his eyes slightly.

Will there be a backhand?

The answer is...

Just as the sword wind was about to crush the building, a ghostly light stopped the cyan wind.

Look, it's not that simple.

"Is this it..."

Emaciated, eccentric, more dwarf than human, the whole body contains majestic life and boiling death, this is a living dead, a monster playing hide and seek with time.

It's ugly.

"An immortal magician?"

Such an enemy is really difficult to deal with.

Rod glanced at Bersaker, and a guess slowly rose in his mind.

That's tactics? This guy is Bersaker's master, right?

Led me to this place, with such strength, I'm very confident...

But the old man smiled strangely.

"Heroic Spirit, why are you attacking my mansion?"

The hoarse voice, pretending to be humorous but as malicious as a steel knife scraping bones, vaguely seemed to be able to hear the sticky sound of worms wriggling.

If Caster is a netherworld horror, then this old man can be called a 'worm's den'.

Just by guessing and making first impressions, Rod saw through part of the essence of the old man.

Such an enemy is called a worm envoy...

It's not just hard to deal with, it's disgusting even worse.

There's no need to talk nonsense with this guy anymore, right? Just the engraved worm that was already wriggling on the old man's body was already slowly tilting towards malice.

“・・・”

Directly pulled out the throwing gun, Rod didn't want to talk nonsense even a word.

"Tsk, people who don't know how to be polite..."

Pouring down was a dark dark bullet, but unexpectedly, it was not as strong as expected.

What's going on?

Bersaker is also taking advantage of this opportunity to attack, the first round of attacks is the steel drill torn from the metal railing, the steel drill strengthened by magic is as dangerous as a spear, relatively speaking, even if a few magic bullets are hit, Rod will never want to taste the taste of being shot.

"Hmph..."

Sliding away from the first throwing spear, he waved the storm lord with his left hand and pulled out a gangfeng, and more than ten magic bullets failed to break through even this level of obstacle, I have to say that this magician's combat talent is really not very good. Generally speaking, the combat power of the immortals is unimaginably terrifying, right? It's too rare for a magician like this to be able to do even the basic magic attack part like this.

How could Rhodes, who despised his enemies, know that he was a person who pursued immortality to the point of attachment...

Such a person can't be strong... His strength is always relative...

"Drink!"

Jumping off the war horse, the moment he touched the ground, the force began to generate from the explosive muscle structure, passed the straight knee bend, passed the tendon of the calf to the forefoot, the force of the vibration was like a giant hammer to shatter the ground, and the reaction force provided made Rod disappear in place in an instant, with a frequency far exceeding twenty frames beyond human vision, rushing in front of the insect envoy, slashing the sword.

"Squeak!!!

Didn't hit.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes, and green blood scattered in the air, obviously not the color that humans would have, and the screams of insects before they died were as piercing as scraping steel blades with sharp teeth.

The insect envoy who has had his chest and abdomen cut off is just a thing that uses marker worms and magic to form a stand-in, and what really belongs to a human being...

It's disgusting...

Spun around and raised his sword to block Bersaker's slash, but he couldn't prevent the next shoulder impact, and the savage collision like a wild bull hit Rhodes directly in the chest.

Like a cannonball, Rhodes flew up and smashed through a wall and into the interior of the workshop.

"Careless..."

However, there were no injuries, but it was still a bad situation.

The building was filled with the rustling sound of insect wings vibrating.

Actually, Rhodes should have understood when he saw that insect envoy, right? This workshop is different from anything I've encountered before... It's not to summon monsters, it's not to provide magic power, and it has nothing to do with shelling arrays...

It's a veritable hive...

"Roar!!

・・・Add a black berserker!

Turning to attack, the blade of the spear drew a moon-white trajectory, but the sword turned into a dawning morning star, and Rhodes, who had two rings, and Lancelot, who had lost his mind, bombarded together again, and the shockwave from the intersection of the blades was almost about to turn into a visible aura of air, destroying the structure of the building with impunity.

"Wow, aa

I don't know who's shouting, it's a teenager's voice.

Is there anyone else? this place?

What kind of offspring will a magician who uses insects and evil magic have?

Rod sneered.

"Roar, ahhhh

Bersaker repeated his old trick, sword in one hand and spear in the other, and slammed into it again, the sawdust rolled up by the broken floor swept into the trajectory of the impact, and the low-pressure wind behind the black knight was mixed with dust and debris.

"Don't give me a second time!!"

However, there is no way.

Jumping back, then sticking his right sword into the ground, the Storm Lord danced with both hands, the two-colored blade of the spear divided into blue ice and boiling fire, and then in the section of the flame, the storm gathered and turned into a foehn wind, and the wind pressure that was twisted into 'blocks' was dyed into a fiery war hammer.

Swept.

Marked red in the air, Bersaker's rash assault was interrupted by a single blow, this time shooting out like a cannonball, roaring and destroying the structure of the building, and then buried in the rubble with the crumbling concrete residue.

The creaking sound kept coming, and the house was able to maintain its form thanks to the magic, but the foundation was already wailing in constant destruction.

"Not dead yet, are you?"

What is this level?

He drew his sword again and strode forward, and then, sure enough, the ruins were shattered by the burst of magic, and the Black Knight stood up unscathed once again.

"Don't you even have the fatigue anymore?"

Twisting his numb wrist, Rhodes thought about it.

"Qili"

In the engraving circuit that the Holy Grail had built for the transit, Rhodes asked.

"Can you allow me to use the Noble Phantasm?"

If you don't use it, you won't be able to take this black knight...