"You guy...... It's just a hillbilly who doesn't understand the true meaning of the devil's way! ”

In the face of Roland's merciless cold taunt, Aruba frowned and looked at him with murderous eyes as if he was about to cry.

"No wonder she mixed up with a guy like Aosaki, but she was lucky enough to get some power, and she was just trying to get the lucky one who didn't belong to her own honor, so the association gave her the most suitable color, and in the end, that guy was just a defect called Pain Red!"

"You know what? In the Magic Association, the highest-ranking magician will be given the title of color, among which the three primary colors are the highest honor, and the people of Aozaki want the title of 'green' as their name suggests, but the association does not give her the title. ”

"She was robbed of her inheritance by her own sister, and even the carefully searched demon was planted in the hands of the other party, and the person who joined the guild for revenge is not suitable for pure color, so, Aosaki got an orange opposite to her surname, the same cheesy color as her name, haha, isn't that very suitable for the title of that woman?"

At the mention of this, Aruba's face couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, and he opened his mouth like a machine gun, perfectly showing his pretentious character.

In the real face of Aozaki Orange, Araya Soren is a stronger object than him, he has always disguised himself with a polite appearance, and he doesn't dare to complain more, but once he thinks he has the upper hand, he will continue to use words to seek the approval of others.

"That's right, that's why Aosaki always gives me an underrated rate. I specialized in the rune script first, and I got the reputation of a puppeteer first. ”

"Obviously, her attitude deceived those imbeciles, and her demeaning attitude made those guys think that my abilities were inferior."

"Just think about it! I'm the next abbot of Schuppenheim Abbey! I've been studying magic for more than 40 years, so why should I be ranked behind a little girl in my twenties......! ”

His words were so impassioned that they resounded all around him.

In the face of this opponent who abandoned the pretended cordiality and began to spread curses, Roland just looked at him with boring eyes and said words of cruelty.

"But in the end, learning has nothing to do with age, no matter what reason you use to whitewash yourself, you can't change the fact that Aozaki Orange is much better than Ling."

Although this sentence is not mixed with superfluous emotions and is just an objective evaluation, there is no more provocative insult for Aruba.

Deliberately maintaining the appearance of youth when he is over fifty years old is the best embodiment of his essence.

Of all the magicians Roland has ever seen, Aruba is the most hollow.

He didn't care about the experiment of the Araya Zonglian to the root, and in his heart he thought that the fact of chasing the unknowable realm of the gods was too meaningless, and it was enough to know how the truth of the present world was used, so why bother to trace the origin?

With this point of view, he is more like a so-called 'magician' than Kiritsugu Emiya, that is, he only uses magic as a tool.

It's just that the focus of the two is different, and the reason why Aruba didn't become a doer like Kiritsugu is simply because the fact of becoming a magician makes him feel superior and different.

It's ridiculous, and there's no magician Roland has ever seen.

There are mediocre talents among magicians, and magicians also have things they want to do but can't.

Magicians can be despised, they will meet people who are much better than themselves, and they will be bound by what they are born with.

A person who is empty in his heart and always has to rely on the outside world to fill his self-esteem, whether he is a magician or not, will be a cowardly, superficial, and dismissive person at heart.

But Aruba didn't even think about this kind of thing.

"Originally, it was rare to meet a guy related to Aozaki, and I wanted to save your brain marrow and make a doll to report to that guy in Aozaki, but since you are so anxious to seek death, I will fulfill you."

After listening to Roland's words, Aruba's face was already contorted with disgust.

He recited the incantation with a voice that seemed to break his throat.

Only the complete destruction of the other person's life and existence can satisfy his sick self-esteem.

"It's still very difficult for you to do this alone, but since you have shown me the diversity of human beings and the impression of magicians is a little disillusioned, I will give you a special reward."

Roland patted Asakami Fujino on the shoulder, motioning for the other party to stay where he was and walk forward alone.

"I won't do anything to resist, I'm just going to go to you at the normal speed, and before I touch you, if you hurt me, I'll let you live, but if you don't do it......"

Roland smiled and said calmly: "Then, I will extract your soul alone, merge it with the stone, and let you stay in this city forever and watch over everything." ”

The cardinal's face was completely gloomy, and he looked at Roland wordlessly, and Roland's emotionless words were not so much a threat as some kind of law.

