People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Chapter 230 Three: Both sides behind the battlefield

"Master, is this okay?"

"Otherwise what else can we do?"

Unhappily deceiving the young man for a look, he took the binoculars away from his face, and the old man whispered calmly.

"Although we defeated and dealt with most of the members, we also suffered heavy losses. Moreover, the other party has the technology to turn the dead into mummies. No matter how we think about it, we are at a disadvantage here, right?"

The old man turned his head, and those were members of the "Story Compiler" who were either lying down or leaning against the rock wall, and were repairing.

In fact, since the unexpected change in the situation in France, they have been in contact with the "Oracle of Joan of Arc" and the young man who has been by her side all the time.

Simply put, their original plan was to take them to a safe place and hide them before anyone else found them.

As a result, I didn't expect to start a war with the Egyptian magic association before going far.

Although in the end they narrowly won by virtue of their special advantages, in order to ensure the safety of the members and the "Maiden of Arc", they had to hide in a hidden underground and carry out secret activities.

"But speaking of it, don't you guys have any sense of unity at all?"

"It's so noisy. It's okay to use the collected spiritual equipment according to your own needs, right?"

"Are you worried? After all, that mercenary is fighting an Egyptian god who resets the number?"

"How is it possible. Although I don't think it can be easily solved at that level, it is for normal people. Is that monster really human?"

The old man exhaled, and gently swung the Japanese sword on his shoulder.

It was a special spiritual outfit called "Rachel".

A modern mass-produced spiritual item based on the legend of being able to catch a blow from the sky.

As if echoing him.

Behind the old man, although most of them were hanged, nearly a hundred people raised their respective weapons.

Just like what the young man said, there are various kinds of spiritual outfits, including props from east and west.

"Although we are much weaker than the 'golden' mages, these lovely children should also be able to cheer us up."

"Yeah, nearly a hundred people made more than 20 Egyptian magicians almost become old, weak, sick and disabled."

There was no malice, and it was more like a joke. The young man weighed the weapon in his hand. If you look closely, you will find that there are wounds on his arms that were hit by magic.

It turned purple and black, as if it had been poisoned or cursed.

At this time, what he was holding was a French sword called a French rapier, which was derived from sports equipment.

Next to him, stood a woman with the spell qualification called "Jeanne's Oracle", but at this time, the girl was holding a large banner, on which was an iris flower displayed with a golden thread .

"It's so noisy, I don't know who rushed over without saying a word when they heard a certain mercenary appeared here and were fighting with those guys in Egypt? After all, you guys don't even have a Did you catch up from behind without even calling?"

"Well, I admit that I was impulsive. After all, I still owe the debts of the 'Orleans Knights' period. It will be uncomfortable if I don't pay it back. After all, we have been taken care of by some mercenary. Since this One is France's own problems that involve him, so I have no position to hide behind?"

"That's it, I wouldn't take you if it wasn't for your manliness. Then, stop talking useless nonsense and work. You shouldn't have forgotten the 'job' that Mr. Sigurd left us Bar?"

The young man nodded, and put the French rapier in its scabbard.

And the girl who had been holding the silver flagpole nodded cautiously.

Although she was just a helpless ordinary girl back then, it was the young man who tried his best to protect her, even if Sigurd hadn't appeared, both of them might have died in that small village in Orleans.

But now it's not like it used to be.

During the ten years of working on the magic side, she has also grown into a professional magician.

It can be regarded as standing at a place where you can see the back of your beloved young man.

"Find the disappearing Nordic black dwarf, right. But don't we have no clues?"

"That's why we need this thing."

The old man's eyes drifted to the flag in the girl's hand.

It was something that Joan of Arc had used before, and it was a real spiritual item.

Its function is to eliminate the fear of soldiers on the battlefield, and slightly increase their magic power and physical strength.

To put it simply, it is to let the soldiers not be afraid of death, artificially make them red-eyed, and use desperate tactics to make up for the gap in magic combat power between Britain and France.

And the special thing about this thing is that it will only take effect on French magicians, that is to say, as long as the Nordic black dwarf is still in this area, then she will be excluded, and it will be easy to exclude the opponent's specific Location.

Although they keep saying that they are not worried about Sigurd, most of the French magicians gathered here will still inadvertently look at the huge black and purple misty "big cover" in the distance.

On the reversed Rhine River, the battle continued.

But they couldn't get close.

Not to mention participating in the battle, they could feel the breath of death just by approaching there. I am afraid that before they passed through the black mist, they would have suffered cardiac arrest due to fear.

Compared with the French magicians who are undergoing simple repairs and follow-up plans here, hiding in a cheap hotel, a petite girl with long silver hair braided, wearing a pair of red-rimmed glasses, and brown skin Appreciating the black and purple thick fog in the distance with relish.

"It's really good. Burning runes' characters on living people, and then grinding them into powder after using special Egyptian techniques to mummify them. It's really interesting."

Weighing the golden lump in her hand not long ago, the girl lay on the window sill and muttered softly.

"But I didn't expect those guys to be really not interested in 'Rheingold'. Should I say they are 'honest and trustworthy', or should I say 'sightless'?"

