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Ying Zheng's words of reminder and mockery fell into Ying Da Pao's ears, and he stopped and finally turned around.

Ying Zheng looked out the window leisurely and said casually, "You have been involved in a magic ritual called the Holy Grail War, and those who survive to the end in this war can get the 'Central Axis of the Earth' that can fulfill all wishes. Magicians need to form a pact with the Heroic Spirits attracted by the Earth's central axis and fight together in order to win. I came for the central axis. ”

Ying Da Zhuo frowned and sneered: "Do you believe this kind of deception to children?" ”

Ying Zheng didn't seem to care, his eyes still stayed outside the window: "After my death, I was sublimated to the seat of the Heroic Spirit, and I am already an existence beyond mortals. Able to summon me to the present world, even retaining my original personality...... As a magician, you should know that this is already a miracle. Not to mention ......"

"There are 31 more who have been summoned like me."

Ying Da Pao's head suddenly "buzzed".

More than a dozen black-clothed bodyguards who have just set foot in the Demon Dao, and more than a dozen white-robed magicians with profound Demon Dao, if they are allowed to do their best in Liaohai City, they can turn Liaohai City over overnight. However, they were like fragile dolls in front of the Heroic Spirit, easily killed by the black mist, and had no power to resist.

Even ordinary people can understand when they see this scene that this guy who still has a leisurely face is by no means a thing, but a monster that surpasses human cognition. In the realm of magicians, the Heroic Spirits who are summoned in this posture that retains their personality are called Servants, and they are powerful beings that modern magic cannot guess, and their existence is a testament to miracles.

And such monsters, there are 31 more ??

As if he had imagined Ying Da Pao's surprised expression, Ying Zheng laughed "hehe", like the voice of a jackal, hoarse and shriveled, but not annoying.

"We Servants are divided into eight classes, and I am Caster, prefixed with the Scepter. I should have introduced my abilities and treasures again, but since you're going to act alone, you won't be happy to hear it, so I won't force you to keep you, so let's get busy. ”

Ying Zheng tried to restrain his smile, but his eyes couldn't help but narrow.

However, he did not wait for the expected Ying Da Pao to admit defeat.

"I was thinking about a question. Since a powerful Heroic Spirit like you has been summoned by the Earth's Central Axis, what does it have to do with us magicians? Or, if you alone can let go of the fight, then why do you need a magician to participate in this ritual? Just now I felt that there was something wrong with my magic, but now that I think about it, it was originally provided to you. ”

Ying Da Pao looked at Ying Zheng's gradually sinking face, and continued: "Servant relies on the magic power of magicians to maintain the present world, but after all, you are unruly heroes, and this alone is not enough to make you obey orders. The original intention of this ritual must be that the magician wants to satisfy his desires, and you are just the thugs who have been promised benefits. So in order to deter you, the magicians who fought must have been given the means to restrain you, am I right, Ancestor? ”

A "cut" sounded in the hall, unwilling and helpless.

Ying Zheng finally turned his head, and his serious face no longer had a leisurely look.

"I'm the emperor, I'm not bound by anything, if you have the guts, you might as well try to restrain me with that thing, what will happen."

Sen Leng's voice revealed undisguised killing intent.

Ying Da Pao only felt a chill down his spine, and Ying Zheng's threatening gaze was like substance, piercing deep into his mind.

Under this mountain of pressure, Ying Da Oar spoke: "To be honest, I'm not interested in your ability. Until a few hours ago, you were the person I hated the most in my life. But since we're a group now, and we don't want to waste this opportunity, we have to join forces first. It's your freedom to say and do whatever you want, and I won't restrict it, but if you do something hurtful, I'll definitely stop you. ”

Looking at Ying Da Pao's eyes, which were quite similar to himself, Ying Zheng sneered slightly, and turned his head out the window again.

Ying Da Pao sighed helplessly: "What do you always look out the window, if you want to go out to breathe, I don't bother to stop you." ”

Ying Zheng's face suddenly showed a wicked smile: "Boy, I really don't want to go out." Now downstairs, there are three of your competitors fighting to the death, although there are two little girls among them, but since they are magicians, they are innocent of death, and there is nothing to be sorry for. ”

When he heard the word "competitor", Ying Da Pao also sighed that the war had started so quickly, but when the word "little girl" came into his ears, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"It won't be ......" He walked quickly to the window, only to see the red-haired man punching Li Qiuyan's lower abdomen, as well as Ye Mingyu, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Qiu Yan!!" Ying Da Paddle's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were about to split.

"You know?" Ying Zheng was also surprised, but immediately showed an expression of sudden realization, and his face sank immediately.

"Red-haired Rakshasa...... I wanted to put up with you for a while, but since you bullied my gray grandson daughter-in-law, then don't want to live to the end. Ying Zheng looked at Du Du's gaze, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Ying Zheng raised his thin palm, pointed to the empty hall, and drank: "The First Emperor's Edict and the Golden Man of the Protector of the Country!" ”

A golden light erupted from Ying Zheng's hand, instantly illuminating the entire hall, and after the light dissipated, a full-body armor with a dark golden luster stood proudly in Ying Da Pao's sight.

The long curved and powerful horns resemble two sharp knives, setting off the dragon head mask under it vividly, and the face is hideous. Dragon-scale lines spread from the neck to the rest of the body, like indestructible armor. The joints are flexible and lightweight, and even the fist gloves and combat boots are readily available, and the fierce aura that is about to come out seems to come alive in the next second.

"I wasn't going to give it to you, but if you don't want to wear it, you can jump straight down. But that red-haired ...... He is not human. Ying Zheng looked at Ying Da Oar, and his expression became solemn.

Ying Da Pao looked out the window again, only to see that the only hand was choking Li Qiuyan's throat.

"There's no time, hurry!" Ying Da Pao looked at the dragon-faced golden armor and roared.

In the next moment, the golden armor turned into a streamer of light, haunting his body.

Can't wait for the golden light to solidify, Ying Da Paddle rushed out of the window with a run, and the shards of glass drew a new trajectory in the moonlight.

The moment he broke through the glass, Ying Zheng's question came: "Is the offering table still there?" ”

"I'm here, it's there."

Leaving a brief response, facing Li Qiuyan's surprised gaze, the big oar wearing gold armor fell from the sky.

In the hall upstairs, Ying Zheng looked up at the bright moon like a hook, and laughed in a low voice:

"Lu Buwei, you see, although there is only one left, isn't there still people worshipping me?"

The expression seemed to be satisfied.