The walker from Xingyue, Demon King Rimuru!

However, a few tenths of a second are enough, because the characteristic of vacuum magic is that after it is activated, it can be called "instantaneously" as quickly as possible.

But the problem is, to activate the Charming Demon Eye, you need to look at each other, at least... If you want to restrict the opponent's actions, then you will also withstand this level of attack.

Erte Luqi only thought for a moment, and her inexplicable trust made her habitually raise her eyes, and for a moment, regardless of the attack of the destructive spell, she immediately met Naruba Lek's eyes, the left eye instantly turned red! !

"Don't kill you!! Damn it, you—" Narubalek felt bad when Limulu spoke. At this time, she saw Erte who desperately wanted to pull her into the water together. Lucy, yelling at—

You're the crazy ones, you bastards? !

However, she hadn't finished speaking yet, the next moment, her mind went blank, as if the only thing left in the whole world was Elte Lucy's...beautiful eye.

The time is very short, maybe it was only a moment of white light flashing, the next moment, the terrifying vacuum magic swept over, and Rimuru also rushed in front of the two of them at this time, he took the baton from Elte Luci, and When Naruballek regained his composure and was about to retreat, Limuru suddenly turned into a wave of blood, ruthlessly imprisoning Naruballek in place, and unceremoniously kicked Erte Luqi out.

"Eh?!" Before Alte Lucy could react, she felt a pain in her chest. The moment her whole body flew out, the ground was squeezed away by the vacuum, and suddenly the gravel rolled, and the ground cracked!

Even the clouds in the sky seem to be split into two halves in an instant——

"Leviathan?!" Seeing this scene, Erte Luqi couldn't care less about getting angry, her bat wings trembled behind her, and she quickly looked at the hollow chasm after the slash, and cried out worriedly.

Based on her understanding of Limulu, she understands that Limulu is definitely not the kind of person who would sacrifice himself for her. It is true that he values ​​his life more than anyone else, so...should...

It should be fine, right? ! !

At this time, under the dark cracks in the earth——a bloody man who was soaked in blood was letting out an angry roar, then lowered his head, and the remaining half of his body frantically poked the blood-red liquid with a dagger: "What are you doing?" It's... what kind of monster..."

At the moment when the slash came, Limuru directly turned into a blood demon to fix the opponent, but still underestimated the strength of the opponent when he was facing a life-and-death crisis. At the last moment, the opponent unexpectedly broke through Limuru's confinement, Moved his heart and head away from the range of the attack, but even so——

The opponent still lost one-third of his body, stood upright, and was slashed directly by this blow.

In an instant, blood spewed out, and the black mist of Limuru circled away, and he drank it all without hesitation, which just made up for the urge to donate blood caused by the loss of magic power.

"A monster?" Limulu smiled lightly and revealed a head. In front of the opponent, he rolled up the other half of his body that had been crushed, and ate it without hesitation.

Then slowly, the mimicry became the appearance of the other party.

"You...you..." Narubalek's pupils shrank tightly, and the original frivolous smile was no longer there. She watched the other self gradually condense—then, she rushed towards herself in an instant.

"I am... a monster that will eat you!"

……

When Erte Luqi saw Narubalek who was weakly climbing up from the rift, his pupils dilated instantly. For some reason, when a consciousness of raging and wanting to go berserk just about to explode, in his mind, But Limulu's voice came again: "Calm down, Your Highness, even if you die, it's just my avatar, not to mention...I'm not dead yet."

Hearing this, the tyrannical Alteluchi, whose bat wings were even stained with blood, was taken aback for a moment, and then blushed, suddenly remembering that Limuru has two lives, she grinned angrily , when he was about to search for traces of Limuru from the ground, he saw the weak Narubalek raised his head slightly, and suddenly showed her a touch...

familiar smile.

"Pretend to retreat first, Your Highness."

Narubalek Limuru grinned silently and smiled lightly.

"And I... want to play for a while first."

Chapter 079, Indifference?Maybe...for the future, Lord White Wing.

