People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

Both the spine and the brain were shattered, and the "brain" protruding beyond the skull was crushed and flattened by the impact. In theory, it is impossible for anyone to survive in such a situation.

"Also... it's really a terrible attack..."

The old man's completely twisted arm made a "squeaky" sound of flapping the leather, and then the bones healed quickly.

Even though he was smashed to pieces, the old man still stood up quickly.

Although it was obvious that the back was still wriggling, the flattened "brain" quickly inflated and recovered like a balloon.

There is no slight damage to the skin, and this is also a good proof that the other party has indeed achieved "semi-immortality" in another sense without the eternal invariability of the "Book of Magic".

In fact, if this old man is recognized by the current magic side, he will definitely be wanted all over the world immediately. Any of the three major churches and countless associations will run out of tricks, and they will try their best to give him Grab it and study it.

Especially the several magic associations under the Aztec priest system. This kind of "original code" is recorded on the fur of animals, and the content is mostly "the body becomes a god". What this old man did was said to be theirs. It is no exaggeration to ask for everything in life.

Ignoring the enemy who "wriggled" like a limp slime and wanted to stand still, Sigurd directly retracted his two guns, did not continue to pursue, and even turned around and began to retreat.

Sigurd came in front of Birdway, and the short-haired woman who was in front of Birdway also stepped aside.

"The order I received was to keep an eye on that troublesome priest of the Puritans. I received the part of the crusade from the Puritans' crusade. That is to say, I don't intend to take it easy. This disgusting thing."

"It is indeed the same as what I heard. Although he is called the 'strongest gold' mercenary, he is unexpectedly afraid of trouble."

Sigurd did not deny Birdway's evaluation, after all, this statement is quite objective.

With his backhand, he pulled out the two flintlock guns from the leather holster on his waist, and Sigurd handed the empty guns without bullets and gunpowder to Birdwig by grabbing the barrel of me.

"You should have seen clearly what I did just now, then I will leave the finishing work to you."

Birdway looked at the two flintlock guns that were handed to him.

After being stunned for a while, Birdway slowly took over the double guns in Sigurd's hands.

It seems that for a little girl like Birdway, who is twelve or thirteen years old, using two flintlock guns made of solid wood and metal at the same time is a bit too heavy, so Birdway just let her arms hang down the sides of her body, and did not hold the gun lift.

She looked at Sigurd, then nodded without saying anything.

Sigurd stood up, took a step back, and gave Birdway the previous path, while he stood on the left and right sides with those phantoms.

Birdway looked at the two guns in his hands, and then subconsciously looked over at the cat-eared female magician who supported her back and lifted herself up.

As if she had made up her mind, Birdway stood up abruptly.

Dragging the two flintlock guns on the left and right, Birdway stood at the forefront of the phantoms.

The three "superior persons" who were originally standing beside Sigurd also took a step back, and when Birdway passed the three of them firmly, the phantoms of the two old men nodded in satisfaction.

Only the middle-aged man still had a serious face, but he didn't reveal any more emotions. It seemed that this was his default expression, right?

Looking at Birdway who came to the front, the old man who had recovered in front of him asked with some doubts.

"Are you sure this girl is qualified to stand in this position? You should be clear that although your strength can completely suppress the old man, the old man is too powerful an enemy for this girl?"

"I'll put a question mark on whether you're still a 'human'. But you're right about one thing. If it's just herself, then she is indeed not your opponent right now."

Hearing Sigurd's evaluation, Birdway was a little reconciled, but in the previous confrontation, the opponent obviously hadn't shown his true skills and Birdway almost died, so for the two magicians whose strength is far superior to his own Birdway could only shut up and admit the comments made.

"Then why do you still let this girl go forward to die? Although you don't seem to be in the same association as her, but you are also the successor of the 'golden' line. Isn't that a bit too cold-blooded?"

"Of course not, didn't I say? 'If it's just her', but, again, please open your dog's eyes and see clearly, is she alone now?"

In the vision of the old man, a large number of phantoms behind Birdway appeared again, and they were much clearer than before.

There were at least 30 people up and down, and the "Wescott" he imitated was standing beside Sigurd at this time, standing with the other two magicians.

After that, a large number of "props" started to move.

At the very beginning, it was the "Wei Te Tarot" flying left and right, followed by the swaying blue flame.

The shapeless flames surrounded Birdway's side, instantly burning the moss and other plants under Birdway's feet and around her, and they were obviously closer, but Birdway didn't feel any heat. It was similar, Birdway just felt a warm feeling.

And the magician who made similar actions and everyone else.

Enoch, chess, playing cards, "Pillars of Solomon's Court", black cat coat of arms, wax seals, scrolls, pocket watches, reflectors, cloaks, tiaras, tap shoes...

All kinds of props exude their own power around Birdway.

At this time, Birdwig is like the protagonist of a "stage play", and everyone around her is "backing up dancers" for her.

Sigurd's side is suspended with a silver cross and four-color symbolic weapons, which coincide with the movements of the old man wearing a British surgeon's coat behind him, and the middle-aged man in a bright Scottish military uniform.

And it seemed that considering that the two flintlock guns used by men were too heavy for Birdway, the classical woman with a monocle also leaned over behind Birdway, supporting Bartwig with her arms. Devi's arms so she could aim easily.

The backup dancers of "Golden" supported Birdway with all their strength. On the face of this little successor of "Golden", because he felt an unusually soft and warm force flowing through his body, the expression was completely different from the tension and anxiety just now. expression.

With a confident and reassuring smile, Birdway did indeed activate the two guns in his hands.

The same phenomenon as Sigurd just now happened again, and the old man was blown out again.

But this time the difference was that the "original skin" couldn't continue to protect him.

