Chapter 11: The Real Meat Show Is About to Begin
With the fall of laughter, the spear roared with a violent wind, and at a speed that no mortal could ever see, it stabbed straight out mercilessly towards the heart of the thin figure in front of him!
The tremendous wind pressure instantly crushed the old wooden chair, and in the flying debris, the sharp spear head first pierced through the soft cloth robe, then pierced into the fragile body, tore through the tender flesh, and finally pierced into the beating heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
Fatal in one hit?
No, it's not.
Although it did look like killing the enemy with one blow, there was no trace of relaxation and joy after killing on Zhou You's ordinary face.
"Cut, it's really fast."
The sturdy spearman snorted and pulled the spear out of the thin body—and as he had expected, the figure in front of him dissolved into a small pile of foam as he pulled the murder weapon.
After a few seconds, it was all gone.
"Bang la la"
There was a sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground.
-- The whole process took only a few seconds from the time the gun was drawn and the whole process was collected, but the crowd that had already been tense as if they had already discussed it, and as soon as they withdrew their weapons, they jumped away from their seats in anger - except for the petite heroic spirit who had been sitting still and a little girl who had been shaking, all the people quickly drew their weapons and exuded a kind of open field against the author of it all, that is, the innocent face of the tour and his even more innocent master, You can also deeply feel the piercing murderous atmosphere.
"You ...... What exactly are you doing? ”
A few seconds later, the priest behind him forcibly suppressed his anger as if he had just reacted, and said in a hoarse voice.
I saw him raise his hand suddenly, and a pure white light curtain followed the words, and in an instant, it quickly unfolded in front of his eyes.
The gentle divine energy continued to stretch in this vast space, as if in the blink of an eye, the bodies of all of us here were bound by countless soft, yet stretching thin threads.
Someone struggled slightly, and the result was very pleasantly surprised to find that he could not move, but once he tried to break free from the restraint, the pure white chain would become tighter and tighter, like the golden hoop that trapped the monkey, strangling the throat and squeezing the flesh, until the life in it lost all strength to resist.
"What the hell is going on? I think...... Can anyone give me an explanation? ”
The tall priest swept over the people who were fixed with an extremely gloomy gaze, and said slowly.
――As a result, in the next second, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhou You.
“Lancer!” The tall priest walked up to someone with an innocent face, and looked down at the being, who was two heads shorter—his clear eyes were gradually filled with a murderous intent that contained madness. "What the hell do you want to do! I seem... I never remember that I asked you to come here to demolish the house! ”
"Well, don't care, Father God, your pile of broken chairs should have been replaced a long time ago, I just helped you get rid of them early." Facing the other party's cold killing intent, Zhou You raised his head and revealed a bright smile called 'It doesn't matter at all'. "And besides~ I never think I've done anything wrong."
Before the other party could erupt, someone stretched out a foot with difficulty, chuckled, and nodded on the ground.
"You see, this bastard did it first, and we're just ..... It's just a counterattack in self-defense. ”
-- In the corner where the sun does not shine, on the solid and neat bluestone floor, I don't know when it has been painted one after another with very inconspicuous traces of purple and blue, and even if you don't look at it deliberately, you can't find it at all.
"This is ..... magic circle? When was it laid? "Austen, who had fought with magicians for many years, quickly recognized what was under his feet—and after glaring at him deadly, he turned around and looked up not far away—where a thin figure was floating in the air in a very peculiar pose. Caster, what the hell do you want to do?
The young man, dressed in a white research coat and like a junior high school student, was silent until the priest, who was already on the verge of an explosion, put his hand into his arms in great irritability and gestured to draw his weapon, and then replied intermittently.
"This... This is... Early warning... Preparedness... Target... Alchemy Circle..."
Hearing the other party's answer, Austin sneered sarcastically.
"Really? Unfortunately, I don't know much about these ancient magics, and I have no way of knowing who you and the Lancers are saying is true or not, but..."The middle-aged priest covered his eyes with his broad palms so that no one could see his expression—and in his other hand, a sharp black key (Note 1) was already apparent. "I just remembered -- why should I pursue so much? You are both blasphemy, and if you make a mistake, you deserve to be punished..."
"Austin, that's enough." At this moment when he was about to start, the petite heroic spirit who had never spoken or moved suddenly whispered. "It's getting dark, and if the meeting doesn't start again, I'm afraid it'll be too late."
“.... Well, yes, my Highness. ”
The priest, who was still full of murderous intent just now, seemed to be about to make a move, under someone's stunned gaze, very cleanly withdrew the weapon he had just drawn, and then bent down as if nothing had happened at all, and said respectfully to the girl with short silver-white hair.
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Note 1: Black keys
Black keys
A talisman used by the Templar Church to exorcise demons.
Although it is a symbolic item for the Walker, it is difficult to use and has no power in physical destruction, so there are few people who like to use it.
The refinement of a sword is very low, but it can be used as a throwing weapon at that length. The vast majority of "demons" defined by the doers are spirits or phenomena. Therefore, the black key that drives away and destroys the "demon" puts more effort into interfering with the spirit than its physical attack.
The sword body of the black key used by the superior of the Templar Church, or the chosen substitute, is made of magic, and it is only necessary to carry it with a handle.
The above is excerpted from Baidu Encyclopedia.