When the other party raised his head and cast his eyes on him, a strong chill made him subconsciously take a step back while holding his chest, and his body trembled slightly because of fear, as if he had completely abandoned the reserve and pride he had before.

But the backward movement lasted only a brief moment before stopping.

His instincts tell him that if he doesn't do what the other person says, everything he has will be denied.

"Then, Red Magician, I hope you are worthy of this title."

Compared with Aruba, who was desperately trying to restrain the panic in his heart, Roland seemed very calm, and he moved in the direction of the other party, not fast, not slow, like a walk.

And the closer Roland got closer, the more Aruba couldn't stop a chill from his back.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and said, "It's just a nameless person! Don't underestimate me! ”

Although the value in personality is a scum that makes a guy like Roland who is not a picky eater too lazy to eat, but under the accumulation of innate materials, the other party's strength as a magician is first-class, and he also has practical experience, and he reacted in time.

"Disappear! Phantom, I will turn the visible into the invisible!

Forget it! Darkness, the invisible will never be touchable!

There are no doubts, the answers are obvious; I hold the light in my left hand and the truth in my right hand. ”

Aruba calmed down and chanted the incantation at a near-limiting speed.

- In the case of magic, a spell is nothing more than an autosuggestion given to the individual, not something that can be easily copied, and it is a magic trick that is windy, just like a person who has awakened the origin, and determines the power of the ability from the beginning, and does not change its nature depending on the user.

However, chanting can make it different, and through the hint of the spell, the magician can integrate the circuit and his own nature into the spell, so the specific spell is based on the preferences of each magician, except for the keywords necessary to discover the magic.

For example, the Tosaka family often added the phrase 'My ancestor and my master Shubein Oku' to the key mantra, symbolizing their relationship with the second magician, Jewel Weng, so as to emphasize their identity, strengthen their self-confidence, and guide the improvement of their own strength, while other magicians do not, which can be more concise.

For this reason, magicians who like to exaggerate and are easily self-absorbed tend to chant very long, but it is also true that the power will increase because of the strong hints brought by the length of the spell.

In this respect, Aruba's chanting can be said to be excellent, although he likes to sing more than the necessary length and many useless texts, but in the specific combinations, he neither exaggerates nor is too long, and uses the minimum of rhyme to arouse his high spirits, and forms a circuit with the movements of the material world in less than two seconds of chanting.

Even from Roland's current point of view, in the category of human beings, the other party does have first-class technology.

"I am the truth of all things, and before me, you will bring about your own destruction!"

Aruba stretched out one hand, and the atmosphere shook slightly, causing Roland's front to immediately burn.

Like a mirage rising from the ground, the cyan sea of fire swallowed everything around Roland.

Each time the flames erupted around Roland, piercing the ground and reaching into the sky like a geyser erupting in a volcanic area.

In just a moment, the sea of fire took away all the oxygen around it, and in the face of the magic flame of more than a thousand degrees Celsius, no matter what kind of creature could transform it from a solid to a gas like butter, and the process of turning into liquid in the middle did not take even a thousandth of a second.

But Aruba saw the young man who was coming towards him with a radiant look after the flames had burned out.

"Impossible......"

Gazed at by his scarlet eyes, Aruba let out a sound of fear.

"Oh," Roland exclaimed, "yes, it's probably only a cut below Kenneth, and it's one of the best in the color level." ”

Although there may be some ridicule in the tone, Roland's praise at the moment is sincere.

The magician rating given by the clock tower is mixed with a lot of factors of paper results, to the level of the sacrifice seat, it needs a certain amount of actual performance, to carry out further education, qualification and wisdom are indispensable, a certain unnamed Ermelo II has been stuck in the class of the canon for a long time, the difficulty of the evaluation of the color position can be imagined.

Of course, this kind of rating only represents the lower limit of the magician at most, and cannot directly represent the combat effectiveness.

When he was young, he was officially appointed to single-handedly serve the servant, and he could win the battle depending on the situation, because he was unwilling to waste time sending papers and brushing resumes, and the rating was just a pawn.

Although Kenneth has always been criticized for his tactics, as far as a magician is concerned, his strength is quite terrifying, after all, even if he is not good at fighting, his achievements are enough to cross the era for twenty years.