Under his stunned expression, together with the old man himself and the "original" knowledge recorded in the skin, they disappeared in the terrifying burst of magic power.

Chapter 140 Seven: Puritanism and "Morning Light"

The left and right are covered with moss and various vines, and the stone walls are full of cracks.

This has been the case along the way, so that the group of people are a little numb, and they are not even sure whether they are moving forward.

A group of people headed by a blond man in a black dress were all in black suits like bodyguards.

It's just that some of them are a bit hung up now. The white silk fabric that the blond men used to use as scarves is now used as a strap and tied to one of the arms.

Carefully groping forward, firmly holding the stack of cards slightly larger than playing cards in the palm of his hand, from the part that leaked between his fingers, it can be vaguely seen that it is the "sword card" in the Tarot.

Originally, together with the "Court Card", there were a total of fourteen "Sword Cards", but now only about half of them remained.

At this time, in the palm of Mark Speth, who was in charge of the pathfinding work, was the "Four of Swords" with the meaning of "escape and exile" among the unique Tarot cards of the "Gold" series.

The footsteps of the leather shoes echoed. Although it had been a long time since they had been attacked by a trap, everyone did not relax their vigilance.

Now a large number of people on my side are injured, and because they are deep in the enemy's line, they don't even have time to use recovery techniques and repairs.

After all, no one knows whether the enemy will launch a sudden attack when using recovery-like spells, which continue to be finely manipulated.

And if the recovery technique is interrupted, the backflow of magic power will not only hurt the caster himself, but also the healed person. Both of them will be affected by the backflow of magic power at the same time. Whether he will save his life is still unknown.

(Damn it, I have lost contact with the boss for more than 10 minutes, this is not the way to go. Now that we are in this state, even if we reach the enemy's base camp, there may not even be half of the personnel who can still fight... ..)

Mark turned his head slightly, and glanced at the members of "Dawn Morning Light" behind him from the corner of his eyes.

This time the mission was accompanied by quite elite members of "Dawn Morning Light", and it was precisely because of this that no one was killed in battle despite the scarcity of information and the fact that they were attacked when they landed.

But no matter how elite a magician is, his physical strength, spirit, and magic power are still limited. Even if the magic power can still be sustained, it is still a big problem whether the spirit that has been tense for a long time can normally frighten the fine operation of magic power.

Not to mention that they were constantly attacked along the way, and they were not considered rich in terms of magic power.

(Although we are advancing alternately in small formations along the way, if there is no time to stop and meditate to recover our spirit and magic power, it is not an option to continue like this...)

It is undeniable that the members of "Dawn Morning Light" are masters, but they are not monsters like Sigurd.

As a completely normal person, Mark felt that he was reaching his limit.

Flashes erupted without warning, and accompanied by piercing wailing, magical attacks flew from the front.

Facing the spherical attack object that was one size smaller than a football flying towards him, Mark did not push out the "Four of Swords" in his palm, but took a step back to give the position directly in front to the one behind him. Two members of "Morning Light".

The two people on the left and right waved two magic swords, one long and one short, and staggered to completely block the incoming attacks.

The two magic swords, which use length and runes to refer to the "minute hand" and "hour hand" of the clock, were originally used to "exorcise demons" when the ceremony failed, but at this time they were cleverly used as a means of defense against incoming attacks s attack.

Looking at the rolling ball that was pulled by gravity and fell to the ground after stopping in front of them, Mark and a group of "Dawn Morning Light" members frowned.

It was a withered human head, and judging from the size of the skull and the teeth that remained in the frontal bone before they had even had time to replace their teeth, the owner of this skull was just a child who hadn't even had time to replace their teeth.

"Mark, this is..."

"Well, mix the paste-like brains into lime, stir them and seal them back into the head with special runes. It is undoubtedly a Celtic 'magic bullet'."

"These bastards!"

Although Mark also wanted to curse the other party, he didn't want to waste his energy on such meaningless things.

"Anyway..."

In the middle of speaking, Mark suddenly turned and moved forward.

The magician holding the long and short magic swords on the left and right also lowered his figure, ready to make a move at any time.

The team of more than [-] people instantly entered the fighting state, and the left and right positions were fine-tuned to ensure that once a battle broke out, they could enter the designated ceremony position as quickly as possible.

Noisy footsteps came from the front. Although the other party was a little slower, they seemed to sense Mark and the others, and the footsteps stopped for a moment.

After the two sides were in such a stalemate for a while, the group of people in the distance started to approach first.

As the opponent continued to approach, Mark also used his thumb to push out the "Six of Swords" in the palm of his hand. Once the opponent launched an attack, he could immediately distort the opponent's attack path for defensive counterattack.

But after a few breaths, the two sides entered the visible range.

"It's you."

"What a coincidence."

Those who came were the magicians of the Puritan "Church of Necessary Evil" who landed on the island with Mark and others and were scattered by the explosion on the landing.

At this time, they were headed by the British priest who had been at odds with Birdway.

In his hand was holding the Bible that had always been carried by a mature nun. At this time, the nun was following the priest. The two seemed to be the pioneers of the Puritan sect.

Mark's vision looked at the Puritan personnel through the dim passage.

Compared with the situation where Mark and the others hang their hands everywhere, the Puritan side is much better.

There were also more than twenty people. Although the clothes were a little messy, almost none of them had obvious injuries.

(Not good...)

Mark noticed that the other party's priest was also watching them, and when he saw the injured member behind and Birdwig who was not here, the priest's eyes changed for a moment.

"Where's your leader? Don't tell me that idiot kid is dead?"

"Don't bother you, the boss has already taken a step forward. But you, which mercenary is with you?"

Mark is confirming Sigurd's situation. If Sigurd is still around, then they are still safe for the time being.

But if Sigurd also separated from the Puritan team, then the situation is a bit delicate.