Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 126 Brutal Battle

Mazarin is like slime, but much more disgusting than slime.

His muscles have no plasticity at all, and his whole body is almost like a mass of fat.

De Treville raised his musket arm, took advantage of the gap between the opponent's pause, and aimed at its body to fire bullets.

The bony bullet carried a large amount of kinetic energy, quickly passed through the skin, and sank into it.

The results have had little effect.

It's like shooting into the water, without causing a little splash.

"Here we go again."

A rebel was caught by his left leg, hanging upside down in the air and about to be sent into his mouth.

Ivan appeared in time and jumped high.

Cut off Mazarin's arm and saved the man.

"It's alright."

"Ahem, cough, he's too fast."

Ivan commanded everyone present: "Everyone fire."

It was a feint.

Although ordinary bullets are not as strong as bone bullets, they should be able to cause a little damage under a hail of bullets.

Mazarin had a strange expression on his face.

Because of his obesity, his eyes were cold, but his mouth was smiling.

Phew, a stray bullet knocked off his ear.

The other bullets hit his eyes.

This forced Mazarin to squeeze his other eye and move it to the center of his head.

"Grandma, what kind of monster is this?"

Ivan fell into a wry smile, and he himself didn't know how he created such a monster.

When I was confused, I didn't think about the consequences.

De Treville's bone bullet was a little more penetrating, and instead of aiming at Mazarin's head, he hit his knuckles as best he could.

It turns out that hitting the head doesn't help at all.

The opponent's brains came out, as if nothing happened.

"Eat you."

Mazarin finally started to change his moves, his limbs gradually elongated, and his whole body no longer relied on the elasticity of his muscles to jump, but was like a reptile, relying on his powerful limbs to pounce on the rebels.

Tang Serra wanted to attack, waving his long sword and stabbing at the front door.

With a light sweep of Mazarin, the opponent flew out of the battlefield.

"Fire."

It's no use firing.

Mazarin is like a mass of jelly, and the cells reproduce by themselves.

This kind of small-scale damage won't work.

The bullet hit his body, and before it left his body, his muscles recovered one step at a time.

Ivan stared at the wound: "This level is no longer successful in conventional combat. Even if you burn it with a horseshoe, the opponent's cells can continue to regenerate. It seems that you have to use grenade marbles."

As a ritual product that has been researched hard, Ivan is very confident in the power of this product.

And the opponent happened to belong to such a monster that likes to devour its prey.

If the grenade marbles were used to explode in his body, the result would be remarkable.

Don Quixote jumped on Mazarin's back, hoping to stab him in the heart, but unfortunately the resistance of the body was greater than expected, and the blade was at most one-third deep, and the rest could no longer stab.

"Amazing."

De Treville made a comment.

Compared with Don Quixote, Don Serra, who is also a knight, has a lot of hips.

Although he also has [Reaction Force Muscle] in his body, neither the proportion contained nor his personal martial arts are far inferior to Don Quixote.

"Why did you jump down?"

He shook his head: "That thing's skin seems to have life force, I just stepped on his back, and I was already attacked."

Ivan glanced at his shoes, and there were already deep signs of corrosion on the originally dark leather boots. If he hadn't jumped off early, the general attack of this chemical agent could infect the soles of his feet.

"I have a plan, I just need bait."

"How to do it?"

"It's simple, just open his mouth as wide as possible."

"That's so easy."

It was too late to continue complaining, Don Quixote was attacked again, he kept jumping backwards, and managed to get out of Mazarin's attack range.

It may be knowing who is a threat.

Mazarin's attacks have been confined to Don Quixote, Ivan, and Don Serra.

Even de Treville was given up by the opponent because he was not the main force.

There was a dust storm on the ground, the beautiful palace was gradually shaking, and the tiles on the vault had begun to fall. This was because Ivan and his battlefield were far away.

bait.

It's not that ordinary talents can't be baited.

It's just that ordinary people's physical fitness is too late to dodge.

Unless you don't care about the safety of the bait at all, just stuff the [grenade marbles] into the bait's clothes and let him go in from Mazarin's throat.

If fighting alone, Ivan would definitely do it.

But now he is no longer the laboratory weirdo he used to be. He is now the leader of the Mobo Society, and the people under him are basically good people.

What would Don Quixote think of him if he did such a despicable thing.

What will other people think of him.

The most important thing for a leader is to convince the crowd.

If he cannot convince the public, then his organization is not far from collapse.

Don Quixote provoked the monster's anger in front, and kept dodging while swinging left and right.

Many buildings along the way suffered damage.

On the ground and in mid-air, there are broken construction wastes.

His muscles are burning, which is the expression of [reaction force muscles] fully integrated.

Finally, Mazarin couldn't hold back his anger. Like a wild beast, he kept swinging his head and hitting all the obstacles in front of him. Then the eyes on his head widened, and the almond-like animal pupils began to catch Don Quixote's movements.

Finally, it saw it.

"Roar--"

A huge shadow fell from the sky, and the big mouth opened a full 180 degrees.

good chance.

Ivan's eyes flashed, all the grenade marbles in his hand were activated, and then they were thrown into Mazarin's mouth.

Gollum.

Mazarin felt something strange, but still swallowed.

Don Quixote took this opportunity to leave the attack range.

Gollum.

Gollum.

According to the way the mental force is activated, the detonation time of the grenade marbles is also different.

Ivan chose the slowest mode, such a long time was enough for the opponent to get the marbles into his stomach.

Gollum.

There was no thunder in the sky, and Mazarin's stomach was rumbling.

He felt abnormal at first, but soon attacked Ivan again.

Ivan's evasion was even easier.

He appeared in front of Mazarin for a while, and behind Zait's head for a while, making the other party confused and turned around in circles.

Tang Serra walked up to his brother and sighed, "It's amazing."

"Such speed can only be achieved if the reaction force muscle ratio exceeds [-]."

"I don't even know how much I have."

Don Serra was embarrassed: "Anyway, it must not exceed five, how about you?"

Don Quixote looked at the battlefield: "No more than ten."

Ivan was still dodging, and the range of his movement covered the entire palace.

The building made a crumbling sound because the load-bearing columns were pierced by Mazarin.

Soon, the palace collapsed due to the unbearable weight, and because Mazarin was slower than Ivan, he was pressed down by the building, forming a huge stone mountain.

"three"

"two"

"one."

Ivan ran out.

The flames first burst out from the gap in the stone mountain, and then the dazzling glare illuminated the area.

Boom-!
This violent sound extremely stimulated the eardrums of humans. At first, a bit of onomatopoeia in human language could be discerned, and then it was the rapidly surging airflow, which burst out like a hurricane.

Many huge stones cracked and fell down one after another.

Ivan was out of the range of the explosion, and there were a lot of marbles in the grenade just now.

I didn't expect that there would be such a big explosion when they were crowded together.

The rebel got up from the ground, touched his head, and the stone disintegrated into smaller stones in the sky.

The ground was still shaking, like an earthquake.

"In short, it has been resolved."

Don Serra was the first to cheer: "That's great."

"The old monster Mazarin is finally dead."

"Francet is free at last."

"It's fantastic that our efforts paid off."

Ivan rarely smiled, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face.

The ground was still shaking.

Not right.

He subconsciously looked at Don Quixote.

The other party has not noticed the abnormality, and the long sword has been received in its sheath.

It should be because my mental strength is too strong, so I discovered the danger one step ahead.

Boom, boom, boom.

As if a pile driver was driving piles, the hammer fell from the sky and fell to the ground one after another.

Ivan jumped onto a post and looked around.

"There is no anomaly at all nearby."

"Oh no."

His face changed: "This voice came from underground."

Before the singing and dancing rebels realized the danger, a big hole suddenly appeared under their feet.

A huge tentacle came out of it, rolled up several happy rebels through the solid formation, and dragged them into the ground.

"Mom, help me!"

"Something is catching me, come and save me."

Ivan yelled loudly: "Get out, get out."

In the next second, the huge tentacles emerged from under his feet, and the soil expanded in all directions.

The tentacles are like the limbs of a jellyfish.

pure black.

And disgusting.

Ivan's speed is very fast, he left the place one step earlier.

But more tentacles were attacking the other rebels, and he didn't have time to save them.

Boom, boom.

From the current location to the Francite Garden in front of the main palace of Versailles, the whole land keeps falling like a puzzle.

Everyone can only stabilize their bodies as much as possible, so as not to be transferred into the dark underground cave together.

It's a pity that the jellyfish and human soldiers who fought head-on in Versailles.

They didn't have time to take any action.

They all fell into the unknown abyss.

At some point, the tentacle monster had already hollowed out the entire underground of the Palace of Versailles.

This is a full area of ​​100 million square meters.

What kind of existence it is.

(End of this chapter)