In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Death to me!"

The knight jumped up several meters and slashed down. The wind pressure formed by the violent magic power swept away the dust, and the dull sound made by the epee in both hands hitting the shield was enough to rupture the eardrums.

Still motionless, Mordred blushed all over his face, stepped on the shield with one foot, and walked around behind the Weng of the Mountain at the fastest speed, turning his head and slashing——

boom!

The epee held in one hand blocked the way, and a huge force surged out instantly, pushing Mordred several meters away.

"Is this what you are capable of? Hand over your head!"

The deep voice of the mountain old man resounded, and the dark fire flashed, and he had already appeared in front of Mordred.

So fast!

Similar to teleportation, but without the cumbersome preparation process, Mordred, who was half-squatting on the ground, had no time to defend and could only retreat subconsciously.

"Get down!"

At this moment, the spells in the air turned into dozens of ice spears, whizzing past Mordred's head.

In just an instant, the pitch-black epee turned into a block, and the sword swept across, leaving only ice shards all over the sky.

"Curse, weakness, slowness!" Seeing Mordred scrambling and dodging, Tamamomae hurriedly took over the attack position, superimposing various insidious spells on the mountain old man.

However, the light flashed, and these spells were completely useless.

"Weakness is invalid??" It was the first time for the fox to meet such a difficult opponent, but when the opponent's skull was raised, she immediately yelled that something was wrong.

Accompanied by the rising of the dark blue fire, Assassin, who was still a hundred meters away, arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The shield slapped along with the screaming sound of the air, Yuzao didn't bother to use spells, and immediately turned into a 'monk' to fight with it.

The Mountain Man's strength is too great, and his defense power is so high that it scares people to death. It completely subverts the perception of the profession of 'assassin' in people's minds. Then take a small step back.

The big sword slashed down without fancy, and the dancing fire caused the fox to flee in a panic. Unexpectedly, before it landed, the eyes of the mountain man shone with blood red light.

not good!

Blue flames had already emerged from under his body, and this nasty flame of death was about to contaminate him, but a magic power was activated first.

【Instant transfer】

boom!

The rising pillar of fire was ten meters long, but it only ignited the afterimage in front of Yuzao. The target had already been moved away, and was standing behind Rosen patting his chest.

"Oh?" There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the old man of the mountain, because another heroic spirit suddenly appeared, this hooded magician looked like an Assassin, and was floating in the sky above Rosen.

Together with Mordred who rushed back, the three heroic spirits formed an iron wall to protect Rosen in the center, and the light on the man kept flashing, and his aura was getting stronger and stronger.

"I didn't expect you to have so many subordinates..." The old man of the mountain also pondered, these three heroic spirits are stronger than each other, even the weakest one is several times stronger than those idiots of Baimao!

"No one stipulates that you have to fight one-on-one, Master Hassan, it's not easy to practice the mystery of assassination~~" Rosen shrugged, and casually advised:

"Why don't you think about it. The French Heroic Spirit will come later, but he can't leave even if he wants to."

"It's okay, this level can't make me retreat!" The old man of the mountain, who had an astonishing attachment to the leader, was serious, and his body disappeared again in the faint blue flames.

"Side back!" Mordred's pupils retracted and he turned back to slash, intersecting with the epee emerging from the underworld fire, but the attacker's body had not yet appeared, and became invisible again.

"In front of!"

"Let me come! Magic Bullet!!"

A few flames just ignited, and a large purple magic bullet directly covered it.

bang bang bang...  

The ground was cracked, and the mountain man buried under the heavy shield was unscathed. Mordred quickly seized the opportunity to raise his sword.

The crimson magic power extended above the blade, and she wanted to see if this guy could block the opponent's treasure.

However, Rosen, who was still stacking the dresses, sensed something was wrong, and before he had time to remind him, he swooped forward and kicked the brat away.

"What are you doing!?" The feeling of being interrupted by the Noble Phantasm was very uncomfortable, and Mordred almost suffered internal injuries, but when he looked forward, his pupils shrank sharply!

No one under the shield!The underworld fire rose from where he had just stood, and a pitch-black epee was cutting out from the void!

clang--

Rosen, who was one step ahead, officially collided with the old man of the mountain, while the three 'guards' were more than ten meters away.

"Pull formation? Unexpectedly, Your Excellency the Old Man of the Mountain is also a master tactician!"

The black eyes stared directly at the red light inside the skull, and the afterimages of the sword blades pulled up and collided crazily.

"Unexpectedly, you are so strong." Slightly approving, he was blocked for a few minutes, and the strength of this man had grown exponentially, and he could even rival the blond kid.

"You're wasting too much time!"

Rosen stepped out with his right foot, crushing several square meters of ground while using all his strength, at least three magic release ceremonies exploded at the same time, and the powerful force brought directly pushed the man on the mountain out.

【Confinement】!

The yellow lightning shot out, and at the same time, three heroic spirits came from different directions. They were full of energy, and their complementary abilities increased their combat effectiveness several times.

Spells, magic, and swordsmanship, faced with three different forces, the man on the mountain raised his head alone, and a voice similar to prayer echoed in the French wilderness: