The metal twisted and rolled like leaves in the scorching sun, the two submachine guns were reforged into a shoulder-fired rocket cannon, and even the sleeves of the priesthood were integrated into it, and the young priest Heinkel and the huge cannon body were fused into one, facing the 360-degree all-round attack of the magic projectile.

In the battle, he has fully analyzed the opponent's battle mode and ability, once he understands the opponent's hole cards, no matter how he flips the tricks, the result is the same.

In front of the blow that the opponent threw all his might, it was impossible to replicate the previous correspondence of repelling the barrage with holy bullets. And, as Heinkel himself said, he wasn't the defensive type.

Now that the enemy has played the trump card of pressing the bottom of the box, all that has to be done is to counterattack.

The eyes without any emotion are fixed on Caspar, who is scattering the barrage, and in the face of the hideous and terrifying enemy, the calm pupils are filled with a strong hatred for the existence of "heresy".

The barrage approached, but Heinkel didn't move.

The trigger, which was integrated with the priesthood garment, hooked the fingers, like stone carvings, without even a hint of trembling.

"Also...... No good ......."

In the sense of dislocation of time as long as dozens of minutes every second, Heinker's gaze passed through the barrage storm, biting the figure that was darker than the night, dense beads of sweat appeared on the corners of his forehead, and his face became more and more pale.

The cannon body deviated little by little, until it overlapped perfectly with the figure, and then it was completely frozen.

"Also...... Almost ......"

A hoarse murmur, trembling as if it was about to grasp something.

At this time, the magic bullet had already been killed in front of him, and in the abnormal speed of time passing, he could even see the bullet stirring the atmosphere and leaving a vortex, while rushing straight towards Heinkel's eyes without blinking.

"To hell!!"

The barrel of the cannon fused with the priesthood garments whipped up a fierce wind, and the rapidly expanding air swept all the magic bullets that could reach Heinkel in a fraction of a second, into the barrel that was part of the miracle.

"I want to reproduce the sword that David snatched!"

The roar overlapped with the sound of counter-artillery.

What came out of the barrel was not an ordinary shell. Rather, it condensed the power of three hundred magic bullets and miracles, and the torrent built by something darker than night and deeper than dusk, this dark torrent rushed towards Caspar in one breath.

Legend has it that after the young shepherd David struck the invincible giant Goliath with a catapult, David took Goliath's sword and used it to take off Goliath's head.

David killed Goliath with the sword he had taken

That is, he killed Goliath with the sin of Goliath.

Heinker's new miracle is not only integrated with weapons, taking away the sin of Goliath, Caspar's "power", and attaching his own "power" to fight back, but even the "power" of the opponent can be used by me.

It may be more appropriate to call this scene "collapse".

The Magic Bullet Storm that erupted around Caspar launched an all-round attack aimed at himself this time. The magic bullet that depicted the radial trajectory returned to the magic bullet shooter himself, and in the blink of an eye, the black body seemed to be crushed by the pressure released by itself, compressed, and collapsed. Approaching, with a roar, burst into a violent explosion.

The aftermath of the impact alone nearly opened the entire underground space, and the entire sewer seemed to be placed in the midst of a tsunami of endless thunder, and the roaring blasts continued to scream.

The dazzling light of the fire at the center of the explosion was still shining, but the ominous black figure was no longer visible.

"Finally cleaned up ......!"

Passionately and reassuringly, Heinkel gasped and muttered.

Caspar's own strength and David's miraculous power were combined—no matter how strong the defenses were, in the face of a multiplying torrent of power......

The horizon suddenly changed rapidly, and when the horizontally moving scenery and the impact from his left shoulder came to the conclusion that he was being pushed away, a silver flash swept through the field of vision, and scarlet liquid sprayed out, and since the effect of the priesthood was still there, Heinkel could even see the process of every drop of blood rolling in the air, and even after the splash of blood, Caspar's expression change with a frown and smacking his lips could be seen clearly.

"Father Priest!!"

It was the tall Father Hans Christian Andersen who fell on the blood.

Two questions arise with the anomaly in front of you.

Why is Caspar still alive?

Why is it that even though the miracle of the priesthood is still working, Caspar is able to tear the priesthood with his bare hands, and even injure the other person's flesh?

While thinking about the problem, he drew a new submachine gun and aimed it at Caspar without hesitation, and the whole process was only a few tenths of a second, and the action was completed in one go.

However, it was too sluggish for Caspar.

"What?"

Shaking his hand, Caspar twisted his neck and said with a look of disdain:

"Do you think you still have a chance?"

Heinkel suddenly fell forward, and from his shoulders to his chest, a red line slowly emerged from his priesthood robes, and with a pop, red blood mist sprayed into the air.

"It's miserable. ”

Glaring at the two men who had fallen at their feet, Caspar muttered.

"I almost felt sorry for you when I saw you die twice in a row and didn't die, and finally fell to a miserable end. ”

“...... It's miserable to be sympathized with by you. ”

Andersen, who was lying in a pool of blood, rebuked sharply:

"I never gave up my faith, nor did I think of being sympathetic and pitiful to heretics. Besides, if everything is declared to be over before the wish is fulfilled, it is called miserable. ”

"I feel the same way. ”

As if to sigh, Caspar said:

"If the imp who pretended to be dead over there could have such rich battlefield experience and observation as you, plus the protection of St. Kitaujo, maybe I would really die just now. ”

“......！！”

Heinkel leaped to his feet, his movements slower than usual, but still graceful to the beholder.

Perhaps attracted by the grace, the new slash from the waist to the chest was not fatal. However, the sharp pain of half of the broken ribs also made Heinker's expression twisted.

"As the Lord's Guard, the Guards are all carefully selected elite soldiers, and those who can obtain the interview qualifications are the elites of the elites of each unit, each of whom has an iron will, which is better than the toughness of artificial super rubber, and has mastered a number of special technologies, and there is even no shortage of special professional certificates. However, most of these shortlisted candidates were brushed off at the first interview. Do you know why?"

There was no sell-off, and Caspar directly revealed the answer.

"They weren't focused enough, they didn't even see the examination room and examiners that were constructed with illusion techniques, and they just followed the instructions issued by the phantom and returned to the original unit. ”

As Caspar said, the Guards interview can be extremely demanding, and the first step is to report to a designated office, where an administrative officer with the rank of colonel will inform you that "there is a temporary change in your itinerary, so report to such and such an air base immediately." "If you follow this instruction, then congratulations, you have successfully lost the election, and you will also receive a free ticket back to your original unit and a label that reads "Incompetent".

The mechanism is very simple, it is nothing more than using illusion to create a deceptive stereoscopic image, projecting a non-existent person in front of an empty desk, then projecting a virtual image of the wall on both sides to adjust the sense of spatial balance, disguising the desk placed in the corner as if it was placed in the center of the office, and finally placing a small amplifier under the desk. Then the examiner hid behind the illusion of the wall and watched a group of elites put on a one-man show against the phantom.

"If this is the examination room for the interview of the pro-guard team, as an examiner who has enjoyed a one-man show, I can only give zero points. Then write the following comment: 'The interviewee has problems with basic cognitive abilities before talking about common sense, and the interviewee's history should be carefully investigated to verify whether there is any falsification, and then include his or her experience in an educational model to explain what it means to be narrow-minded, unobservant, and distracted.' Got it, little ghost, you're a piece of waste that can't even tell the difference between a phantom and a real person. ”

Looking at the young priest who had fallen to the ground with an unwilling expression, Caspar smiled pleasantly.