Tribute to the Demon King

After all, we are only a chicken, and the coding speed is so slow. I am busy during the day without saving the manuscript, so I can only burst into the liver every night. I almost knelt down when I wrote the last book, begging for forgiveness and understanding...

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Chapter 28 Welcome to Silent Hill

Thunder rumbled in the air, and golden flames rose like waves——

Lancer, who appeared on the stage with a shocking momentum, fell from the sky like a meteorite wrapped in flames, and slammed the sharp spear in his hand at the monster in front of him with lightning speed.

Accompanied by scorching murderous aura, the golden gun as brilliant as the sun slashed down firmly.

The air was cut by Lancer's blow, and there was a sharp hiss - the sharpshooter wrapped in high-heat flames, severely damaged the [-]-meter-high monster with just one blow.Like cutting tofu, the fierce brilliance from his sharp spear cut open the monster from the chin to the lower abdomen, and was almost cut in half by a single blow.

The twisted man let out a vague mournful cry like a beast walking upright, and retreated in embarrassment.

With one successful blow, the seemingly vicious enemy fell into defeat as soon as they met face to face.But at this moment, Lancer's movements were slightly stagnant, and he did not continue to pursue.

...It doesn't feel right.

Lancer's gaze allowed him to see through the essence of the enemy at a glance.

The guy in front of him... is not so much a familiar, but rather a barrier that was deliberately restrained in human form.

Its function is to take in the souls from the outside world, efficiently transform them into pure magic power crystals, and then transmit them to Caster.As for its lethality, it's the same as its action, it's just something added later.

as predicted.Right in front of Lancer's eyes, after the seriously injured monster staggered back a few steps, the huge wound on his chest closed again.As if it had never been injured before, it rushed over vigorously again.

If he pursued rashly, he might be killed instead.

It was different from Zhou Yi's performance when he was fighting.At this moment, Lancer has no fighting spirit on his body, only a cold killing intent, and the flames on his body are gradually extinguished.

His enemies were not even heroes, let alone human beings.For such a seemingly immortal enemy, it only needs to deal heavy damage to it continuously, but the magic power it uses to restore itself will be exhausted after more than ten rounds.

"It's really troublesome..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Lancer raised his sharpshooter again.

Different from the indifference he showed, the power like thousands of knives and halberds erupted from him.

The next moment, he turned his ankle slightly, and took a sudden step forward——

Now that you understand that the enemy is just an empty shell, there is nothing to worry about. Lancer swooped down like a goshawk and stopped in front of the enemy!

Not even the wind could match his speed.After he stopped, the howling wind roared from the trajectory of his sprint to the sides, and then Lancer raised his spear, smashed the air like a shell, and bombarded the monster heavily!

The spear whipped up a gust of wind, and just a single blow was equivalent to the power released by a small Noble Phantasm.From the point where he penetrated as the center, dense cracks spread towards the monster's whole body.Suppressed by the violent wind pressure, unable to move.

Having reached this level, even purely physical damage is still enough to crush an enchantment of this level.

Seeing that the enemy could be completely killed in just a few more rounds of fighting, Lancer was shocked in vain - in his induction, the magic power from Tokiomi suddenly weakened a lot.

Wait, who did the Master fight with?

He turned his head quickly, but his eyes widened.

——Tohsaka Mansion is burning.

In less than five minutes after he left, the Yuansaka Mansion had already turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Under the shadow of the strange blue flames, the densely packed cavalry smashed down the barriers of the Tohsaka family.

Not only was the Tohsaka Mansion burned down, but even Tohsaka Tokiomi's vital signs became weak.

...that is, Berserker! ?

"Call me! Call me with Command Seals, Master!"

Realizing that he was really too high-profile when he came out, Lancer felt deeply guilty.He hurriedly called in his heart, and sent out the words through the contract.

Finally, as he wished, his figure suddenly disappeared the next moment.

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"It's anticlimactic."

Zhou Yi, who was squatting on the roof watching Lancer fighting the monster, sighed deeply.

Whether it's the scorching waves that split the sky, or the golden armor that shines like the sun, and the peerless martial arts—in any respect, Lancer is a full-fledged visual system follower. The kind of guy the special effects team hates to gnash their teeth.

His fighting is totally different from those other Servants.Just looking at it is enough to please the eyes, the blood boils, and I wish I could end up making gestures with him—in fact, Zhou Yi really thinks so.

Compared to Rider who had to crush and win in all aspects, he and Lancer wanted to launch a pure martial arts contest.That was a martial art that had reached the level of God's Domain, and just thinking about fighting him with all his strength made Zhou Yi's heart surge.

He originally planned to wait for Lancer to kill Caster's familiar, and then suddenly appear in front of him, and then the two exchanged greetings before repeating the duel last night.Anyway, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening, so it could be considered night.

The timing of this Berserker attack is annoying...

Sighing deeply, Zhou Yi stood up from the roof, and the magic spear in his right hand floated out of the air like a spike.

Looking at the distorted monster slowly repairing itself from a distance, Zhou Yi said contemptuously: "To deal with this kind of thing, you only need one... huh?"

Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, the ground under his feet shook suddenly.

Afterwards, heterogeneous lights flickered from the ground, and the slippery air with a disgusting pungent smell gradually appeared in the air along with thick fog.