The silver gel that flowed like liquid seeped into the ground from Qi Wuru's belt at some point.

In a moment's thought, the veins of the earth unfolded in Qi Wuce's eyes like a flat view in an instant.

No matter what kind of magician they are, the most powerful and basic skills they have will always be indispensable for the formation of positions, which is a compulsory course for almost every magician.

Only the magician who is on the battlefield can play every bit of strength without any reservations.

Of course, the construction of the position will not happen overnight. A powerful position is often the result of the wisdom accumulated by dozens of generations of a magician's family.

It is a miraculous thing for a powerful magician like Qi Wuce, who has already touched the threshold of the "law", to arrange a position that can support the battle in the middle of a battle that has already begun.

However, if it cannot be achieved by the power of "individuals", is it possible to use the power of external objects? Qi Wuce, who had been fighting with the fantasy breeds more than once, had more than once suffered from the inability to expand his position and make targeted battles, causing the battle to fall into an anxious situation, and more than once he had thought about this problem.

But after all, magic is a catalyst used to explore the mystery of the root, and it has never been a technology born to fight against people. In the rapid position of making such a technique for combat, there are only a few sections handed down by predecessors, even in the underground library of several hundred square kilometers in Carmelade.

Fortunately, Camellia Derry is home to two other magicians who are among the best in Britain. With the help of Malken and his sister Morgan, Qi Wuce was fortunate enough to complete the current [Autonomic Foundation Formation Puppet], a technique that would take generations of magicians from an entire family to complete.

Not!

After seeing Barnett's endless source of power, Qi Wuce was in a bad mood after getting a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the immense power of the man who could make the kings of Britain retreat in the name of a single person.

Starting from Barnett's feet, an incalculable network of magic is like the vast root system of an old tree buried deep in the ground that leads to the depths of the island of Britain, and no matter how hard he tries, he cannot peek into its roots.

"Am I actually making enemies of this island? Whoa, this is a shocking reality......"

Qi Wuce's self-talk was not too loud, but it was enough for the other two people present to hear it.

"Enemy of the island?" Artoria looked at Qi Wuce, who happened to be several meters away from Barnett's charged sword, and obviously couldn't give her any reply with the other party's situation.

A sword to repel Qi helpless, Barnett's slightly yellowish eyes stared at the opponent's slightly trembling hands, obviously had an excellent opportunity to break the enemy, but he did not choose to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead stuck his big sword on the ground and looked at this interesting knight who made him feel tricky and at the same time very appreciative.

"Yes, I was able to quickly realize this truth in just a few encounters, and even my king would look up to it with this observation alone. How? Let me give you another chance on behalf of my king, and after you understand the powerful and irresistible existence of the enemy you are about to face, do you want to choose the right path? ”

This is not the first time Barnett has thrown an olive branch to surrender, even with the addition of Fu Tigeng's true nature, the majestic face still can't make Qi Wuce have even the slightest hint of heart. I have not forgotten how the comfortable hunting life was ruined in one day.

"Barnett! As you say, that's an invincible enemy! But after all, I'm a person with clear grievances, and you guys who have long since degenerated from the inside into a monster must not understand. You want me to forget those grievances and be a dog for Fu Tigeng's thousand-knife thing? Then you can only see it in a long sleep! ”

“……”

Barnett shook his head wordlessly, as if he was sorry for Qi Wuce's decision, and then raised the sword in his hand again, he didn't plan to continue to drag it out after delaying for a while, he regrouped his posture and pointed the blade of the sword at Qi Wuce not far away, this time one of them had to die to stop.

Stemming from the heavy oppressive force of Barnett's body, which was already indistinguishable from a monster, Qi Wuce had to tense the muscles of his arms. After all, the human body has a limit, and no matter how powerful the protection from the gods is, it cannot break the shackles of the mortal body.

Qi Wuce, who was already on the verge of the limit at this moment, would find it difficult to hold Cavinting once he relaxed. Although he can quickly recover his state through healing magic, Barnett will not give Qi Wuce a chance to do so.

Later, if it really reached the point where he couldn't hold the sword, then he would have to drag Artoria and run away in embarrassment, Qi Wuru thought.

Once in combat mode, Barnett was like a merciless crusher, delivering heavy and continuous deadly attacks to his enemies again and again.

Barnett's sword swing trajectory is the essence of decades of life and death battles, and each blow is just right, although it lacks the edge of aggressiveness, but it also seals the enemy's path of advance and retreat while being conservative.

This is a martial art that Qi Wuce also feels tricky, especially when the opponent is still an inhuman existence with almost infinite individual strength, this skill can be like a swamp to consume people's physical strength little by little, and finally open up the infinite darkness in front of people.

Oppress! Oppress! Oppress again! This is the fighting style that Barnett has accumulated after losing the hearts and minds of the people in exchange for great power. He doesn't think anything rash, because he can drag his enemies into the abyss with just one swing of his sword after another.

For Barnett, Qi Wuce, who had long been familiar with the tactics of warfare, was no different from a dead man.

The earth was ravaged repeatedly, swords colliding with each other stirring up dust and sparks, and the sharp sound of metal grinding against the eardrums of men.

Artoria clenched her fists, obviously wanting to step forward to help the figure who was fighting to the death, but she was tired by her weakness and could only helplessly become an unwilling spectator on the side.

"Next time, it won't be like this." From the beginning of this battle, Artoria admonished herself in her heart more than once.

The pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and Qi Wumo doesn't dare to drag it out any longer, with the decline in physical strength, the probability of a flaw in the next battle will rise in a straight line, which is not a good thing.