Once the white knight dies, retreating is the most sensible choice for Erte Luqi, because she will face two enemies next, and she will fall into the previous disadvantage again, but even so, Erte Luqi Teluqi was obviously very angry, making Bathmelo think that the other party was about to lose his mind and rush forward, but when he saw Narubalek, he turned around decisively and left, as if retreating and fleeing...

This contrast made Bathmelo, who is the assistant of the courtyard, habitually puzzled and doubted for a while, but seeing the black shadow fleeing towards the blood moon in an instant, she could only temporarily put away her thoughts, and the wind behind her Shock, ready to catch up.Although it is said that the poor are not to chase after, but...you can't miss the opportunity.

However, the next moment, she stopped abruptly, and the bloody dagger flashed past her face, and the killing intent had turned into substance, climbing onto her body like a poisonous snake: "Narubalek ,What do you want to do?"

"Bastard... just now you wanted... to kill me, right?" Limuru raised her head deliberately and gloomily, staring closely at Bathmelo.

Since Rimuru's mimicry itself can simulate the corresponding aura, and after digesting it, he has obtained the ability of Narubalek. At this moment, he finally dispelled Barthemero's worries, although he always felt that the white knight should not Such an easy death, but since Naruballek stood before her eyes, she seemed to have no reason to doubt it.

"Aren't you alive?" Bathomelo said indifferently: "It's just the price of trying to take the prey from me. If you will die in that attack, it can only explain the name of Narubalek... that's it. Is that so?"

The members of the choral team behind Bathermelo had finished their preparations from Limuru's previous disturbance, and flew behind her again, looking at Narubalek warily, while Bathermelo continued coldly He said: "What? Are you planning to continue to capture the prey, or challenge me here? But no matter what, even if you get away with it this time, you will die next time. The difference is not very meaningful, isn't it ?"

"If you are resentful, then continue to attack." Barthumello turned around again, and flew towards the center of the blood moon in the night, deep in Cornwall, and the members of the choir also silently He withdrew all kinds of sabers and spiritual outfits in his hands—"But the price is eternal death, Lord Narubalek."

"Tsk." Limulu glanced at the famous choral team, and was locked on by several murderous intents just as he raised his hand. He firmly believed that as long as he launched an attack, this group of players would definitely directly follow Barthemelo. Similarly, he did not hesitate to launch the most violent attack as the leader of the church's burial agency.

"It's nothing more than seeing me become so strong after taking your blow and falling into weakness, right? Is this the so-called pride and strength of the apex of nobility? It's really disgusting... Ah." Limuru narrowed his eyes, and his voice followed The sound of the wind came to Bathmelo's ears, but the other party was not moved at all, and his figure was getting further and further away.

Barthemelo never cared... the barking of a defeated dog.

……

While the British gentlemen were enjoying their afternoon tea, it was already night in the Far East, ushering in the vast starry sky.

Kuonji Yuzu is very satisfied with the mansion left by the twin sisters. It belongs to the unique taste of the ancient Nordic and Finnish magic family, which perfectly fits the little hobby of the witch.

The only thing that makes her dissatisfied may be that there are no magic books from Finland in this small western mansion, which makes her a little unnatural who is used to reading books silently at night, but fortunately, Archelot In order to make the whole mansion look better, the servants of the family filled the originally empty study room with secular books.

At this time, she was holding a modern physics-related book and reading it quietly. She actually couldn't understand it, but modern related knowledge has always been the existence that Limuru pays the most attention to. If Limuru likes it, then she doesn't mind... to find out.

Limulu looked at the starry sky and paid attention to the information and intelligence on the other side of the battlefield. After pouring her a cup of black tea, she sat down beside her as if she was a child, and fell asleep slightly: "The starry sky in the extreme east is better than that in the west. Is it bright?"

"When we were kids, we couldn't see the stars in London."

"You can go to Observation Center to see." Hearing this, Jiuyuanji Youzhu directly disrupted the atmosphere and said, "You are now a professor of the basic subject of astrology, don't you still know it?"

"...I'm just not interested in astrology. Hmph, astrology is just a remnant of feudalism." Seeing that Youzhu is so boring, Limulu snorted softly, but looked helplessly at the sky, looking at the shining Star.

To be honest, he was a little homesick.

Among the endless stars, is there...another earth?

……

After all, the white knight Limuru let Barthelmelo go without stopping him. After all, he didn't stay for the sake of ending the queen.

Barthemelo's crusade has locked on Erte Luqi. In other words, whether Arte Lucia is fighting or running, as long as Barthemelo is still chasing and killing, it can barely be held back, right?

However, no matter whether it is the retreat of the frontal battlefield or the rift in Cornwall, the Urifis army has completed the composition of the portal and the spirit base, and can manufacture cannon fodder troops on a large scale and transmit key combat forces. , when Rimuru told Eltruchi to pretend to retreat.

In his heart, he had already made a real and complete plan to retreat.

It's just that the agreed time with White Wing is the next dawn, and now, since the last dawn, the opponent has completely started to attack, and the entire battle has only passed seven or eight hours - the dual insufficiency of high-end combat power and grassroots troops , after all, it still made Limuru feel a little bit strenuous.

However, this does not mean that Cornwall can directly give it to the other party.

Limuru turned around, turned into an afterimage without hesitation and rushed towards the large army. The map sand table about the whole Cornwall was automatically simulated with the help of the great sage, and appeared on the retina.

Lord Black Wing fought against Gaius' Order, Melanie and Fufu fought against the frontal forces, and Altruchi held Barthelmelo back. Although all kinds of accidents happened among most of them, they finally returned to their respective positions as the general trend. From this point of view... even if it is impossible at dawn... it is still no problem to delay it until nightfall.

One-third of the 50 ghouls have died under successive attacks, and the remaining [-] are still pouring out of the inner city like a flood. Although these rubbish things are no threat to magicians and agents, But it can indeed slow down the opponent's march.

While galloping, he contacted the splinter body far away in southern Europe.

Therefore, when Bai Yigong was gently cleaning his blood-filled Wang Jian by the river, he saw a figure slowly condensing in the water not far away, he raised his eyebrows, and looked at a subordinate behind him, Sure enough, the split body in his hand slowly swelled from a shriveled silicone-like thing to a blue ball again.

He turned his head again and looked at the body of water in the river. The latter stared at him with dissatisfied eyes and said, "You still have the heart to stay by the river?"

"The recovery of Austria is easier than I imagined." Bai Yigong stood up and said lightly: "After the cooperation between the two parties, there is almost no resistance in the whole of Austria. Instead, it is like a snowball. The whole team is getting bigger and bigger, and 10,000+ people died. Tu Dajun, have you seen it?"

"It's not so much an army, it's more like a rabble joining in the carnival." Hearing this, Limulu glanced around at the several ancestors around White Winged Lord, and saw that they were all there, including the Water Demon. Cai said: "Killing, blood-sucking, setting fire, under war, I don't say anything, but blood-sucking species should not be a representative of chaos."

"Of course, I don't need you to tell me. Let's get to the point, Limuru, what happened to you?"

"Your side is easier than you imagined, which means that my side is much more difficult than expected, doesn't it?" Limulu spread his hands, turned to Bai Yigong, stared into his blood red eyes and said: "I need you ASAP--"

"The determination of the Magic Association is greater than I imagined. They directly dispatched the ace chant team and spent a huge amount of money to build a spiritual transfer device. They obviously want to recover Cornwall within a day. The twelve monarchs dispatched Six, and more than 60 super-class magicians..."

"Then what are you going to do? White Knight." Hearing this, Lord Bai Yi pulled out his sword lightly, and said with a chuckle, "Is your Highness planning to retreat?"

"Are you taking pleasure in other people's misfortune?" Limulu looked at the smile on the other party's majestic face, and said with a little helpless dissatisfaction: "We are now in a relationship that is in jeopardy."

"Ah, so it's fine if you say Erte Luqi's order." White Wing nodded, looked at the black knight Stulut who had already walked aside, and said as if pointing: "Of course we will Follow orders."

"I really want to see, after the war, the expression of calling out the word "Your Highness" from your mouth, Bai Yigong." Limulu shook his head lightly, without entangled in the other party's words, turned his head and said: "Originally My plan is to persist until you turn around and encircle the opponent's main force, but obviously, it won't last until the next dawn, and the opponent's advance troops can break through Cornwall, as long as the opponent is not stupid..."

"This is not good news. It means that the main players in Southern Europe who haven't arrived in Cornwall at this time may have already noticed something and rushed back."

Limulu stared closely at Baiyi Gongdao: "In the early days of the Magic Association war, a huge amount of money was spent on building spiritual transfers and various positions for extremely fast combat. Although it put a lot of pressure on us, it obviously also shows that they have no long-term wars. Once we quit Cornwall, the pressure from the Magic Association will be almost zero."

"So, are you planning to abandon Cornwall? Need our help?"

"No. Our main pressure comes from the church. Lord White Wing. If we want to establish the kingdom of the dead, we must try our best to weaken the power or influence of the church." Limulu shook his head and said: "So on the contrary, I need You go one step further and invade Italy, and even... the Vatican."

"What about you?"

"We will choose a surprise attack." Limulu said in a deep voice, "everyone in Cornwall would be sacrificed."

"It sounds great." Hearing this, Nero, who had been silent on the side, hugged his chest and said in a deep voice: "But in this way, it will become us to bear the pressure."

Once the army of the Dead Apostles continues to go south and invade Italy, then the main force of the church, who was in a dilemma halfway, not knowing whether to continue to Cornwall or to provide humanitarian assistance to Austria, will immediately shrink back to return visits, and to Limulu and others will also let Kang Wall's burial agency and first-class agents were forced to return to defense, so the pressure on Limuru's side would naturally be reduced.

But there is also a big problem, that is... more than half of Italy is equivalent to the peninsula, and in this case, going deep into Italy and even putting pressure on the Vatican, even if it hits the prestige of the church, they are also facing great pressure, especially ... The main force of the church who came back from behind might make dumplings for them!

"Leave one of the elite troops on the flank, Lord White Wing." Hearing this, Limulu looked at everyone, the blood in his eyes became more cruel—"Or, leave our troops on the flank, 10,000+ dead disciples, too If there are too many, the chaotic dead disciples are the root of the chaos, and if there are too many, the Magic Association will not be satisfied even if there is the mediation of the jeweler in the future, it is better to let them make the final contribution to the other compatriots."

"What are you?" Hearing this sentence, Bai Yigong sneered: "Eltluqi's ambition is to protect her own people, but you let them go to die?"

"So I kept it from Erte Luqi. She probably doesn't even know that she is going to retreat." Limulu looked at the crowd and said coldly: "I'll say it again, Lord Baiyi, I don't Tell it without telling you, in front of everyone."

"My loyalty to Eltruchi does not mean that her purpose is my purpose—so, her ambition is not important, the kingdom of the Dead Apostles, and the future of the Dead Apostles, the most important thing is that her future can be settled Well, this is what I want - I hope you can implement it, even if this matter is brought up in the future, you can still say that it was my selfish interests that killed these tens of thousands of dead disciples."

"Also, don't think that you are the only ones who need to sacrifice your subordinates." Limulu said lightly: "Cornwall, without you, it is estimated that only our ancestors can make a surprise attack. As for the people who followed me and His Highness in the beginning Those thousands of dead disciples, those few who are my only subordinates after I signed the contract, maybe..."

"It will sleep here forever."

"What a cruel heart..." Hearing this, the aristocratic girl Lita Rojaian took a deep breath, staring at Limuru's pair of god-like indifferent eyes: "You really don't care a little bit ?”

"For the future, White Winged Lord."

Chapter 080, Transition, the body of hundreds of years of killing skills.

At this time, on the outskirts of London, England, the astronomy department affiliated to the clock tower, the observation hub——

A handsome young man with white hair was standing in front of a shining blue astrolabe, quietly watching the slow movement and simulation of celestial bodies.

On the other side, there stood a hale and hearty old man, it was Gem Wenzelrich, and he was smiling faintly, talking to the shadow on the other side.

"I've already stopped him and warned Aoko Aozaki." He chuckled lightly, "That little guy is still careless as always, and he doesn't care about the consequences."

"With her ability, helping Sir Tempest may not be discovered by ordinary people, but it will definitely not be hidden from Sir Bathmelo."

"That's right... Sir Barthamello." Hearing this name, the dark figure like a shadow obviously felt a headache: "Zhu Yue has been dead for so long, but their hatred for the dead disciples has never diminished."

"It's just the arrogance in your bones." Hearing this, the gem man laughed and shook his head: "The little girl who was arrogant and stubborn back then, now even if she sees me, she wants to punish her."

"However, you should think about it this time, the future of mankind."

In the end, the two seemed to have reached a consensus, looked at the young man and said:

"Have you considered it? Sir Maris Billy."

"Really... It's not that the two don't know about it." Maris Billy sighed, and said helplessly, "The Animsfia family has never participated in external struggles."

"But aren't you unable to observe the future of mankind now? Why don't you choose to trust him?" The old voice of the black shadow came from one side.

For this reason, Maris Billy said indifferently: "But the results of the Atlas Academy's identification have not changed."

"Sorry, Dean, I have no way to hand over the future of mankind to a little guy who can't even be recognized by the world. Even if I can have an extra guarantee for this, it doesn't seem to matter whether I have this guarantee."

Maris Billy was silent for a while, and explained: "I need to maintain an absolutely neutral attitude. Only in this way can I guarantee the success of my own ideas and the human security agency."

The Department of Astronomy is able to maintain its unique status today and has maintained close cooperation with all parts of the world, and even the Atlas Academy, and has even relied on the funds of the Atlas Academy instead of the Clock Tower, because of their successive generations of Ani The members of the Musfia family will inherit the astronomy department after finishing their studies, and then they will not care about world affairs. Behind the super high status and not being offended, they cannot take the initiative to reach out to participate in the struggle of the other eleven families tacit agreement.

After all, observations are just observations, and predictions are ultimately just warnings.

Just like Limuru doesn't like misty astrology, this astronomical monarch also hates the elusive existence. The stars in the sky are obviously very clear, but he can't see the slightest call of the Tempest Patriarch .

The fate of those who do not belong to this world cannot be peeped.

Variable, means hope, but it can also be... disaster.

……

On the steep cliff, Narubalek's long dark red hair covering one eye fluttered in the wind. His scarlet eyes passed the roaring monsters and soldiers, and then threw themselves into the last city in the center of Cornwall. In the middle, he lowered his eyes and ended the contact with Bai Yigong.

The next moment, he outlined several dark familiars, like butterflies made up of shadows, and quickly flew in different directions, ready to issue new orders. However, at this moment, above the distant sky, a blood-red Soaring to the sky again, Altruchi's aura rapidly spread like ripples——

"...Is this... a fight again?"

Limuru looked in that direction rather helplessly. After all, he let go of his temporary worries about Erte Luqi, turned to a cold face, and plunged headfirst off the cliff.

On the frontal battlefield, Mei Lian Solomon has recovered, and now he is galloping on top of the revived magic dog. He is also completely targeted by a member of the burial agency, and listed as the target of the crusade—the troops began to move forward in a crushing posture. When the morale was high, the command seat fell into a moment of hesitation. To be precise, it was the popes of one side of the church who were caught in a fierce quarrel about the dilemma of whether to advance or retreat.

"Once an accident occurs in the Holy City, it will be an extremely fatal blow to our reputation. We have already been tricked once, and we cannot always be led by the nose by the dead." The old old woman Pope seems to have completely believed in Kenneth. Based on his analysis, he firmly said: "We should retreat, Smith, Allen... At least we have to tell the burial authority about this guess."

"But that's speculation after all..." On the other side, the Pope known as Allen hesitated, and heard Pope Smith's decisive objection: "Are you kidding me? Because this kind of speculation Retreating at such a time would be a more terrifying blow to us, right? I think you are confused..."