A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 980 False stage

"What...are you talking about?" Langar looked at the young man in front of him in confusion, and his eyes became wary.

He didn't know why the other party was so confident, it was like... the other party knew very well about the Holy Grail War that hadn't happened yet! ?

It's obviously something that hasn't happened yet, how can you possibly understand it?

An inexplicable sense of crisis arose in the old man's heart.

He was running the magic power in the magic circuit in his body, and his whole person became extremely vigilant.

He heard a "crunching" sound from his spine.

This was the magic circuits, ordinary nerves, and blood vessels throughout his body that were warning him to be careful about the young man in front of him.

The disciple, no, at least the man who was Langar's disciple a few minutes ago, took a step towards Langar and said to himself in an emotionless voice: "Maqiri, Einzbern and Tohsaka, they The system created by the three companies is so good that it cannot be copied perfectly. Although I would like to start the war with a complete copy, the Third Holy Grail War, which was used as a reference in order to imitate this system, itself appeared It’s a lot of trouble. It’s really a headache.”

The man's appearance showed that he was only about twenty-five years old, but at this moment, he seemed to have witnessed it with his own eyes, and he actually started to talk about what happened more than sixty years ago.

Langal's expression became extremely ugly.

He began to doubt the identity of the young man in front of him, Faldius? No, the other person probably doesn't have that name.

How could someone who could copy the entire Holy Grail War system based on the third Holy Grail War that happened sixty years ago with frequent accidents be his disciple?

"Who are you anyway?"

Listening to the old magician's questions, the man seemed very satisfied. There was a sinister expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth were pulled open in a strange arc. He continued to express his emotions calmly: "Old man, you used the word 'young' to describe my country, so you should remember it all the more."

"...remember what?"

"Don't underestimate a young country too much."

Crunch, crunch, crunch... Whether it was due to alertness or anger, all the bones and muscles in Langal's body were squeezed together.

"You...are really...not Faldius...?"

"I am Faldius. It's just that except for my name, everything I do in front of you is just a show. All in all, up to this moment today, I have learned a lot about the Association. For this reason , I should thank you first." Faldius smiled contemptuously.

"You guy..." Langar was angry when he heard this.

Obviously, this young man is a spy! According to what the other party said, the other party seems to belong to the young country in front of him?

So when and how did the other party sneak in? What's the purpose?

No... It seems that now is not the time to think about these issues. Based on the experience he has accumulated as a magician for many years, Langaer instantly identified the man in front of him from a "disciple" to an "enemy". The enemy was currently facing him, so naturally he had to fight him first. yes.

Although the two got along for a long time, Langar was determined to put aside the relationship between master and apprentice and kill Faldius immediately if he did anything inappropriate.

Even so, Langar's instinct still told him that he was in danger.

He had confirmed Faldius's skills as a magician before, and he did not think that Faldius was hiding his strength at that time. In other words, the opponent's strength would not give him such an instinctive sense of crisis. .

So...where does this sense of crisis come from? Langar was puzzled and did not dare to let down his guard at all. He stared at Faldius in front of him: "In other words, are you a spy sent to the association by an external organization? Since you determined to become a magician in front of me, From the moment I became a teacher?”

"An external organization..." Faldius shook his head regretfully after hearing this, "Both the association and the church seem to think that this Holy Grail War was arranged by a heretical magic group that is not under the jurisdiction of the association. Why... No, forget it."

Faldius was only halfway through speaking and was not ready to continue. He remembered that he seemed to have no reason to make the old guy in front of him who insulted his motherland understand.

As if he had nothing to say, he took a step forward, as if ready to make a move.

"!!"

Looking at Faldius's movements, although Langar did not detect murderous intent or hostility, and could not even feel the magic power fluctuations on the opponent's body, the sense of crisis in his heart made him still fully prepared in order to Able to flexibly move the body's center of gravity and perform spells.

He was confident that no matter what kind of attack the young man in front of him used, he could handle it.

"...Don't underestimate the old man, kid."

As he spoke, Langar rehearsed in his mind what the opponent would do next and how he could respond.

However, just when he thought it was a duel between magicians, he was doomed to a complete defeat.

because……

Faldius had no intention of fighting a magic battle with him from the beginning.

The look on Faldius's face turned cold, and he said calmly: "You are the one who looks down on others, right? Old sir. Whether it is me, a young magician, or my young motherland, in your eyes, it seems that None of it is worth mentioning. Unlike you... I was going to give it my all from the beginning."

Before he finished speaking, Faldius lit the lighter he had held in his hand at some point, and a cigarette instantly appeared in the other hand that was originally free.

It looks like taking something from the air, but there is no magic flow.

Seeing the surprised look on Langal's face, Faldius smiled from the bottom of his heart this time, held the cigarette in his mouth, and said, "Haha, it's just a little trick, not magic."

Faldius lit his cigarette and continued to mutter unhurriedly: "Ah, by the way, we are not a group of magicians, please don't be offended. We are an organization affiliated with the United States, and some of our people happen to be magicians. That’s all.”

Langar was silent for only a moment and then opened his mouth. In order to buy time to form magic power, he planned to ask Faldius: "I see. So, what does that cheap cigarette have to do with your all-out effort——"

But before he could speak, he was speechless.

Blood bloomed on his forehead, and a blood hole appeared between his eyebrows.

From this moment on, Langar was unconscious and could be pronounced dead.

This is a bullet hole.

That's right, Faldius does not belong to the magician group, so he will not honestly engage in a magic duel with Langar. From the beginning, he had no intention of defeating the old magician in front of him with magic.

