Chapter Twenty-Eight: Who Remembers: The King of Woo Meow on the Shore of Daming Lake?
"You-"
Saber's eyes were filled with shock and chagrin.
But in a short period of time, all she can do is just that, because
"Well, Saber, you seem to have forgotten something very important."
Su Mo had that kind of playful expression on his face that made people want to punch him at first sight, and then, he reached out and patted the knight girl whose whole body was frozen in place except for her head
"Anyway, I'm a master."
"Arthas, the Lich King, !!!"
Enraged, Saber called out the name of the heroic spirit of the man in front of him.
"When I hear the name of the Lich King, I should be aware of its evil, you Su Mo who can summon it without a holy relic are really not a good person!!
Staring at Su Mo with a gaze that seemed to be eating people, Saber's magic began to surge, and the ice on his body began to crack rapidly.
"Hey Saber, it's completely understandable that you hate me now because of some minor misunderstandings, but isn't it rude for you to judge Arthas so casually?"
Su Mo saw Arthas's indifferent expression as usual, and it had always been such an indifferent expression.
"It's useless to talk too much!!"
"Useless fart, Arthas let go of his hands and feet!! I'm going to deal with Caster and bring those kids over to see if she can accept it!! ”
"You-!!"
Bell-!!
"I've seen enough, now, don't get in the way of Master."
Arthas, who had already been unspiritualized, slammed his sword against Saber, who had just broken through the ice and was about to rush towards Su Mo.
Click
Accompanied by this simple sword. The biting cold air spread arrogantly in all directions, and suddenly the land within a radius of more than ten meters was frozen in ice
"Then let's beat you first!"
Although seeing Su Mo's previous firm and confident expression. But Saber's wavering in her heart was only for a moment, and now she knew. If he couldn't defeat Arthas who was in front of him, then his sword blade would be completely unable to touch Su Mo in a short period of time.
"You can't get there."
The voice was cold and cold, and the blue light of the frost sorrow on the Lich King's hands was unusually deep
Caster can't be said to be strong, in fact, in terms of the strength of magic, he can only be regarded as a half-- of course, even a half-person is much stronger than Su Mo and Wang Ming.
But he has another treasure in his hand that is quite a headache, "The Textbook of Luoyan City".
This is a magic book bound in human skin. Able to summon and enlist monsters in the depths of the sea.
Not only that, but it also has the ability to act as a magic furnace, and can perform grand magic and ritual spell-level magic on its own, ignoring the magician's own magic.
It also records the forbidden knowledge of the primeval evil gods before the creation of humans.
So even if Caster itself is not powerful, it is because of the existence of this treasure. He can now compete with Wang Ming for a short time, of course, the main reason for this
"Wang Ming, are you playing?"
Su Mo flew down, and after destroying the group of strange-shaped aliens under him with a sword, he raised his eyebrows at Wang Ming with his sword in his hand.
"It's just a little bit of a move on my muscles, I fought with you before, and although it's pretty good, it's still a little bit worse."
Wang Ming twisted his neck and shook off the blood stained with the blade on his hand.
"You still need to keep growing, Junior."
Wang Ming glanced at Su Mo with a look that looked like encouragement but was probably more provocative, and then pointed at Caster who was standing behind countless monsters with a knife, and grinned:
"Just now you're here. How about we compare? ”
"Huh? Who will kill Caster first? ”
Su Mo turned his head and asked.
"Of course—"
After speaking, Wang Ming bowed down and burst out an order of magnitude of quite amazing magic power, instantly shattering the sea monsters around him!
"However, since it's a competition, don't fire the map cannon~"
Just as he was about to sprint, Wang Ming saw that Su Mo had already smiled and raised his sword to aim at Caster. And when the magic power that made him feel frightened was slowly gathered on the sword, this thing was decisively instigated - it was not that he didn't have a map cannon attack similar to Su Mo's magic cannon, but his move required a considerable amount of preparation time.
After all, although Wang Ming, who is a half-true ancestor, has quite amazing magical power. At least he thought that he had traveled for so many years and had met a guy with a greater magic power than him, but now that he saw Su Mo's bottomless magic like an abyss, he even once had the idea that this guy standing in front of him was a magic crystal himself - it was just a magic crystal that compressed the magic power of a small world.
"Don't compete with this kid to see who can kill the most monsters!" ’
Wang Mingjun said. A nuclear bomb doesn't make him scared much, but if it's an infinite nuclear bomb with a short warm-up time and no need to cool down, he chooses to surrender
“Fervor。 mei-sanguis (boil, my blood)"
Mercury drips to the ground, gathering, expanding, and turning into blades that smash the walls that stand in front of you.
"The ninth-generation head of the Aqipolud family, Kenneth Al Meloy, is here, O magician of the Einzberen family, I have gambled my glory and life for the Holy Grail, and I have come to share with you!"
Dressed in a well-groomed manner, the shape of his hair was ugly, but the meticulously combed man walked into the castle through a large hole in the wall that had been cut out of the mercury and loudly declared his name.
Kenneth Al Meloy Achpolud, a magician who seems to be quite stubborn in many ways.
But it is undeniable that he has a considerable degree of insistence on the so-called glory of being a magician, even if it seems a little pedantic to the point of being unreasonable in the eyes of many. However, those who persist always have gains, and he has been called a genius since he was a child.
As proof of this, beside him was the huge spherical mass of mercury - Volumenhydrargyrum was its name. It is made from mercury weighing up to 140 kilograms, using the physical properties of mercury and the fluid manipulation that the magician himself excels at. The Moon Spirit Liquid is the most beloved of Kenneth's collection, and the fact that he brought it to participate in the Holy Grail War is a testament to its power.
However, not all magicians have this kind of persistence, such as Emiya Kiritsugu.
Although the generation is relatively shallow, he can be regarded as being born into a family of magicians, and his father, Emiya Juxian, has sublimated the family magic that specializes in manipulating the body or small causal time into a genius in the designated field of the seal in the fourth generation.
However, he did not have the so-called "glory of magicians" in his heart, which seemed worthless to him.
Click――
Holding his breath and hiding in the shadows, Emiya Kiritsugu prepared his firearms.
How long has it been since you've been on the battlefield?
He had almost forgotten the smell of gunsmoke.
How long will it take to get the bullets from the gun into the enemy's body this time?
Once known as the "magician killer", the man who made many magicians scoff but feared threw his head back and snuffed out the cigarette in his mouth. (To be continued.) )
PS: Ahahaha, I didn't update last night because of some cheating reasons, and I was going to prepare two more today, but hey~ (Hold your head and run, don't slap your face)
Yo Xi, rush to work and do my homework, and I was shocked to hear that I would have to hand in my homework tomorrow, and my heart was broken, painful, and desperate.