I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"Hey (You stinky woman still wants to suck up my magic power to provide you with materials?)"

"You mean to keep your hands in order to have enough strength to protect me? Hehehe...you are such a ridiculous and stupid guy!" Joan of Arc Alter laughed mockingly, but her eyes were very satisfied.

Not long after, Jill walked over excitedly holding two large medals: "Sure enough, the magic power of Berserker is incredible, this should be some kind of material for the spirit foundation!"

"This one works for me..." Dion said.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Saber." After easily killing the army blocking the way, Joan of Arc Alter watched the golden particles slowly pour into Durin's hand, and said in admiration: Berserker, I still need you in the future. "

[Quantum draws 169 scales. 】

Du Lin's face condensed slightly: "..."

this number……

If there is such an event in front of him in the following itinerary, will he continue to do it?

Not in Jeanne Alter's command spell, but in herself.

'Among the deaths of those people, ignore the choice between Jill making living corpses and skeleton soldiers' and 'take the initiative to kill yourself to obtain the quantum scale'...

There was a hint of cruelty and struggle in Du Lin's eyes.

Pandora's box has been opened...

Chapter 94 Evil (Revised)

a few days later.

The original city of France - Orleans.

The black cursed magic power shrouded it, in front of the castle manor just like the scene of the Demon King's City in the story.

A hundred meters away from the tied targets, the soldier wearing the silver helmet pulled the bowstring on the silver bow, and the magic power slowly gathered on his bowstring, and a light arrow condensed by pure energy appeared. The hand flew away from it suddenly.

Whoosh!

The light arrow shot out and landed more than ten meters away from the distant target. There was an explosion on the ground and a small crater fell.

"Can't you?" The green-haired elder sister sitting on the bench next to her sighed, "It's unbelievable that your arrows are shot so crookedly, that your reputation is actually related to the bow. Berserker!"

Looking at the people in front of him, three days have passed since that day when the French knights were wiped out.

From the rich French cities of Flanders and Aquitaine, the army fortresses fell one after another.

In less than three days, France has been completely reduced to an area where the terrifying reputation of the "Dragon Witch" and her knight, the "Destroyer of the Silver Bow" in front of her spread...

"However, if you don't have magic power as a propulsion force and can only reach this level, I suggest you give up the bow!" Atalanta suggested as a regular Archer.

She didn't care whether Du Lin could understand it or not, but Berserker's attacks relied on energy explosions all the way in the past few days. The method of "shooting according to fate" is very problematic.

He also misses shots at close range if it doesn't help him immobilize or tie up enemies.

"Roar!" Du Lin uttered, his eyes fixed on her chest.

If an arrow hits the elder sister's spirit core, and when she drops out the materials of the archer, he can absorb those experiences, so he doesn't have to worry about shooting in the wrong direction.

"Hehe, do you still want to shoot me?" Atalanta sneered: "Master asked me to help you practice, so please be conscious. You don't want to be hated by the Master who changed you, do you?"

Du Lin: "..."

Did Joan Alter change him?Can't say that...

A few days ago, when Joan of Arc Alter issued the command spell to make him ride a tiger, Du Lin realized that the so-called undercover agent would eventually have to make a choice.

In less than two days at that time, the group spread the terror of the trial and almost destroyed all cities in southern France.

Nearly ten thousand people are dying every day, whether it is the widowed old man, the young girl who is about to be released, or the baby in the swaddle... And the death of these people is not over, they are made into living corpses, and become the material of skeleton soldiers .

He also understood the so-called wrong or right in these killings [either become one of them] or [or flip the table on the spot].

"The power of Chaldea, which was finally fought for, has disappeared", "Jeanne Alter is very fond of me, maybe I can influence her", "I'm going to die anyway, so it's better to become my experience value"...and "These historical roles have long been Already dead, the result of the change may just be a different way of dying'

The chips on the scale [or become one of them] are getting heavier and heavier, and finally he made what he thinks is a feasible choice...

No, it's not so much a choice as it is an active response to the witch's temptation.

What Du Lin couldn't deny was that even though these people had already died in history, it didn't mean that his killing could be justified.

From beginning to end... His behavior has become completely evil in these days!

……

After a few minutes passed, Atalanta frowned slightly looking at the motionless Du Lin.

"Looking at you, it seems that you don't want to... Forget it, I don't intend to accuse you! But you have to report this matter to the Master yourself. After all, this is her request! Then don't implicate me." Ah Tarrant shook his head, leaning on the bench and bathing in the magical power emanating from the air.

Seeing Du Lin continue to shoot arrows in a perfunctory manner, Atalanta shook his head secretly. Although his attack does not require too much aim, it only needs a lot of energy, but this kind of behavior is still childish. lazy move.

A few days ago, she still thought that this guy was a super innocent kid, but after being taught by the Master, she changed into another shape.His eyes can no longer see the struggle and shame for killing the villagers in the country, only a pool of stagnant water.

Inexplicable...very upset with the Master!

"Hahahaha... happy and happy!"

At this moment, a black-clothed witch walked in from outside the manor. She had silver hair, a curse flag in her left hand, and a head in her right hand: "Ah, my Berserker, look at this guy."

Du Lin turned his gaze silently and looked at the face of the head.