Even if his family background and talent are not inferior to him, and a first-class magician like Aruba, who has practical experience, still can't beat Kenneth as a theorist, it is clear from this that it is not for nothing that he can be identified as the heir by a monarch family like Ermelo at a young age.

In the four battles of the original book, he was embarrassed, but whether it was a bombing building or a sneak attack, he couldn't finish Kenneth with one blow.

"That prodigy from the Ore Section? He's not dead......"

The decline of Ermelo in the Clock Tower is big news, and the person who did it is also the Danic of the Thousand Worlds Tree, and it has caused a lot of turmoil. At that time, he was still gloating, and Aruba naturally heard about it, as if he had connected the clues, but now he didn't even have the time to guess Roland's true identity.

Without even hesitating, Aruba once again unleashed his killer move, repeating the magic that required a long chant in brief words.

“Repeat！ (Repeat)"

With a tearing, sharp sound, the sea of flames erupted again, and then disappeared in an instant.

Although Aruba has always behaved like a traditional magician, his dismissive attitude towards his roots suggests that he is essentially a combination of traditionalism and reformism.

Compared to the old antiques of the clock tower, he didn't care what printing technology would blaspheme the mystery.

What communication technology will poison mysterious, this is the saying.

Copy, Repeat, in his opinion, are good carriers, the beginning of the advance of the words spread through the ignorant masses, magic chanting can be done only once!

“Repeat！”

With a flick of his staff, Aruba filled the incantation with resentment and curse, and on touch the air it burned like gasoline on fire, turning into flames in front of an enemy who was not supposed to be in this world.

But...... Although the flames tried to envelop Roland, they died before they could get close to him.

Roland, who slowly approached from the disappearing flames, also sighed a little, "Sending out so many high-temperature flames in an instant is not a complete insult to the title of Red Magician." ”

The horror of death made Aruba's barren brain finally understand some facts.

Such an existence, will there also be a demand for Aozaki oranges?

He immediately reacted to the reason for yesterday's desolate Ya Zonglian's desire to cover up.

Araya, you count me!

But in the face of the fear that was about to swallow up even his thoughts, he just wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but his knees were like bones had been removed, and he collapsed to the ground, only to make a feeble denial.

"Impossible......"

Hearing Aruba's words, Roland frowned, his ruby eyes revealing the fact that he was tired of hearing this sentence.

"It's my turn, give your soul away."

He didn't even bother to stretch out his hand, a white light appeared in his eyes, and he was about to take out Aruba's soul, but the incredible thing is that when the sheep's divine power touched Aruba, the first thing that came out was not the other party's soul, but a strange phenomenon, as if he wanted to convey something to Roland.

- A disk with a different luster slowly ejected from Aruba's head.

And with such signs, Aruba, who was still moaning with remorse, his eyes were also much more dilated, as if he had fallen into a dream.

"This ...... What is it! ”

Aruba, who had completely lost control of his body, but was still mentally conscious, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the strange but mechanical disc on his forehead, and let out a cry of horror.

"Yes...... An order, so it is, you are just a 'letter', no wonder it was delivered in the afternoon, and he only began to carve the specific contents into your body after I went out. ”

Roland looked at the strange disc with a little joy in his eyes, as if it conveyed a fact that touched him.

"What are you talking about! I'll be out at noon! ”

Aruba's words became weaker and weaker, but after he was awakened, he also found that there was indeed a strange gap in his mind, and since noon, it was clear that he had not come into contact with any strange characters......

Wrong......

There is still one person.

"Did I fall into his palm in the first place? Am I a clown from the beginning! ”

The young man in red let out a frightened and regretful sound.

But Roland wasn't going to listen to his cries anymore, he turned his head, not going to waste time here.

"Let's go, Fujino."

Without saying a word, Roland left with Fujino Asagami, who was looking at the disc on Aruba's head with some curiosity, without the slightest nostalgia, as if the other party was just a dispensable garbage.

Aruba, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't even have the slightest sense of happiness for the rest of his life, he moved his eyes that he could still control to look down at him, watching the dirt cover his flesh little by little, and the viscous orange liquid flowing on the surface of his body, which soon transformed him into a new life.

The man wasn't joking, he was really going to turn himself into a living stone.

Something must be done, and you must take advantage of the contempt of the other party, and as a first-class magician, even if you only have your eyes moving, you can't give up the activation of the technique.

