As Bai Shuo's fist swung, Lianhua's aura appeared on his fist.

Miserable as white bones, as beautiful as a blood lotus.

Integrating all the power of his body into the entire fist, with the amplification and coercion of the 'Slayer', under Bai Shuo's fist, the whole world trembled.

All hues, such as dream bubbles, all promising methods, should be viewed as such!

This is the 'Nirvana' deduced from the 'Flowers', Bai Shuo!

It seems that the immovable king is dancing wildly in the red lotus of the blood prison, evolving the true meaning of subduing demons, and the Buddha smiles with flowers and expounds the heart of compassion.

Destruction and rebirth merge, compassion and killing coexist, and at this moment, this punch is nirvana.

It was like mountains falling from the sky, the earth roaring, the magma surging, and the Demon Breaker and the Immortal Spear at the end of the crossbow slowly bent and crumbled under Bai Shuo's fist.

The white bone lotus blossom poured out on Dilumudo's chest.

Silent, like a burning red lotus flame swept through his body, and a large hole appeared in Dilumudo's chest, and pure magic turned into streamers that flew out of it, swept and burned by the flames.

The vital point on his chest, the spirit core, had been completely destroyed, and Dilumudo had already sensed that the Throne of the Immortal was calling him, and the remaining magic power and caste had bought him the last time.

Instead of attacking, or struggling, bathed in flames, he felt the will contained in the enemy's invincible attack.

It is enough to shake the desperate will in the heart.

He choked in his throat, and his long eyes looked at Bai Shuo, and he let out a subtle trembling sound.

"Mistakes, can they really be forgiven?"

Bai Shuo stood in front of him, no longer hiding his face, took off his helmet, revealed his face, and nodded with the most sincere face: "Yes." ”

"It's over, really, can you do it all over again?"

Bai Shuo looked into his eyes and nodded categorically: "Yes." ”

"Really?"

"Really."

In the flames, Dilumudo's blood-stained face was no longer hideous, and he looked at the sky dome exposed on the broken wall with relief, his eyes were no longer sad, and he slowly closed his eyes in the flames: "It turned out to be ...... That's ......."

The magic that made up the Heroic Spirits began to crumble, and the flames burning with magic leaped sharply and disappeared.

Spearman Dilumudo, killed in battle.

The voice of the Lord God reached Bai Shuo's ears.

"Kill a four-star primary plane creature: Dilumudo, get 7,000 reward points, and a B-level plot card ......"

Bai Shuo no longer paid attention to the sound, and slowly picked up the last traces of Dilumudo, the rune card that appeared on the ground.

For the first time, he had collected silver-level runes, and this time, the names of the runes were no longer as simple as before, silver-level runes: the hope of salvation would be remedied, and salvation would finally come.

Special type runes, which can be used for emergencies such as internal breath disorder, serious injury checkmate, and loss of control of magic power, the host's physical condition will not fall into a point of no return, and always maintain the last fragile balance, so as not to be lost.

Evolutionary Direction: Gold Rune: Hope Gold Rune: Rebirth Gold Rune Deck: Detachment (1/8) "Keep the last hope rune?" Maintain the last of its life...... "Bai Shuo treasured the rune, but he didn't want to use it one day.

At this time, the voice of Changsun Wu came from the communication: "Kenes's magic mark has peeled off, they are almost thirty, and they are still wearing red and green striped underwear, this style ...... Magicians don't know red and green, bullshit! There is also the setting of three primary colors, could it be that the people in the clock tower are all weak in color? ”

Magic Mark, the most precious thing for a magician, brings together the highest research results and the evidence of special magical powers.

It's not so much a credential as it is a magic organ that can change the host based on bloodline.

Its presence and strength are also the same as the magic circuit, the benchmark for screening the strength and weakness of magicians.

Although the number of magic circuits and the things contained in the magic mark are not absolutely unsurpassable, the existence of the magic mark is definitely a precious thing that cannot be replaced.

Just like Emiya Kiritsugu only obtained a quarter of the magic mark that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Emiya family, he was able to use the 'Inherent Time Control' to control the physical time to assist in combat, and under the unequal flow of time between the two sides, how could the combat power be doubled?

And even among all the magicians in the clock tower, the Aqipolud family, which also occupies a high position, has an irresistible temptation for the magicians of this world because of the value contained in its magic seal.

Even if no one in the squad has a system that can transplant magic sigils, it can be a lot of money to trade it or simply sell it to the 'Cross' warband.

"Good work."

Bai Shuo nodded, saw Ottoria who was ready to attack not far away, and slowly let out a breath, and his body that had been tense finally relaxed.

He leaned against the last load-bearing wall, pulled out the prepared water and poured it halfway in one go, before he began to breathe.

