The walker from Xingyue, Demon King Rimuru!

Limuru lowered her head, closed her eyes and sensed Erte Luqi's position, then stepped on her feet, and flew into the sky——

Behind her, the corpses of four members of the burial agency were lying there quietly.

The burial institution, a total of seven people, and now, six people in Cornwall...

All destroyed!

……

Narubalek's identity can be discarded, because... the remaining black mist slowly climbed up the four corpses, devouring them.

Because there are four more identities.

While Limuru quickly turned into an afterimage and flew towards Erte Luqi, she was slightly thinking about it, which was a pity.

If it weren't for the current limit of splitting, it would be two. If there were more, his strength would be reduced. He even wanted to split another clone to sneak into the church. Maybe seven years later... he could become the head of the pope!

Damn it! !Doppelgänger!

How about... looking for Canozaki Chengzi to make a few dolls?Ang, no, dolls can't transform.

uncomfortable...

With the broken thoughts in Limulu's heart, he crossed the broken land, the riddled forest, the emerald green dotted with bright red, and the plain grassland where the ghouls and familiars were fighting together, roaring. Instantly locked onto the entangled figure in front of him, the blood-red murderous intent almost turned into substance, and suddenly turned into a gust of wind, the dagger turned, and the blood light flickered.

Killing enhancement, speed enhancement, strength enhancement!

With the blessing of Narubalek's own killing intent magic and the strengthened magic of the agents, Limuru crazily poured all the magic power into his dagger, locking on the existence he never wanted to fight.

Bathmelo!

He knew that this blow could not kill the opponent, because he had warned in advance!

Narubalek's killing intent can greatly increase the lethality of her attack, but the determination is similar to a public announcement, nakedly exposing the existence she wants to kill to everyone!

And a magician of Barthemelo's level is almost impossible to be killed if he is warned in advance. What's more, the dozens of first-class magicians behind her have never been left behind, and they can participate in the top level for a long time. Fighting without falling behind, this is the strength of the chant team itself!

And this choral team, even if it doesn't use any attacking spells, it only provides an increase for Barthemello, which is enough to rival the existence of several top magic furnaces!

He didn't want to take action against her before because he was afraid of something wrong with the Heroic Spirit Summoner, which made him unable to clear up his suspicions, but now...to the current top magician...challenge unscrupulously!

"Huh?" Barthomello, who was entangled with Eltruchi, frowned, turned around suddenly, and saw the blood-red spot at the edge of the sky, carrying a naked killing intent towards her, crazy attack.

Chapter 089, The Vacuum of Bathermelo Infinity.

At this time, Eltruchi's state can't be said to be very good. It's not that she can't beat Barthelmelo, but in the situation where there is nothing to do with each other, the battle between the two has almost become a situation of competing with each other and exhausting each other. Today's Alte Luci does not have a blood bank, but the other party has nearly 30 members of the choral team to provide boosts.

Her delicate little face has been covered by a sharp wound, although it is harmless, it destroys the original beauty.

Limulu is very clear that with super-speed regeneration, when Elte Lucy is not repairing these wounds that do not affect life and combat power, it can only show one thing, that is, His Highness's magic power is running out. .

That's right, the two have been fighting for more than 20 hours. Limulu felt the whistling wind in her ears, and ignored the oncoming hurricane without hesitation. Forcibly withstood the hurricane blade—letting the body be injured and the blood burst, the bloody dagger in Limulu's hand was like a rainbow that pierced through the sun for nine days, piercing through more than 30 choirs along the way The defense of the members forced Barthamero to stop after Erte Luqi's tough pursuit, and he had to use a huge amount of magical power to compress the air——

boom!

The airflow like an air cannon exploded, and Limuru's figure suddenly paused slightly, and his speed slowed down as if visible to the naked eye, but the blow finally came in front of Barthemelo. Now, Bartheme Luo's solemn expression finally couldn't help showing a trace of astonishment. Seeing Narubalek's crazy smile, she frowned, and a series of dark green magic circuits instantly lit up from her heart to the engraving on her back. This represented the first time that Barthemelo had overloaded his magic circuit!

If this blow was hit...Barthermelo stretched out his magic dress like a pointer, and resolutely laid it in front of him——he would die!

Absolutely die!

Her eyes opened suddenly, and the light extracted from magic power exploded in her pupils. For a moment, the wind blew loudly, and the endless whirlwind was crazily compressed—the vacuum magic cut the front of her into endless space in an instant.

The next moment, Zheng——the clear voice spread past Limulu's ears, and it felt as if a drop of water was slowly dripping into the space in front of him. Limulu felt endless resistance blocking him ...

"What?" Limulu watched himself getting slower and slower, and finally reached the stationary dagger... He looked at the opponent in shock - he thought that this move would not kill him, but he didn't expect... The opponent's energy consumption was unscathed stop it! !

The dark green light of Bathomelo slowly faded from her eyes, and after a trace of exhaustion flashed across her face, she closed her eyes heavily, but opened them again soon—in an instant, the vacuum magic erupted again, sharp When the cutting sound came down, a black figure flashed past vibrating the bat wings, hugged Limuru and rushed to the sky, and the next second, the world was silent, and the earth was once again accompanied by the vacuum magic. The release left a huge scar.

"Are you okay?" Above the sky, Erte Luqi, who was in the posture of a royal sister, hugged Narubalek, who was a head shorter than her, with a worried expression on her face. Bathermelo frowned slightly when she saw this scene. Frowning, squinting his eyes, he turned around and provocatively said: "Interesting, an ancestor of the Dead Apostles would go to rescue a Narubalek...?"

"Is there a collusion or..." Bathmelo stretched out his hand, feeling the emptiness of the magic power in his body, squeezed the air slightly, feeling the residual magic power in it, and said softly, "The white knight has the means of parasitism or camouflage?"

"What is that..." Hearing this, Limuru didn't answer the question, but stared at Bathmelo closely and asked, "The magic that you blocked my attack...what is it!"

"Oh? Can't you understand?" Barthemelo raised his eyes, and with a rare smile, he said, "The magic represented by the surname Barthemelo is "omnipotent". "

"It is a magic system that turns the impossible into possible. It has stood at the apex for thousands of years and can easily realize miracles and magic."

Turn the impossible into the possible...

Of course Limuru knew this, but it was precisely because he knew this that he couldn't understand it, because the greatest achievement of this generation of Barthemero is vacuum magic, which is to turn the impossible static weather into static... wait a minute , if the wind can stand still...doesn't that also mean...the wind can flow backwards?

No, that's not right...it's clearly the difference between standing still and accelerating.

In an instant, his pupils shrank, and he struggled out of Erte Luqi's arms, floating in mid-air and took a deep look at Barthemelo: "Is it the infinite resistance produced by the extreme fluidity?"

"It's not resistance, but the fluidity of the concept." Hearing this, Barthemelo shook her head presumptuously, and she seemed to have no intention of hiding her magic tricks: "You seem to like it very much." If you use a modern term for the language of magic, then it should be more appropriate to use a vocabulary you can understand to reflect the speed."

Compared with the state of hot pursuit before, Barthelmelo needs to calm down and test whether the other party is a white knight when talking to the other party now. The more important point is that she needs to recover her magic power. Yes, the magic power just now has been consumed. She has a lot of magic power, until now, she can still feel the tingling pain in her body.

And the reason why he didn't mind explaining the principle of the magic was because he didn't bother to hide it, and more importantly, it was impossible for others to use this magic, let alone crack it!

Vacuum Infinity is the strongest defense unknown to the world that Barthelmelo has hardly used since it was developed. If Avalon cuts the dimension and covers itself to avoid all damage, then she His vacuum magic is an unsolvable existence that can stop all attacks before they come into contact with him, and be completely wiped away by the reverse fluidity of the wind, losing all kinetic energy and stopping!

"Because you can't touch, you won't be broken. It's not resistance, but the speed will become slower and slower. No matter how strong the force is, it will eventually become powerless to move forward." Limulu's eyes burst out, what... what Genius ideas and creativity, what a charm of magic! !

Anyway, Limulu was born and raised in Xingyue World for more than ten years, and in the past ten years, he has indeed devoted himself to the world of magic. It would be a lie to say that he is not interested in magical magic !

He licked the corner of his mouth excitedly, for the first time, the first time he had a desire for a certain magic, and for the first time he felt that the magicians in this world also have magic tricks that are more delicate than his so-called "art"!

"Bathermelo... really deserves the name of the strongest magic family..."

"Thank you for the compliment." Hearing this, Barthemelo raised the pointer and said coldly: "On the contrary, your performance also proves that you are a magician...It really is you...the White Knight."

That excited expression is unmistakable, only a magician will have such a deep interest in this level of magic, as for this generation of Narubalek?That's a murderer, she knows shit magic!

However, I also like to use modern scientific terms to express magic terms, the white knight and the orphan of the Tempest family...

I hope I was wrong...Bathermelo glanced slightly, and his voice became colder: "It's better for you to use your original appearance, you who occupy Narubalek's body are really disgusting. "

"Marshal!" Behind them, several magicians who fell to the ground because of being broken by Limuru floated up again, and after Barthemelo quickly recovered a little magic power, he became extremely aggressive again, without any sign of harm. Continue to plan to continue talking nonsense.

"Is it disgusting?"

Limulu laughed lightly, then suddenly raised her head and said, "I left for nearly a night, do you want to guess what I did?"

Although I really don’t want to admit it, it’s clear that I’m not the opponent of Barthumello at the moment... Although the other party’s magic cost a lot, the attack just now also consumed a lot of magic power... I have the magic power of the spiritual veins in reserve , the opponent also has a choir as a magic melting pot.

And in order to maintain the existence of Saber, it is obviously not a wise choice to fight against the other party to put yourself at a disadvantage. It seems that the magic can only be experienced next time.

Rimuru glanced unobtrusively at the silent and gloomy Eltruchi next to her—it must be hard for her to be at a disadvantage, right?

His Highness's magic power is also running low, but since I'm here, it means that His Highness can recover part of his strength by sucking my blood... The point is, His Highness will definitely not want to, and it's not necessary, but this point, it is true It can be used as a bargaining chip to dissuade the opponent——

After hearing Limulu's words, Barthemelo paused the action of releasing the magic, and said coldly, "You went to the frontal battlefield?"

"Why don't you go and have a look?" Limulu smiled lightly and stretched out his hand to wipe his neck: "The decapitation operation, now, the front troops should have been killed by [-] dead disciples, right?"

Having said that, in fact, the frontal battlefield is still Kenneth leading the army to quickly clean up the ghouls. Even if [-] dead disciples attack in full force, it may not be able to stop it for a long time... After all, Lord Black Wing has already retreated. The transformation magicians on the Internet will soon be able to join Kenneth and others.

"You want to crusade against my Highness, but regardless of whether you can succeed or not, if you exchange the failure of a war for the success of your personal crusade, it may not be good for Barthumello's reputation if you say it?" Limulu said deeply. Looking deeply at Barthamero in front of him, he spread his hands and said, "Let the collective disregard for the sake of personal glory?"

"Personal glory? Huh! She won't have any personal glory." Aside, Erte Luqi was a little dissatisfied, and said viciously: "How could I be attacked by this kind of guy..."

"Indeed." Limulu agreed immediately, while stretching out his arm to gently open the wound, a smear of blood slowly flowed out: "If necessary, please use my blood to forge your victory, Your Highness."

"..." Erte Luqi silently glanced at Limulu when she heard the words, but she didn't speak, and stared stubbornly at Bathmelo—to be honest, she was a little guilty, after all, Fufu was very early. There was news before that she had to retreat...

Watching the two sing together, how could Barthamello fail to see that the other party obviously intended to retreat—but if, as the other party said, there was something wrong with the large army...

She turned her head, because one of them was fighting and running, and the other was chasing, and the two of them had already reached some remote place... She looked towards the direction of the distant battlefield, and fell silent for a while.

After all, the goal of the Magic Association is Cornwall... and not to completely crusade against the King of the Dead. It's really troublesome. It would be great if you didn't bring the choral team in the first place. It may not be possible to defeat the combination of the black princess and the white knight——

The White Knight... This guy's strength is already able to threaten me, comparable to Naruballek's strength.

And the appearance of the other party, is it a parasite?After all, he can use the abilities of his original body... It's really a disgusting magic system. In this way, his previous body may not necessarily be his own...

After a long time, Bathmelo finally turned around slowly, glanced at the white knight lightly, and then made a retreat gesture: "White knight, you'd better not be complacent."

"Although you rescued Erte Luqi, losing Narubalek's identity and exposing your parasitic ability is probably a worthwhile transaction."

After finishing speaking, Bathmelo took the lead in forming several whirlwinds behind him, and quickly flew them into the distance. Seeing this, Limuru finally heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at his pale face, and there was a vortex on it. Bloodstained Altruchi.

He silently put his arm to Erte Luqi's mouth, but the latter's face turned cold, and he turned his head arrogantly and awkwardly.

No way, Limulu had no choice but to gently hold her head with one hand, and draw the blood out of her body with the other hand: "Don't move, this is an exchange, I need your blood to suppress the impulse."

"Eh?" Hearing this, Erte Luqi was taken aback for a moment, gave up struggling and silently swallowed Limulu's blood, and as the wound on his face healed, he silently counted the time: "Indeed, the distance It has been three days since one suppression."

Saying so, she was silent for a moment, then suddenly stretched her arm in front of Limulu, blushing and said, "Bite yourself, drink as much as you want...it's...a reward!"

"Let's take a while." Looking at the awkward Highness, Limulu shook his head: "You still need to maintain some strength to make a surprise attack, Your Highness."

For Elte Lucki, blood is magic power, and magic power is blood, which is actually no different from Limuru. Therefore, when Elte Lucky recovered from the scars on her face, her expression was as same as that of Limulu. The paleness of the skin itself meant that the normal blood in her body was almost consumed, and she needed to replenish a large amount of blood to recover her magic power and injuries, which was just a drop in the bucket with the blood provided by Limulu alone.

Hearing the word raid, Erte Luqi was silent again, but silently followed behind Limuru and flew towards the English Channel, the boundary line. After a long time, when she gradually saw the sea, she suddenly said: "Levy Tan, I..."

"I know, Your Highness." Limulu interrupted: "You want to drag down the chorus by yourself, hoping that the Dead Apostles can make a successful surprise attack as much as possible. You did nothing wrong, Your Highness."

"...I'm sorry." Alte Lucy has recovered her loli posture, lowering her head and blaming herself: "If it wasn't for me, you don't need to reveal your identity, you can sneak into the church..."

"Uh, I don't need an apology for that..." Hearing Erte Luqi's apology, Limulu was a little surprised, but soon laughed and rubbed her head helplessly: "Even if your identity is exposed, I can still sneak into the church."

"Eh? Why?"

"Do you know about werewolf killing?"

"what is that?"

"Even if the prophet finds out that I'm a wolf, as long as he hasn't spoken, I can jump!" Limulu's eyes flickered: "After all, in this game, God and people are opposites."

Chapter 090, Werewolf jumps fiercely, who will kill tonight?

On the frontal battlefield, the striker of more than 3 Dead Apostles was almost torn into pieces the moment they fought against the opponent. The troubles that hindered them were even worse than ghouls and living corpses. The Duke of Cornwall finally became anxious.