After all, it is a thankless job.

Wouldn't it be much easier to use a gun without magic?

"Times have changed, old man."

As he spoke, the barrage was still pouring towards the old magician in front of him. After all, the bullet just arrived was just the first one. It didn't mean that there were no bullets behind him. In fact, it was aimed at Langar from the shadow of the forest behind him. There are no less than dozens of firearms. The sniper's distance varies from near to far, and the bullets naturally have a sequence. However, whether they are first or last, these bullets will not be affected by the fact that the old man in front of him is already dead under the first bullet. Any mercy stopped in mid-air.

Dozens of bullets shot into the old man's body like a pursuit.

Under this excessive impact, the old man's body danced like a dancer in the red drizzle.

Faldius looked at the corpse dancing energetically in the hail of bullets, with a faint smile on his face, and even slowly clapped his hands in appreciation: "Mr. Langar, thank you for your funny dance performance, You look thirty years younger.”

A few minutes later--

Faldius stared at his master lying in a pool of blood without moving a step.

The surrounding forest smelled completely different from before, and dozens of men in camouflage uniforms appeared from behind Faldius.

This "troop" all wore black hoods, and held dangerously sophisticated black iron blocks in their hands, which were assault rifles equipped with silencers.

This group of men wearing black hoods can't even tell their race, let alone their expressions. One of them walked up to Faldius, saluted with a crisp gesture, and then reported: "Report, the target has been annihilated, and there are no abnormalities around."

"Thank you for your hard work." Contrary to his previous attitude, Faldius' tone to his subordinates was very gentle.

Faldius slowly walked towards the old magician's body. He looked down at the dead bodies on the ground with a faint smile, and said to the men behind him without looking back: "You don't know much about magicians, so I'll explain it to you."

The men in camouflage uniforms lined up at some point and listened carefully to Faldius without saying a word.

"Magicians are not magicians. You don't have to think of magicians as characters that appear in fairy tales or myths. Just think of them as characters in Japanese cartoons and Hollywood movies."

Faldius squatted down in front of the piece of meat that was once his master, and then pinched one of the pieces with his hands.

No one protested or even frowned at this gruesome act.

"Magicians will die once killed, and physical attacks are mostly effective. Although there are strong men who can resist thousands of shotguns with flowing mercury rituals, there are also magicians who transfer their consciousness to parasites in their bodies in order to live forever. People. However, the former cannot stop an anti-tank rifle, and if the latter is directly hit by a missile, it is basically impossible to survive. "

Probably taking Faldius' words as a joke, the men in camouflage uniforms who had been expressionless before laughed.

However, those laughter stopped abruptly after hearing the next sentence.

"However, there are exceptions...for example, this person, he was not there in the first place."

"...How do you say this, Your Excellency Faldius?" The soldiers seemed a little confused about Faldius's words. People have died here, how can they say they were not present?

Hearing the soldiers' harsh questions, Faldius smiled and threw a piece of corpse over.

The soldier caught it without changing his expression and stared at the piece of meat that seemed to be the tip of his finger. Soon, his pupils shrank sharply, as if he saw something surprising: "... unexpectedly!"

Under the light, the cross section of the piece of meat was indeed red, and the bones were indeed exposed, but it was fundamentally different from the real human body. Several transparent filaments similar to optical fibers were exposed from the gaps between the flesh and bone, each one squirming strangely like a nematode.

Obviously, there is no such thing in normal people.

"This is a prosthesis, or a 'doll' is more appropriate. After all, Mr. Langar is a thoughtful spy and would not be stupid enough to come to such a place in person. His real body should be in a certain branch of the association. , or maybe he is panicking about my betrayal in his studio." Faldius explained, while raising his head and looking into the distance, sighing with some regret.

This is the trouble with magicians. Although they are not supermen, they each have their own means of saving lives. Although normal people can use thermal weapons to deal fatal blows to these pretentious guys, they are easily fooled.

"Doll, how could this happen?" The soldiers were confident in their firepower just now, but now they felt a little frightened.

In response, Faldius shrugged slightly.

This is what he wants.

It is necessary to give these people the confidence to face the magician and tell them that the magician is not invincible, but also not to make these guys overconfident. After all, they are facing a group of extremely cunning guys.

"Oh, even though it is a very superb technique, it does not completely hide the unnatural places. In order to cover up these shortcomings, he deliberately used the appearance of an old man. By the way, there is a female magician who is better than him. She did it The doll is exactly like a real person, and it seems that even DNA identification cannot be found." Faldius looked at the surprised soldiers and continued to explain with a smile.

The soldiers frowned in confusion and gave him advice: "According to this... this magician is not dead, right? Then couldn't he hear our conversation just now? After all, you see... this person Even though it was broken into pieces, the structure inside is still crawling."

"Yes, because the magic power inside has not dissipated, or it has not been recovered yet." Faldius smiled, not caring, "But it doesn't matter, we will continue to act according to the original plan."

"Ah?" The soldiers were a little confused after hearing this, "Is it really okay to be so blatant?"

"Of course, the reason why I said so much in front of him is that I hope he will tell it to the association."

Faldius kicked the corpse at his feet, stood on the pool of blood and looked up at the sky.

He looked at the night that was starting to drizzle and murmured with satisfaction: "This is our... warning and deterrent to the magicians."

So, from this day and this moment——

The feast officially begins, and humans and heroic spirits will dance on the false Holy Grail stage.

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