Chen Jingmo's voice came from his head: "There are six minor injuries and four moderate injuries, but fortunately there are no serious injuries." ”

Under Chen Jingmo's control, his rapidly beating heart slowly calmed down and turned into a deep and slow sound; The blood in the wound slowly clotted, covering the bleeding wound, and all the injuries were stabilized.

"Good work." Bai Shuo said to Chen Jingmo and Ottoria not far away, "Go back and give you a raise." ”

Chen Jingmo was a little awkward as usual, and then he hid in the dark and laughed quietly; Ottolia nodded a little unaccustomed and turned to warn of this person's situation.

Where Bai Shuo couldn't see, her cheeks were crimson and her mind was in turmoil.

"What's going on, the audience is coming."

Liang Chengcheng's voice came from the communication, and around the entire Hyatt Hotel, on top of five or six high-rise buildings, different clones with their own strange masks crossed to observe the surrounding hotels, and finally found the trace of the anomaly.

Bai Shuo laughed and put on his helmet again: "Then, let's start the show." ”

According to the plan, Ottoria began to evacuate from the reserved secret passage, and she was not required to participate in the rest of the matter.

In the ruined ruins, Bai Shuo's body once again rose a diffuse calamity aura, as if the sulfuric acid calamity aura corroded the ground and corroded black marks, like undispersed black green smoke, shrouded Bai Shuo's body.

After Bai Shuo embedded it in the chest of that top-level chain armor, by infusing the power, he could make the aura of calamity turn into an aura-like power and spread within a radius of three meters; Any creature that enters it will feel uncomfortable and depressed, and plants will quickly decay under the corrosive aura of calamity, and finally create a land of the dead that will not grow a single grass.

Bare wounds will decay quickly, and the faint vitality will be corroded.

This function is quite good, it actually has the effect of suppressing the surname, and it looks very similar to the aura function, so Bai Shuo simply called this phenomenon as: Calamity aura.

In the communication channel, Liang Chengcheng's voice was heard, and the bearded Assassin with a cylinder in his hand danced in the shadows of the building:

"Now, the second act of the Holy Grail saga: the berserker scurries through Winterwood, Keneth collapses, and begins! Unrelated personnel leave the venue quickly! ”

Carrying a corpse in his hand, Changsun Wu walked out of the stairs slowly, casually threw the disheveled Kenes on the ground, and sighed with a gloomy face: "The feeling of stripping a man naked and carefully searching every part of his body...... It really sucks. ”

After saying that, his face became more serious, and he glanced at Liang Chengcheng, who was dancing in the corner of the wall and urging him to leave, complaining about "salary increase, more rest, and opposition to the squeezing of players", and jumped out of the tunnel of the elevator.

Descended to the bottom earlier than Ottoria.

"Here we are." With the eyes of dozens of doppelgangers, Liang Chengcheng saw the magicians and reincarnators approaching in the crowd, and nodded to Bai Shuo: "Let's start!" ”

…… After receiving Ling Ke's order, the reincarnation of the 'Orderly' team, Sori, rode a motorcycle, and spent a whole morning and noon, searching the entire Winterwood Town for almost half of the time, tracing the traces left by Hanabi's resentment, and circling a large circle around Winterwood Town.

Even the Ghost Rider's perception was about to lose the direction of his target under the influence of various negative breaths that became more and more impetuous in the air during the day.

, the guy who killed Hanabi actually took advantage of the night to circle the town of Dongmu two or three times, and even jumped into the river and ran for almost four kilometers.

The resentment of Hanabi lingered in the air intermittently, and sometimes it was simply not found, and Sori's mood became more and more irritable.

“f@ck!” This charming blonde woman like a cat scolded the damn guy without regard to her appearance, and licked the cone in her hand with some grievances: "If you can't find it, Ling will be angry, what if you think Sori is useless, don't want Solie...... No, absolutely not in that case...... What is that guy running around, it's so annoying......"

The tight-fitting leather coat wraps around the delicate slender thighs, revealing her beautiful figure.

She just rode on her own locomotive and walked slowly down the street, attracting the attention of countless people. Until the end, Sori, who is depressed and about to go berserk, finally loses her goal.

In the crowded square, Sori had an urge to cry without tears, slowly licking the cream on her fingers, and muttered indistinctly: "Ling will be very angry, what should I do...... And stuffing something strange into Sori's body...... It's comfortable, but it's ugly......"

Like a cat licking its paws, she licked the cream dripping from the cone and squatted on top of the motorcycle in distress, clutching her blonde hair.

Thinking of the 'game' with the captain, Solie Belmont suddenly felt her body start to heat up, and her white fingers couldn't help but slip between her legs secretly, feeling the slippery in the gap, making the sickly crimson on her face thicker and thicker.

(To be continued)