Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 129 The Disappearing Mirabeau
Mirabeau had disappeared long ago, but the remaining rebels were still there.

The rebels fired as hard as they could, but unfortunately their attacks weren't enough to tickle Mazarin's itch.

woohoo.

The huge head whimpered, and the eyes on the upper half of the face quickly turned forward like axles. The muscles around the eyes continued to bulge, and some patterns that looked like earthworms spread around the face.

It seems it has noticed itself.

Ivan's eyes narrowed slightly, and disappeared in the next second.

A tentacle unexpectedly popped out of the ground, piercing through the stratum where he was originally located.

"Not only in the sky, but also in the ground."

De Treville also distracted part of Mazarin's attention.

Although he was only able to fly in the sky, the "bang bang" gunshot still annoyed Mazarin, and the lower half of its tentacles suddenly became hideous, and some of the tentacles turned around and besieged de Treville.

"There are a lot of tentacles, and the situation is not good if this continues."

Because he was flying in the air, it was difficult for de Treville to control his expression.

He could only frown, his whole face was as stiff as if it had been carved on a tree stump.

"Forward, or backward."

He narrowly dodged once again, and the hair on his forehead didn't even have time to lift.

De Treville remembered the previous promise to Ivan. He didn't know what the wizard could do, but at this moment, he could only trust the other party.

"Forward, forward."

"Go forward by any means."

"It's time to take the plunge!"

Among the many tentacles entangled, de Treville found the opportunity to break through the encirclement.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed towards the location of Mazarin's brain.

De Treville attacked from the sky, and he was much faster than Ivan.

Ivan is also currently fighting hard. He has more tentacles to deal with, so he can only harvest these black limbs with the overclocked horseshoe.While he was fighting fiercely, he suddenly noticed that the attack frequency of the surrounding tentacles had decreased significantly. He moved his ears and noticed a white air current in the sky.

"That fellow de Treville has rushed to that position."

He shouted loudly: "Not good, it's dangerous."

De Treville could not hear Ivan's reminder.

This man was at the craziest moment, he could clearly feel the reduction of bone in his body, and every reduction meant that he was getting closer to death.

For this reason, he decided to give it a go.

De Treville felt something wet around his eyes, what was it?
is blood.

During rapid flight, intracranial pressure increases rapidly.

Blood spilled from the eye sockets.

But that's okay.

De Treville was willing to pay the price of his life to fight against Mazarin, not only because of the perverse actions of Mazarin and the Religious Administration, but also because he himself was persecuted by Mazarin.

This has nothing to do with belief.

Simply a conflict of interest.

King Charles of Franchite trusted him and gave Colonel de Treville the position of musket captain, and de Treville, in order to repay King Charles, devoted himself to his service.

So after Mazarin came to power, he was the first to be eliminated.

However, due to the influence of the former cardinal, it has not been completely cleaned up.

Accidentally leaked the wind.

Colonel de Treville started his fugitive career ahead of schedule. He was chased by people from the religious management office to a cliff, and then fell to the bottom of the cliff.

The jellyfish thought he was dead.

He is dead.

Mentally on the verge of death, physically lost an arm.

When his arm rolled down the cliff, it got stuck in the crevice of the rock and broke.

When it hit the ground, the entire right arm was basically like a balloon with a hole in it.

Although the musket also fell on the edge of his arm, de Treville didn't even have the strength to pick it up to commit suicide at this time, he could only watch the blood surrounding the musket.

Just when de Treville was desperately waiting to die, a bird flew over.

It is no ordinary bird.

It was a flying bird made of steel.

The steel bird flew on de Treville's shoulder, observing the man's body curiously.

hallucinations?
How could there be a silver bird.

Just when de Treville was about to lose consciousness, the steel bird laid an egg.

That egg fused his right arm with the musket.

It also saved his life.

De Treville's eyes were flushed, and his face also flushed, and then turned blue.

He hadn't forgotten who had forced it that way.

Who made him almost die.

And his benefactor—King Charles.

The musketeer who died in order to cover his escape.

"You'll have to pay for everything."

"Too impulsive."

Ivan thought secretly, he saw de Treville approaching Mazarin's head.

But more tentacles approached him at the same time.

"go to hell--!"

De Treville stopped firing propelling bullets, and he fell from it in an average speed curve, and in front of him was an eye hundreds of times larger than his body, that ugly and huge body, like Cyclops Polyphemus.

call out.

The muzzle contained flames, and the bullets were ready to go.

As long as it brings pain to the enemy, it's worth it no matter what.

He showed a slight smile, and the musket was aimed at Mazarin's beastly pupils.

Swish—a tentacle emerged from the ground and hit the man from an angle that was difficult for ordinary people to observe.

There were no screams.

De Treville fell like a kite with a broken string.

He spat blood, the last thought in his head.

Failed.

Sorry, didn't last a quarter of an hour.

Ivan was running fast from the very beginning, but fortunately Mazarin was attracted by de Treville, otherwise he really couldn't run so smoothly to the place where de Treville landed.

"It's saved."

Ivan took him out of the war zone.

De Treville lost consciousness.

All the bones in his body were broken.

The arm attached to the musket could not even be lifted.

"It's very lucky to be alive in a situation like his."

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he can survive, there is hope for a cure.

He turned his head and looked at the monster that blocked the sky: "It seems that Mazarin's nerve reflexes are restricted by his body size, the speed of the tentacles away from the brain is very slow, and it is easy to dodge, but once the tentacles that are close to Mazarin body, then the speed of the tentacles will be faster."

The horseshoe held by Ivan's other hand also reached its limit at this time.

The black iron pieces disintegrated into pieces and fell on the sand.

He lost his best means of attack.

"It seems that we can only sit back and watch Mazarin destroy the city. Before the Iron Bird comes back, blindly fighting will only lose the chance we finally got."

So far, he can only give up.

Ivan and de Treville left the field.

The rebel attack was weak and weak.

Mazarin could not feel the presence of the enemy, so he moved slowly towards the residential area.

Boom, boom——!
The residents of the city were trembling, and the crowd was running around like crazy.

"No, help me."

"Hmph, I'm a nobleman, don't block my way."

"Go away, or I will kill you."

"Satan, this must be Satan who destroys the world, hahaha."

The city was in chaos, and even the rebels felt powerless.

Don Serra fell to his knees on the ground, weeping uncontrollably: "What are we all doing?"

"No way, no way at all."

"That monster is too big for muskets to work."

Don Quixote was silent, he looked at the steel sword on his waist, and sighed.

Surprisingly, a familiar voice appeared behind everyone.

"Everyone, guns don't work, can artillery work?"

The rebels suddenly showed surprise eyes.

"Didn't you run away?"

Count Mirabeau laughed loudly: "Anyone can run, but I can't."

He said to the soldiers and ammunition behind him: "I found the artillery hidden by the religious management office. These jellyfish are afraid of the sound of the artillery. As long as there is a loud noise, they will all stop eating, so I hid them. Found it."

"sharp."

This sentence is sincere.

Being able to think of places that others can't think of is an essential quality of a leader.

When Count Mirabeau came to bring soldiers, there were gunners, and the rebels also had gunners who knew how to fire.

Anyway, no matter what, call out first.

Mirabeau stood behind the cannon vigorously: "Listen to my command, fire all the cannons!!!"

In an instant, the artillery flew together, and the flames lit up the clouds.

At this time, there are still 5 minutes before the end of the quarter of an hour.

Fight back a little bit.

(End of this chapter)