Death is the most beautiful color. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether it was the French marshal who led his soldiers against the British, or the infamous Bluebeard now, Guildre's view of death has not changed.

The Death Barrier had a gloomy and cold aura that had chilled through the deep night.

Its previous opponent was the thick-skinned Spartacus, but this time it was replaced by two shadows hidden in the darkness.

The corners of Guildley's mouth rose to evoke a cruel sneer, and with the tugging of his hands, tentacles as thick as pillars broke through the earth, churning through the empty courtyard with majestic power and lightning speed.

"Since you don't come out, then I'll force you to come out!"

As the tentacles increased, the small yard was soon completely covered without a single gap.

An angry roar rang out, and it was the male and female voice.

The black mist appeared from the sky, without substance, without breath, without temperature.

Guildley's eyes lit up, and with a wave of one hand, the tentacles of the ten tree roots flickered with a blue glow, and the black mist was pierced through the heart like lightning.

A muffled grunt sounded, and Guildley smiled a little satisfied, but then it became solemn again.

After the black mist was pierced, although he was damaged, he immediately returned to his original state, and the black mist that overflowed surged towards the hole pierced by the tentacles, and the tentacles that pinned him in the air slowly began to dry up, as if the water in his body was instantly drained, turning into shriveled plants.

A gust of wind blew, and the shriveled tentacles turned into handfuls of ashes.

"Is the blood dry? Could it be that the Dead Apostles turned into servants? Guildley muttered to himself, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Even though the tentacles had covered the entire barrier, the little girl had not yet appeared, and Guildley's heart had never fallen.

After the black mist had dealt with the tentacles of the ten roots, it seemed that he still did not understand his hatred, and rushed towards Guildley with a terrible roar.

Having seen his method of sucking the blood in his tentacles, Guildley naturally did not dare to let him get close, and the book with brown cover appeared in his hand out of thin air, lighting up with a dazzling blue light.

With the incantation he whispered, the blue light on the book began to converge on the palm of his right hand, forming a beautiful blue sphere.

The blue sphere roared out and exploded one step in front of the black mist, and the blue light of the stars sprinkled out, like the most beautiful stardust in the sky.

The black mist had no substance, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but judging from his stagnant figure, he was also more cautious than ever at this time.

"Array!" Guildrey shouted.

As soon as the words fell, the tentacles in the courtyard acted in an orderly manner like soldiers who had been ordered by the general, and one by one the tentacles stretched out and converged into a quaint formation.

Guildrey wasn't just an alchemist, he was also a general.

The tentacles formed a formation of troops that seemed simple but were actually very tight, every point was within their attack range, and with the blue light, it was attacking the black mist in a forward and backward manner.

Just in the face of the attack of the blue light, the black fog no longer dared to be distracted, and now he had to face the tentacles behind him, the black fog suddenly increased his pressure, and he couldn't care about the relationship between him and the little girl, and yelled: "Don't you make a move!" I'm dying here, and I'll see how you explain it, master, and I'll blame it! ”

"Hee-hee, don't you keep saying I'm an impostor? Now it's up to you who is the imposter! ”

That being said, the little girl still appeared before Guildley's eyes for the first time. The little girl is not tall, about 1.5 meters, with short cherry blossom-colored hair, cat-like eyes shining in the dark, covered by a black cloak, and her bandaged right hand holds a short and delicate dagger and rushes towards the tentacles behind the black mist.

Although the figure of the little girl finally appeared in his eyes, Guildley still felt shuddering, this level of aura was blocked, which was beyond the cognition of assassin in his heart, and it was a little outrageous.

With the little girl's help to resist the countless tentacles, the pressure of the black mist suddenly decreased, and he could finally concentrate on dealing with the blue light that was close in front of him.

The blue light is magnificent, shining like stars, and the power contained in them is as great as the stars.

Two or three blue rays of light fell on the black mist, and exploded with a few soft sounds, although the power was not small, but it was not enough to hurt the black mist.

But the blue light is not only two or three, nor only a dozen or hundred, but an uncountable number.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

The black mist expanded and shrunk in an instant, becoming only the size of a fist, trying to dodge the blue light.

Seeing this scene, Guildley sneered and clenched his fist with one hand.

With this action, except for a small number of blue rays that fell to the ground and exploded into small craters, most of the light surged towards the black mist as if they had eyes.

Black Mist didn't expect Guildre's control over magic to reach this level, you must know that this is not hundreds of stardust, but tens of thousands! It would be impossible for so many Stardust to obey his commands without a strong magical control and mana reserve.

"I still underestimate you, it seems that there will be no mediocre hands in this Holy Grail War!"

Black Mist sighed, and his fist-sized body began to surge, expanding to about the same size as before, withstanding the impact of hundreds of explosions from stardust before becoming the size of a fist again.

But this time it's not one, it's ten.

Ten fist-sized black mist began to deform like plasticine, turning into ten daggers, flickering like substance.

Guildley's eyes narrowed slightly, sweat stains were visible on his forehead, and it was not easy for him to manipulate so much stardust.

Ten daggers were lined up, bits of blood looming, and they rushed towards the falling stardust with the sound of howling wind and the miserable howl of a ghost.

Stardust was like a blue curtain, and the ten daggers were the weapons that cut through the curtain.

The sound of explosions was incessant, but the ten daggers did not flinch, only the faint tremor of the daggers made people know how much damage the black mist had suffered at this time.

Guildrey was already sweating profusely, and he glanced at the tentacles that were about to be slashed by the elusive little girl, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes, which was replaced by ferocity.

Even if I don't survive, don't even think about getting out of it!

With a muffled grunt, blood flowed from the corners of Guildre's mouth, and the only half of the stars became much brighter, converging into a circle surrounded by only five daggers.

"Boom"

It was as if the thunder in the sky had suddenly sounded, and the huge roar made the houses behind Guildrey tremble.

He spent a huge amount of energy to make the stardust explode at the same time, and the huge shockwave and fire that it brought with it instantly engulfed the remaining five daggers, and even the dark blue death barrier disappeared without a trace.

The little girl who reacted turned her head to look, and it was too late to think about the rescue.

She looked at the small mushroom cloud at the center of the explosion stupidly, her heart was full of mixed feelings, and she even realized that her tentacles were close to her, and soon the black robe on her body was cut out of several gaps, revealing a white body as white as jade and bright red blood.

The smoke cleared, the explosions disappeared, and the sky was empty.

The little girl let out a roar that she didn't understand, and the dagger in her hand flew up and down, severing the last dozen tentacles in an instant, and without losing her shape, a gust of wind drifted towards Guildre.

Guildre, who had exhausted a lot of mental energy, no longer had the extra strength to care about the dagger that was about to wipe his neck, so he could only smile helplessly and close his eyes.

The imaginary pain did not come, and Guildrey showed an excited look, and slowly opened his eyes, and was greeted by a familiar flag.

"Y-you?" He muttered to himself, tears welling up in his eyes, crying like a child.

"Jill." The familiar light voice appeared in his ears, and he tried to open his eyes, but his eyes were blurred by tears, and he could only see the smile he had dreamed of seeing again.

A wisp of black mist appeared from the darkness, and the voice of the male and female echoed in the little girl's ears, but it was so tired and weak.

"Imposter, I'm fine." (To be continued.) )