Swinging her legs, the girl seemed to be thinking about what to do with this thing later.

She was only wearing a pair of suspenders, and at this time the gold tool set in her abdomen pocket was making a "crash clatter" sound.

"Hmm... probably because of something like 'royal arrogance'. After all, it seems that the leader of the association is really a descendant of Ramses II?"

The girl stood up and put the backpack on the bed directly on her shoulders.

"Then, the escape journey is about to begin again. Although I really want to cut open to see what the 'Oracle of Joan' is. But it's better not to do unnecessary things. After all, you can't count on those defective products." God' can hinder that mercenary?"

Chapter 230 Four: The Limit of Fakes

Combat has entered a realm beyond the reach of normal humans.

There is no terrible wind, and naturally there will not be such a gorgeous explosion of magic power, or so much experienced spell chanting.

In fact, it is precisely because both sides of the battle have reached a certain critical point of powerful combat power, so for them, there is no need for such exaggerated phenomena to show their own strength.

As an "artificial god", the eyes of Nephthys are no longer as godless as before.

With sharp eyes, the temperament of the whole person has undergone an earth-shaking change.

Compared with the ordinary magician before, the woman at this time has an innate aura of a high-ranking person, which is impossible for a person who has not been in a high-ranking position for a long time.

"..."

The woman said something, but everyone present couldn't understand it.

This is not a sound beyond the scope of human understanding, but simply incomprehensible.

Flying sand and rocks, the black hurricane roared and rolled up the powder ground from the corpses of the dead around.

Like a sandstorm, the surrounding visibility dropped drastically.

The roar came from the hurricane, and at the same time, it revealed the chill that went deep into the bone marrow.

It was not cold in the physical sense, but a chill from the depths of the soul.

"'Anubis', because Nephthys rarely appears in the story, so you can't use the power of this 'Guardian Goddess of the Dead' at all?"

More ridicule than doubt.

Not only was he mocking the woman who was standing opposite as "Nefthys" at this time, but also the tall human figure with a black jackal head crawling out of the "sand pile".

In most cases, this wolf-headed god known as the "Egyptian God of Death" violently waved the weapon in his hand, and mercilessly smashed at Sigurd's head.

Something between the long-handled short-bladed sickle and the staff hit Sigurd fiercely, and Sigurd calmly watched the attack hitting him.

The impact and splash of ice visible to the naked eye appeared from under Sigurd's feet, but from the degree of the sinking and the splash of ice, one could understand that the blow just now was completely capable of smashing people into pieces.

However, the unusual part is that Sigurd was clearly hit, but this guy stood there unscathed as if nothing had happened.

"Is the so-called 'god' just a thing of this level?"

The scepter in Anubis' hand suddenly shattered, and the fragments flew out.

Before Anubis could react, Sigurd's palm was already on its forehead.

It wanted to growl loudly, or grab Sigurd and tear him apart.But the very sad thing is that it can't do anything.

The head of "Anubis" was severely deformed, and finally distorted and crushed to the upper and lower boundaries, but what caused all this was only a grasping action.

"The so-called 'artificial god' may really be something that can be done by itself. Let me not talk about you, an old thing that has been hidden in the 'magic book' for thousands of years, since you chose to use Nephthys as the basis for you. It has been completely lost."

After observing for a period of time, Sigurd found that the opponent itself was just a large-capacity magic power storage tank, and the master and caster of the spell was nothing more than the "Book of Wisdom" behind him.

It has been said before that the theory of this Egyptian magic association is that "body and soul can be managed".

Therefore, when a magician was dying more than 4000 years ago, he wrote his consciousness into this "Book of Wisdom" with a gesture of giving it a go.

Originally, it should have failed, but under the premise of "the person who can judge whether the knowledge in the book" exists in the "Original Book" that records a lot of wisdom, the Egyptian magician miraculously used this strange method survived.

And it continues to this day.

He intentionally added a back door to creating a body for himself or taking someone else's body in the step of summoning the "God" inside the "Book of Wisdom".

I just didn't expect to be released voluntarily one day.

"Clatter, clatter", the pages of "Book of Wisdom" were flipping crazily.

Accompanied by the slight rhythm up and down of the "Original Code", the woman's body as the "base" began to appear abnormal, feeling like an over-inflated balloon, ready to explode at any time.

This time it wasn't just the black "Anubis", but also the white "Wepwawet", a deity considered to be the patron saint of the Egyptian army.

But it's meaningless, because this is already the sixth batch of "gods" summoned by the opponent.

Not long ago, this "Nefthys" just gave away her husband "Seth".

The god of power, of war, of deserts, storms, and foreign lands, blasted to pieces by Sigurd just minutes before.

And similarly, whether it was the bombing of the sun god Ra, the "weighing" of Anubis, or the trial of Osiris, all the Egyptian gods had nothing to do with this mercenary.

It wasn't that Sigurd used any spell to break the counter spell. Strictly speaking, if the counter spell really hit Sigurd, then this mercenary whose body is still in the category of a normal person must die .

But the biggest problem is that such a "household" thing as Egyptian mythology is also easy for Sigurd.