Does Qi Wuce really look down on Gilgamesh? Obviously not, although he always likes to provoke Jin Shin with words when he is fine, he will never insult the other party.

Not to mention anything else, according to Jin Shanshan's character, his behavior has already constituted a request to insult the other party, obviously his strength is far superior to the other party, but he has to wait for the other party to release all his strength and then defeat him mercilessly, isn't it Chi Guoguo who looks down on the other party.

Looking at Artoria in the distance and the group of refugees who made him feel an indescribable weirdness, Qi Wuru's eyes gradually began to turn cold, and it seemed that something was wrong......

Looking back, Jin Shining is still opening the door to the treasure house, needless to say, this guy must have put the obedient sword into his king's treasure house again, just such a big move, as a result, he had to read the strip for a long time, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Qi Wuce's gaze Gilgamesh certainly saw it, but in this situation, he couldn't take out the sword for a while, and even if he took it out, he might not be able to do anything, and just looking at Kaos's eyes like looking at a dead man had already made him know the outcome of this encounter in advance.

Click...... Click...... Cha!

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do, I'll talk about it if there's anything unpleasant."

With the sound of the golden armor shattering and the whispers in his ears, Gilgamesh gradually lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

At this time and then, the current Golden Shining is just a Heroic Spirit clone, and the treasures on his body are just some Treasure Phantasm clones that are somewhat similar to projections, and the golden armor he gave away at the beginning has also become as fragile as a wafer biscuit, and it is enough to solve the Golden Shining in the blink of an eye.

Holding the fainted Jin Flash, Qi Wuce helped him to a stone, and then quickly arranged some defensive magic arrays around it, and the whole person turned into thunder and rushed in the direction of Artoria.

Meanwhile, on Artoria's side.

Countless refugees who seemed to be in a normal state not long ago are now in some kind of indescribable madness, waving their hands and saying strange words that people do not understand at all.

Artoria was surrounded by a rush of refugees, and some of them tore at the hard armor and the sharp sword with their hands, ignoring the pain altogether.

Until the situation is clarified, Artoria does not dare to kill these potentially innocent refugees as enemies, which has led to her current passive situation.

With the qualifications of a top magician, but he has not learned any magic, and only relies on the assistance of the national teacher Merlin during his lifetime, most of the mysterious problems can be easily solved.

But even in her memory, none of the knowledge that Merlin had taught could match the situation in front of her, "probably mentally invaded by some evil", and she could only roughly judge this obvious situation for the time being.

Hugging her thighs, pulling her skirt (war skirt), and all kinds of scoundrel playing styles made Artoria, who didn't dare to play heavy for a while, helpless. All she could do was use the back of her sword or elbow to bring down the refugees who rushed at her one by one, but unfortunately there were too many refugees in the frenzy to deal with them one after another.

The instincts honed by years of fighting have become her skills, and at this time, her instincts have been constantly sending her signals of danger, which has to make her more vigilant.

A pair of eyes carefully inspected everything around him, but he didn't find anything suspicious except for the refugees, so the problem should be with this group of crazy refugees.

The black magic silently spread from the crowd like a tentacle to the edge of Artoria's silver-white armor, but unfortunately, in the next moment, this black magic seemed to have been hit by some kind of major blow.

As the sword rank with the strongest magic power, Artoria's resistance to magic is not ordinarily strong, ordinary magic is tantamount to an ant's bite for Artoria, and it can't cause any substantial damage at all, if the powerful blessings of Artoria before her death are all complete, the strength of this magic power will probably be doubled.

The black ** power tentacles are just out of a tentative nature, so there is not much magic power condensed, and it is normal for Artoria to disappear at the moment when it comes into contact with Artoria's magic power is armor, and at the same time, because the movement of the magic power is small, it also makes Artoria not aware of this hidden temptation.

After all, intuition is only an ethereal but real feeling, and the so-called feeling is only ambiguous information, and it only serves as a warning of danger.

The constant alarms in my instincts, but the inability to detect any threats, are like a sword called Damocles hanging over my head, which makes people fearful. But for Artoria it was a small thing, and patience was a virtue.

The black magic tentacles once again condensed from an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, and unlike last time, this time the tentacles were more pitch black, more condensed, and the aura emitted was more palpitating.

Here it comes!

No matter how much the enemy concealed his whereabouts, Artoria was still captured by the faint fluctuation of mana.

On the surface, he is still in endless anxiety with the refugees, but secretly he is quietly preparing for the attack of the enemy hidden in the shadows.

"Whoosh!"

The ghostly and elusive tentacles of magic pierced through the hot chests of countless refugees like a dark arrow from a fierce bow in the dark place, and shot at the back of Artoria's heart, who was subduing the surrounding refugees.

Artoria, who had been prepared for a long time, had been on guard against this sudden attack, dragging the refugee who refused to let go with a heroic turn, and the curry stick in her hand perfectly stopped this insidious blow.

"It's not over yet!"

With a loud shout, Artoria turned around again and flicked her sword beautifully, blocking an even sharper attack.

Since there is a second path, there must also be a third path, and the agile Artoria only sensed the third attack the moment she received the second attack.

A large amount of magic power was released, and all the drags on the body were shocked and flew out, and one jumped out of a height of more than ten meters, flipped in the air, and the curry stick resisted the dark arrow shot from the ground.

After a series of fluid moves, Artoria landed perfectly, dodging three deadly attacks, but not escaping the encirclement of the fanatical refugees.

Seeing that the enemy was surrounded, the madness of the refugees became even heavier, and they desperately pounced on Artoria, who had just landed and stood firm.