In an instant, from the distant city of Dongmu to a relatively remote town in England, Wang Huan was deeply troubled when he sighed at the great power of Fiya. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If the call never stops, then how can he continue to travel around the world like this for a year?

This is not good news at all, even if he can improve his strength through battle, but if he encounters danger beyond the scope of Wang Huan's strength, then he will have to use the precious summoning opportunity that only has six left.

What happens to the Holy Grail War if the summoning opportunity runs out?

Except for some extremely strong and special examples, humans are usually unable to deal with the Heroic Soul Servant, just like the Jian Tong Dirty Yan was easily killed by Lu Bu.

Even if Wang Huan's strength is extremely strong, the various weird or powerful abilities of those servants who appear in the Holy Grail War will be a mortal threat.

"Shouldn't I keep accepting calls like this and keep saving them?" Wang Huan couldn't communicate directly with Fia, so he could only ask the monk in his mind.

The handsome monk said as a matter of course: "Of course-"

Wang Huan let out a sigh.

"Of course - no. The corners of the handsome monk's mouth curled: "Actually, these calls can be completely refused, you can never save everyone in this world, as Savior, it is enough to be a person's savior." According to the Holy Grail War, the little girl in your arms is now your chosen master, and of course, if you are willing to change, you can choose the person you saved to become the new master at any time. ”

"Feya is not in your mind right now, so now the right to refuse and accept the call is under my control, and this time it was only because you happened to need to change the location, so as not to waste a summoning opportunity, so that you came here. "The handsome monk has an expression on his face, I am for your good.

There is really no reliable one who enters Wang Huan's mind, and there has never been a person who has explained everything well at the beginning.

Guys who have lived too long always seem to be looking for ways to get "pleasure".

Wang Huan took a deep breath and said word by word: "Don't accept any more calls for me within this year." ”

He doesn't want to be a savior or a partner in justice, he just wants to protect the people he wants to protect, and he wants to fulfill the promises he made.

Wang Huan hugged the sleeping cherry blossom in his arms, and if he let the saved person die, what kind of savior would he be, and then he would have to respond to a new call again and fall into troublesome action.

A six-year-old girl, still well-behaved, there is nothing more obedient to the master.

What Wang Huan needs is this, a "master" who does not affect his actions.

However, since he responded to the call and came to King Arthur's tomb, Wang Huan certainly would not refuse to lend a hand, especially since the ghost god Lu Bu in front of him was in a state of being full of murderous aura and had nowhere to release.

The breeze floats in the night sky, and the smell of blood hangs over the monastery.

The men in monastic robes roared unconsciously, their eyes shining blood-red in the night, their bodies covered with scratches and bites, and their movements were as agile as beasts.

Although it is not known why, it is clear that the people in this monastery have become Dead Apostles.

No, strictly speaking, they're just zombie-like "ghouls", far from being a true Dead Apostle who has a long lifespan and keeps himself.

The Dead Apostles, who are basically already similar to real vampires, are even beings that some forbidden magicians want to actively transform into.

Wang Huan looked at the target this time.

The real call for salvation was a hooded maiden wearing a gray cloak and holding a scythe that was so large compared to her slender size.

The blade of the sickle is stained with blood, and the scythe is wrapped with strange patterns, which looks very domineering.

The girl looked to be in her teens, and was under siege by a large number of ghouls, as if she was guarding the cemetery, her body was crumbling, but any ghoul who came close to her was slashed off with a scythe.

It's just that the ghoul, who has lost his mind and is like a beast, keeps rushing towards the girl because of his thirst for blood.

The conversation between Wang Huan and the handsome monk seemed long, but in fact, it was less than a second, and when the red rabbit horse suddenly descended in front of the girl, a weapon much larger than a sickle had swept around.

Fang Tian's halberd pierced the night sky with blood-red spiritual power, and with the sound of the fierce wind, it suddenly slashed all the approaching ghouls!

In an instant, the grass wound was covered with scattered blood rain, like a blood-colored lotus flower blooming.

The girl with the scythe seemed startled, and sat limply on the ground, staring blankly at the strange combination that suddenly appeared in front of her.

Who are they? Ancient oriental-style armor was alien to today's England.

Wang Huan didn't talk to the girl in front of him immediately, because the crisis in front of him had not been completely resolved.

In a sense, these human beings become ghouls like undead spirits become evil spirits, their physical strength will increase several times, and once transformed, they can never recover.

It's just that these ghouls were originally just ordinary people, and naturally they are not much stronger, even ordinary magicians can clean them up in pieces, not to mention Lu Bu, who has amazing combat power.

Wang Huan was not very worried about the current situation, he clapped his hands, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Hey, you can let me down now." ”

Lu Bu's face was covered in armor, his long helmet and feathers swayed in the wind, he was a little stunned by this inexplicable teleportation, and just now he gestured to slash the "evil spirit" that dared to approach away.

"Clean up this place, or my safety will be immediately threatened. Wang Huan said with a smile.

If Wang Huan faced these ghouls alone, it might be very troublesome, but he looked at the number of ghouls around him and was slightly relieved.

There were only a hundred ghouls in this meadow, and the ancient and dilapidated buildings could not be their shelter at all, and the thirst for blood kept them approaching in the direction of Wang Huan.

There are still ten minutes left in Lu Bu's summoning time, and it is enough to solve the trouble in front of him.

Hearing Wang Huan's words, Lu Bu snorted lightly, but he couldn't disobey the mission, and the red rabbit suddenly hissed, like a thunderous sound changed the ghoul's roar.

The flames that erupted from the red rabbit horse illuminated the meadow, and in an instant, this fiery dragon-like figure instantly charged.

Ghosts and gods are incomparable, and weak beings are facing such a level of sprint, and they can't stop it at all, after a bloody storm, in Wang Huan's vision, there are no more ghouls in the grass who can stand up.

But the action did not stop, the red rabbit horse came to the cemetery in the middle of the meadow, Lu Bu suddenly waved the Fang Tian painting halberd, and suddenly slashed towards the girl guarding the cemetery.