In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Killing a heroic spirit with one shot is a dream, otherwise ordinary people would not be so powerless. Rosen, who understood this, followed him and changed his dress again——

"Qing Sujian!"

"Come on, Jack the Ripper!"

In the roar, Rosen held the eight-faced Han sword in both hands, the red magic power shreds the white mist, and perfectly displayed the swordsmanship that Mordred had abused countless times.

Horizontal slashes, heavy slashes, and the fierce sword light are all invincible, and suddenly the gravel is flying, and the whole apartment is overwhelmed with groaning!

Rosen turned into a demolition machine. The floor was shattered every inch. Jack kept blocking it with a dagger. The metal clattering of 'dang dang dang' made a sound. , the fog is still permeating, and finally even the place of the fight has been forgotten.

Being shot, Jack's super speed was slowed down by a few chips, but she still didn't say a word, and her blocking skills to the extreme blocked every attack. After about a hundred swords, the murderer who has been suppressed all the time. Finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Go away!"

It was like a little girl's tender scolding, the dagger in her right hand blocked the long sword above her head, the whole person was crushed to the knees, the whole ground suddenly collapsed into a shallow pit, but her hand slipped, and the other dagger was like a poisonous snake. Take Rosen's neck straight.

'perish together? '

Rosen can kill this heroic spirit by slashing horizontally, but he will also be killed on the spot. His head is not so iron, so he quickly retreated a few steps back.

As the distance widened, Jack, who was half-squatting on the ground, did not follow him to kill him. Instead, he gave him a deep stare and jumped back into the white mist.

"This trick again?" Rosen was stunned for a moment, very troubled by this sinister trick.

To deal with this kind of heroic spirit, the best way is to use magic power to crush it and completely annihilate the white fog in the sky, but he can't do it at all. Now he can even use the concept dress, and the longer he delays, the more dangerous he is.

"No, this person is disappearing."

Just as Rosen was contemplating a third combat plan, Mordred interjected.

"Escaped without even using the Noble Phantasm? It turns out that time is more important to her." Rosen shook his head, realizing that Jack wasted too much time. If he didn't withdraw, he would end up being watched by the Knights of the Round Table.

In fact, the whole battle was full in no more than five minutes. Unfortunately, this was in London. No matter how you covered the atmosphere, five minutes was too dangerous.

Looking at the rapidly dissipating mist and the faintly audible sirens, Lawson, who put on a black trench coat again, pouted his lips. It's cool to have a thigh hug, but this thigh is too slow!

Chapter 13 You can draw cards again

The white fog slowly dissipated, revealing everything that had been hidden before. Rosen stood on the grass in front of the apartment, turned his head and saw that the apartment behind him had completely collapsed, and there were deep marks left by the magic cut everywhere.

Under the battle between the two heroic spirits, the reinforced concrete apartment is similar to the tofu block. This is only the damage caused by the flat cutting. The lethality of those Noble Phantasms against the city and the army is simply unimaginable. The name of the humanoid nuclear weapon is true To the name.

There were no survivors, and about two dozen residents were poisoned by the dense fog before the building collapsed, so the cauldron couldn't be pinned on Rosen.

With the harsh braking sound, more than a dozen military vehicles stopped [-] meters away from him. Nearly [-] British soldiers with live ammunition jumped out of the vehicles and occupied the bunker. The black muzzle was pointed at Rosen.Even the sound of the propellers could be heard in the sky, the two armed helicopters circled back and forth, and the dazzling searchlights illuminated the entire ground like day.

Soldiers were everywhere, and the infrared targeting designator shot at Rosen and turned him into a red Dalmatian.

"Pfft, it's really the treatment of the villain BOSS in a Hollywood movie." Rosen shrugged helplessly, regardless of the huge formation, Jack, who had the ability to shield his breath, could sneak under their noses.

"A bunch of useless idiots who blinded this equipment." Mordred smiled disdainfully, but had to admit that the modern army was countless times better than hers.

"What more do you want from an ordinary person?" Rosen smiled and saw Bedivere getting off a jeep and walking forward slowly.

"Stop! Hold your head in your hands!"

His movement immediately made the army tense, and there was a clattering sound of pulling the bolt, and cold sweat broke out on the cheeks of many soldiers.

This is the heroic spirit who demolished the house!Firearms filled with Holy Quartz bullets also don't give them a sense of security.

"Put down your guns! This is a friendly army!" When many people were about to pull the trigger, Bedivere shouted, finally avoiding a friendly siege.

The silver-haired knight waved his hand to make these disgraceful subordinates roll to guard, walked to Rosen, and tried to squeeze a smile on his face:

"Lord Rosen, I really made you laugh, these subordinates..."

"Are the subordinates too nervous? It's okay, anyway, I've seen similar things a lot." Rosen smiled indifferently, found a scattered stone and sat down, and lit another cigarette.

The white smoke was mixed with the remaining fog, and there was a pile of rubble behind him, and now Rosen looked a little uninterested.

He smelled a faint fragrance coming from Bedwell, and his brows wrinkled involuntarily.

Damn, I'm working hard here, you knights of the round table are actually taking a bath at home?

"You are too late. If it's later, just collect the body for me." His tone became cold.

"Sorry, the magic fluctuation of the battle is too weak, and this place is too remote." Bedivere was embarrassed, she couldn't say that she was ordered to take a bath with the king, and Tristan, who was on guard, was probably playing the piano and writing poetry again.

This group of knights of the round table, Rosen, knows too much, and their frontal combat power is super strong, but don't expect too much about the rest, but they have absolute control over the country. The weakest of the rogues.

He didn't bother to be angry, stood up and patted his buttocks and said, "In view of tonight's events, I would like to add five more Saint Quartz to the reward. Is it acceptable?"

"No problem." Bedivere nodded obediently, and now Britain is asking for this half-heroic spirit, and everything is easy to say.

Seeing that the silver-haired knight agreed so quickly, Rosen immediately regretted it, but he was also a decent person, and he couldn't do things like maliciously increasing the price, so he said while walking:

"There has been some progress in the London serial murder case. There are two demonized humans in that apartment, but after I was captured, they were killed by others. You can find the body later to see if there are other clues."

"The person who killed the mouth was a half-heroic spirit?" Bedivere pointed to the wreckage and asked, "It seems that this half-heroic spirit is still very powerful? You caused such damage to kill him?"

Bedivere certainly understands what a half-heroic spirit is. This kind of existence has magical powers similar to that of a heroic spirit. It is not like a title, and its strength is only half of a heroic spirit.

The powerhouses among them may have already possessed the power of middle- and lower-ranking Heroic Spirits.

"Who said I killed him?" Rosen stopped suddenly, turned his head without any expression, just pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouth full of white teeth: "And this is a real heroic spirit! The one called The fog kills ghosts—"

"Jack the Ripper!"