Aruba took advantage of the fact that the connection between his body had not been severed, and he desperately gave hints to himself, trying to connect with the circuit.

Thoughts are also constantly flying, sorting out everything they encounter.

What kind of existence is that man? This is definitely not something that can be produced in modern times, could it be that the root is real, and that guy did find the right path, so the inhibition sent out the guardians?

But would the Guardian be so careless...... obviously has the strength to directly erase himself, but he doesn't do it immediately, but lets himself slowly experience this torture-like torture.

It doesn't make sense to use bad taste, otherwise why would he want to leave, appreciating his performance under this torture is the key to this kind of behavior.

Thinking of the 'letter' in Roland's mouth before, Aruba's eyes bulged, and he suddenly looked at the alley where Roland had left.

It's been three minutes, and the lower half of my body is completely petrified, and if that guess is true, it should be ......

Just as Aruba's eyes widened and he struggled like a fish on a board, a figure suddenly appeared from the mouth of the alley and walked towards him.

The figure looked very tall, but its steps were as if it had been trained, and every step was smooth without any unnecessary sound.

The person who came was dressed in black priest's robes, and his heavy and bitter temperament was almost like carved out of a mold with his old friend known to Aruba, Araya Zonglian.

Aruba recognized this fellow, the priest who had his origin as a pleasure and who was more bitter than Araya, and he was impressed.

This impression was even more profound after feeling how terrifying it was for the other party to gain new power after awakening to the origin.

Araya was right, from the beginning, it was a really bad idea to contact this man.

At the moment when this man appeared, his body, which was already unable to move, actually regained the right to control like a medical miracle.

The magician in red called out the other man's name in a trembling voice.

"Yan Feng Qili...... It's ...... you."

He opened his mouth, ready to use the last of his strength to recite a spell to teach the other party a lesson before he lost consciousness completely, but he had only just spoken.

The strange blankness of a dream once again put him in a trance.

When he opened his eyes, Yan Feng Qili's hands were already holding two discs stacked together.

"What did you do...... My knowledge, my memory......"

Aruba's voice grew weaker and weaker, and the incantation he had just been silently chanting halfway through was interrupted.

It's not because of his lack of willpower, but that the knowledge, the ability, and the memory itself, like ice in water, suddenly detached from his mind.

"—[DISC] Recovered complete."

Spit out cold and solemn words from his mouth, and after putting away the two discs, Yan Fengqili looked coldly at the embarrassed magician in front of him, and didn't even have the idea of explaining.

"Now that the most crucial elements have been gathered, rejoice, magician, that you will be a cornerstone on the road to true happiness, and this is the highest honor."

Yan Feng Qili slowly raised his hand, stared at the pale phantom that overlapped his wrist, and then slowly opened another DVD box from his arms, pulled out a diskette, and said in a frenzied and expectant voice.

"At this rate, it is estimated that there will be two minutes before you are completely petrified, so before giving it to Lord Roland, let me put your value to the last use, how can I not celebrate the beginning of such a great cause?"

"Praise it! It is Heaven that has been conceived in our humble souls, and a new world is about to begin! ”

With a twist of his wrist, Yan Feng Qili threw the disk directly into Aruba's brain like throwing a dart!

But instead of cutting his head in half, the disk that was a real object slowly melted into his head.

The solemn priest did not seem surprised by this fact, and slowly spread out his hands, and closed his eyes in revulsion as if he were conducting an orchestra.

Aruba, on the other hand, opened his mouth in despair, tears in his eyes slowly flowing down his raised face, and from his throat came a clear tone not inferior to that of a church organ.

"Ha ~ Li ~ Lu ~ Ya, Ha ~ Li ~ Lu ~ Ya!"

Under the epic ensemble of oboe and violin, Yan Fengqili's hands naturally danced with this rhythm.

"Very good,

Praise this touch!

Praise be to Heaven!

Praise be to Roland! ”

"This is Handel's masterpiece for the unfinished God, for our Messiah!"

In the dark forest, there was a voice that seemed to cry and laugh, with determination.

"Lord Roland, I will definitely wake you up!"

…… I really shouldn't have anything to do with these monsters.

This was the last thought of the magician in red before he lost consciousness.

Two-in-one,Changed the previous text this morning.,Deleted some in the afternoon.,It's estimated that there are five or six hundred words.,Slow down.,Two normal changes tomorrow.

(End of chapter)