This is My Juggernaut Journey

'Devouring souls?No, above that! As a monk, Zonglian Araya was extremely sensitive to the 'sustaining karma'. When he saw the long knife that cut off his arm turned back, he dared not hesitate, and put his hands together on his chest!

"Death!!"

boom!

Without shaking forward, the whole body has turned into a white glow and exploded.

Um! ?

Yuxian jumped back in an instant, feeling the strong wind blowing against his face, and quickly stepped back a few steps, only to see that a column of smoke had exploded where he was standing just now, and the ground was the color of lava.

"It blew itself up?" Yuxian seldom met such a decisive person. He extinguished the smoke with a sword, and found that the place where Araya Soren was located had been blown into a three-meter pit, and a small amount of human remains fell everywhere. It is rapidly turning to dust.

In that corner, half of the head was left on the ground, and the dusty eyes were staring at Yuxian, a little bit unwilling and a little bit puzzled.

"Avatar? No, so it's a doll? I forgot that this guy's ability to make dolls is second only to Cheng Zi." Yuxian patted his head, Araya Zongren only focused on brain transplantation, and couldn't do as well as Cheng Zi Generally, they don't even know the truth or falsehood.

Yuzuru shook his head, high-level magicians are troublesome, just like cockroaches, it is difficult to kill them, he retracted his sword, turned around and froze for a moment, then went away easily, killing intent permeated his whole body.

"Ariya Soren!!"

Including Cheng Zi's office and Yu Xian's cafe that has only opened for two days, almost all the glass on this street was shattered!

Hongmeng Pavilion 2⑥ 3④

PS: Update, ask for a recommendation ticket.....

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Somewhere underground, there are messy pipes all over the place, all of which are connected to a pool of blue liquid in the center. The steam on the 'pool' is very hot and obscures the view. Then look to the right along the dense pipes Go, it's a hill of glass jars.

Each glass jar was about the size of a birdcage, filled with liquid of unknown origin, most of which were still empty, and a few of them had been filled with human brains, which looked like horror movies from a distance.

At this moment, the cans on the top of the hill glowed a dazzling red, and the order began to diffuse, and the pipes made a 'gurgling' sound, as if someone had pressed the switch of the production line.Not long after, the blue pool water also began to bubble, and a huge amount of magic power filled the center.

puff!

With the sound of vomiting, a naked | strong man stepped out of the pool, bent over and spit out a big mouthful of blue liquid.The rock-like muscles all over his body surged, as if he wanted to spit out everything in his body. After about a few minutes, he lay on his back on the ground.

so close.

Araya Soren's deep eyes were full of fear, and he was only a little bit short, even if he made a spare body, he would not be able to come back.

"That knife cuts karma. Even if there is a secret method that can escape the devouring of the soul, if the fate is cut off, there is no doubt that you will die." The magician had already recalled it, his shoulders shrugged, and his rock-like face was full of joy.

Of course he was not hacked into a shaking M, but in the eyes of Araya Soren, the existence of Yuzuru has been juxtaposed with the two ceremonies, because it is impossible to have that kind of power in reality!

"There is one more person to capture, but this guy is more difficult than the two rituals!" Araya Soren began to recall the previous battle scene, and simulated for a while, and found that he really had nothing to do with Yuzuru, that kind of power, Speed ​​and long knives are natural enemies for magicians!

In the final analysis, magicians are just a group of researchers, working hard to study the path to the root, and people like Emiya Kiritsugu are generally called magicians, who only use them but don't know how to develop them, which is equivalent to the difference between researchers and soldiers.

And Huang Ye's "immortality" lies in being still, and the consumption of the body will also cause damage, which is much more harmful than changing the body of Lord Chong.

"Looks like we need to change the plan." The robust body stood up stiffly like a robot, put on the same style of black windbreaker, and walked barefoot to the side of the magic workshop.

It was something like a gramophone, Araya put his hand on the 'vinyl record', and as a faint blue light emerged from his palm, a haughty voice sounded from the speaker.

"Araya, I said that it will take two months before I can go to Japan, and the matter of the monastery has not been dealt with yet."

There is no need to dial a number, and the magician who is separated by oceans has already been contacted.

"Aruba, the situation has changed." Araya Zongren said in a deep voice, it was his 'friend', Cornelus Aruba, the color magician of the clock tower.

"Pursue the truth and you can touch the realm of God. I have already said that I am not interested in your root plan!"

"But without my help, you can't kill Canozaki Orange, and the obstacles I encountered were on the side of Canozaki Orange."

Cornelus Aruba, who also studies runes and is good at making dolls, has a kind of perverted jealousy for oranges, and immediately stabilizes his emotions.

"That damned Painful Red! Huh? Then I need to listen."

Soren Araya immediately escaped from the previous battle completely, without embellishment or concealment, but very intuitively telling about Yuzuru's oppressive force.

The phonograph was silent for a few seconds as if it had been chucked. Aruba's essence was a first-class magician, and his strength was no weaker than Kenneth's. In addition, he was well-informed and of course he would not think that Araya Soren was telling a story.

"Are you sure he's not a Dead Apostle?"

"No."

"Where are the muscular representatives of the Church of the Holy Church?"

"No."

Araya replied calmly, there was no need for him to lie.

Aruba, who was thousands of miles away, took off his top hat and scratched his long blond hair, as if thinking of something: "I remember that there is a city in Japan that is holding a large-scale magic ceremony. Could it be related to that?"

"It's possible, but I don't have time to look it up." Araya said with a black humor.

Aruba was silent again. Although the pursuits were different, the two were on the same boat anyway, so he suggested: "Then, I think you should make more concessions. I am not optimistic about your plan, but some people must be interested, but you It is the person [designated by the seal], and there is a risk in doing so."

Magicians are extremely selfish existences, and it is not uncommon for them to use their offspring as spare bodies. Of course, the search for the root cause must be kept secret.

Araya Soren frowned, and the long knife that cut off the left arm flashed in his mind, and finally nodded in agreement: "Okay, then you will find it."

"Yes." Aruba, as the next dean of the Schopenheim Abbey, has quite good contacts.

"That's it, you don't die before I arrive."

"I'll try to hold it off."