Half a minute later, as Gustav finished casting his spell, a standard magic arrow was summoned with precision. Then, under the gaze of the magic swordsman, the magic arrow that emitted white light flew out from the center of his interlaced hands, passed through the unobstructed flat playground, and in the blink of an eye, he was close to the target. At this time, Moriarty's second-level spell was only halfway through.

"What should I do?"

At this moment, dozens of jī beating hearts, including White, were fiercely pushed into his throat, as if they were about to burst with the ruthless explosion of the magic arrow in Moriarty's chest in the next second.

But just when everyone thought that His Excellency the Squadron Leader was about to be knocked down and hurt his face with a single shot, a crystal red figure suddenly blocked in front of Moriarty as if it had crossed the void.

Without a pause, in an instant, the magic arrow struck it, and then exploded into a dazzling cloud of light with a crisp crack. And under the sudden outbreak of magical energy conflict, the red figure only shook slightly, and then continued to hover in mid-air as if nothing had happened, protecting Moriarty, who was still casting spells smoothly, behind him.

It was only then that the entire guard squadron finally saw that the rock-solid red shadow was a gargoyle made entirely of red crystal. In addition to its completely different appearance from ordinary copycat gargoyles, the magic puppet that suddenly appeared also had a set of honeycomb-shaped black round conduits hanging under its legs, which was even more puzzling.

"Oh my God!"

As if they were about to drown and then pulled up, everyone in the audience didn't care about anything else, and roared like wolves.

What's unexpected? That's it!

Isn't the Demon Swordsman Diao? Magic fights warriors, swords slash mages, but what about Moriarty!? In addition to being able to spell spells and slash people, Moriarty has one more dazzling profession than Gustav, but it is easy to be accidentally overlooked: the second-level alchemist!

In the past, it was to save face by not using props such as magic wands, but now it is always reasonable to summon a magic golem made by yourself. And looking at the appearance of the red crystal gargoyle, eating a magic arrow is like being blown by a small wind. Except for a shake, nothing is a matter of. If Moriarty had released such an ability to resist attacks at the beginning, I am afraid that Gustav would have to be tortured on the spot and kneel down to sing "Conquest".

Similarly, looking at the gargoyle puppet with its wings flapping slowly and its golden eyes, Gustav also had a look of surprise as if he had seen an undead. But after just one moment of concentration, the magic swordsman, whose heart was so hard that it seemed to be stuffed with iron ore, began to summon a second magic arrow again.

And seeing Gustav's perseverance, or rather an incomprehensible move, White who was eager to kill him with a crossbow just now, couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Half a minute later, the Demon Swordsman's second magic arrow was completed, and the target was locked on again, but the result was still blocked by the Red Crystal Gargoyle with his body.

However, unlike the previous understatement, after the second attack by the magic arrow, a small cobweb-like mark appeared on the crystal armor on the gargoyle's chest, which stood out on the almost transparent puppet body. It seems that powerful magic golems are not completely immune to magic. As long as the attack strength is enough, it is not impossible to take down the Red Crystal Gargoyle.

It's a pity that such an opportunity will not be left to Gustav.

When the Demon Swordsman stubbornly began to summon the magic arrow for the third time, a red and bright ball of fiery fireball had also been fully formed in the palm of Moriarty's hand. …,

Looking at the red ball that seemed to be forged by solidified flames, the entire guard squadron became silent again. At such a moment, no one can be sure what Moriarty will do with the stubborn "Two Hundred and Five" who is still "stupidly holding a curse" on the other side. Perhaps after a single "miss", Gustav will be completely engulfed by the fireball technique, which is far more powerful than the magic arrow. At that time, under the dual effects of the explosion and the high temperature, the greatest possibility for the magic swordsman is to turn into hundreds of charred black fragments scattered throughout the playground, and then mix the grass of the next spring to take root and sprout, and continue to enjoy the moisture of the sun and rain in another way.

Looking at Gustav, who was still holding the curse, Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly, and then with a flick of his left hand, the crimson fireball flew away in the direction of the demon swordsman with a graceful parabola.

"Don't, Your Excellency!"

At this time, the other nine magic swordsmen who had come with Gustav to report to the guard squadron could no longer remain neutral, shouting that they were about to rush to the playground, not wanting to be stopped by the other squadron fighters led by White and Guderian. In a hurry, the demon swordsmen held the hilt of their swords and were about to make a move with White and the others.

But at this moment, the fireball that was originally directed at the Demon Swordsman fell rapidly from mid-air, and like a heavy lead ball, it smashed heavily into the open space about ten meters in front of Gustav.

"Boom!"

The moment the fireball hit the ground, the blazing flames rose into the sky with a high temperature that made it impossible to breathe. The violent shock wave carried a large amount of shattered earth, like a hurricane of magnitude 20, gushing out in all directions, sweeping the heavens and the earth.

It seemed that the explosion of the fireball spell triggered the magic alert of the nearby Hockenheim Academy, and immediately several strong scanning fluctuations shone from several mage towers in the distance, sweeping towards a burning playground for a long time before slowly retracting as if unwilling.

As the original target of the fireball technique, Gustav was first hit head-on by the flame shock wave, and was directly blown into the air three or four meters high, and then smashed back to the ground with a rain of mud and stones, and finally after a wave of sudden ups and downs of flames, the magic swordsman was like a giant toy doll that had been tortured a hundred times, lying down next to an equally charred round crater, unable to move again.

The outcome of the battle drill is already clear. When the aftermath of the fireball spell finally dissipated completely, Moriarty walked towards Gustav who had fallen to the ground, and the red crystal gargoyle beside him continued to silently escort him.

"Still alive?" Coming to the Demon Swordsman's side, Moriarty lowered his head, looked at the injured man with countless wounds of various sizes, and asked.

"Okay...", half-opening his swollen and bleeding eyelids, Gustav struggled to look at Moriarty above his head, and then swept the red shadow next to him: "You did this?" ”

"Yes." Moriarty nodded: "What do you think?" ”

"You're a... A true genius! As if his words had touched on a pain in his chest, Gustav took a slow breath before finishing his sentence.

"Hehe, thank you." Moriarty smiled slightly, but suddenly bent down slightly: "So, are you satisfied now?" ”

“……”

To this question, Gustav did not answer. I don't know if it's because of a lack of strength and can't speak, or because some words are really hard to say. In short, there was an embarrassing silence.

"Still not satisfied?" Seeing that the other party was silent, Moriarty frowned and sighed regretfully: "It seems that the guard squadron does not meet your requirements." Tomorrow I will negotiate with General Cruyff and exchange you back to the city guards. After all, the same is not satisfied, in the old place that I am familiar with, it can be more comfortable to mix up. With that, Moriarty straightened up again, ready to turn away. …,

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Gustav tried his best to spit out half a word from his mouth with difficulty, but for some reason immediately took it back.

"It's good to be tough on the enemy; It is even more remarkable to be tough on yourself; But for all the qiē will only be tough, that is, foolish. Moriarty didn't bow his head, but just stood still.

Hearing this, Gustav seemed to be struck by an invisible muffled lightning, and his eyes opened wide, so that the corners of his eyes that were already swollen were torn apart by excessive force.

Slowly, the Demon Swordsman propped up his body on his side, as if questioning, tilted his head with all his might, and asked, "Can you really tolerate me?" ”

"I can tolerate you, but I want you to tolerate yourself first!" Moriarty's gaze swept over Gustav's face like electricity: "Resentment, self-consolidation, stubbornness, toughness, suspicion... Can you tolerate all of this? ”

"You know about me!?" Gustav roared, like a lone wolf with the most painful scars uncovered, looking at each other viciously.

"was framed by his boss and fell into the auxiliary sequence, but he was unwilling to leave the city defense army; Suspicious of all officers, and did not accept the kindness of General Cruyff; Join the Demon Swordsman Project, hoping to continue the ambitions of the year, but can't let go of the resentment and hostility of the past; Temptation, revenge, or a hint of morbid stupidity. Is there anything wrong with what I'm talking about? Moriarty looked back at the Demon Swordsman unceremoniously, his tone turning cold.

“…”

Moriarty's words were like the sharpest scalpel, instantly dissecting the scarred Gustav from the inside out.

Looking at the young but majestic face diagonally upward, the Demon Swordsman suddenly felt a ridiculous sense of self-mockery, but returned to silence again.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you satisfied?" After looking at each other for a few more moments, Moriarty finally smiled coldly, but there was a sigh of disappointment in his eyes.

And for some reason, when his body and mind were at the lowest point of incomparably sad, he suddenly saw such a gaze from the other party, and Gustav suddenly felt that his head was a little strangely in a trance and dizzy. It's like taking a punch, and it's like drinking a glass of spirits. Maybe it's because of this kind of gaze, I don't know how many years have not fallen on me.

At this moment, Gustav inexplicably felt a sense of genuine satisfaction. Not for anything else, but for that sighing gaze.

Looking at Moriarty's still bleeding left arm, like a gambler who had already lost a fortune, he struggled to put himself on the table, Gustav trembled, struggled, struggled, struggled to stand up, slowly straightened, and then gave a deep military salute to Moriarty.

"Your Excellency, I'm satisfied!" ）