I saw that he anxiously found Kyle and the others who had gathered among thousands of troops, and asked tightly, "What about Your Highness, is Your Highness still not making a move?"

"Shoot?" Hearing this, Kyle turned his head in doubt, and said softly: "Who told you that His Highness will make a shot?"

"What... what?"

"Don't you understand?" Seeing the appearance of the Duke of Cornwall, Kyle sneered: "It's really stupid. Even now, can't you see that you are an abandoned child? The eternal life obtained because of greed will eventually Ushering in the end—you scumbags who don't even have magic, where do you get the confidence to think that you can become a member of the Dead Apostles?"

"How...how could it be, impossible...impossible." The Duke of Cornwall looked at Kenneth and other monarch's army approaching, and said in a panic: "Then what about you... Aren't you His Highness's confidants? How can he give up on you? You are lying to me, are you lying to me? "

"Ah, it is precisely because we are confidantes that we are willing to die for His Royal Highness." Hearing this, Kyle gently turned the blood gun in his hand, and suddenly smiled lightly: "Although we don't know if the Highness we are talking about is alone, But for a scumbag like you, I'm afraid it's hard to understand."

"It's incomprehensible for people who live for the sake of living. That kind of consciousness that they must die." With a chuckle, Kyle's bloody eyes are staring deeply at the transforming magicians who are coming from the opposite sky. , and on the far right, Barthumello and the choral team came with the wind——

After patrolling around, Kyle couldn't help but smiled bitterly and said, "In this case, it's impossible to make a surprise attack."

"Do you still remember His Highness's order?"

"If you can't make a surprise attack, kill as many members of the church as possible." Beside him, a rickety dead man squinted and said, "It's rare to see a dog as loyal as you. Appal escaped. What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? A frontal raid is a raid, and being a deserter is naturally a raid." Hearing this, Kyle clenched the blood gun in his hand, and said with a chuckle: "His Royal Highness's order is to keep everyone alive, so, You can do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head in disgust, and looked at the still inconceivable Duke of Cornwall with a face full of despair: "If you still want to continue to live, you should run away before the other party surrounds you—even though there are people in the sky There are endless familiars, and there are evil spirits wandering in the forest, the consequence of running away alone is a dead end, but death is slower than on the battlefield, isn't it?"

"Then, those of you who don't want to escape, no matter whether you are loyal to His Highness, or you don't want to retreat out of your own glory, but since you are all staying here, then I invite you to charge with me."

"Huh." Among the dead disciples, there were scattered cold snorts, which seemed to be disdainful, but none of them really left. Don't think that the dead disciples have no so-called glory and only want to steal life, the so-called depravity Although many magicians choose to become dead disciples to extend their lives in order to pursue magic, but because they are traditional magicians, glory is equally important to them!

However, in this situation, rather than brazenly going to die with honor, it is better to say that he understands the current situation of ten deaths and no life, chooses a more decent way of death, and sticks to his last face.

"Crazy, all crazy." The Duke of Cornwall shook his hands, got up without saying a word, and quickly stumbled and ran back into the city. The striker looked at each other after seeing the Duke's behavior, and ran towards the city——

When one person is timid, it will lead to a crazy defeat!When the forward retreats, the soldiers behind will no longer have the courage to charge.

For a while, more and more Dead Apostles frantically mobilized the surrounding ghouls to block the knife, and at the same time chose to escape—they all stood out and became the existence of Dead Apostles after a [-]% chance. To die with the group of failed living corpses and the like? !

"Let's attack." Seeing the dead apostles who became civilians start to flee in a panic, Kyle raised his spear indifferently, and pointed at Lord Kenneth, who was leading the large army on the opposite side with a calm face, and walked forward, hanging down. Eyes: "For Your Highness!"

In an instant, the blood burst out, the gun shot out like a dragon, and an afterimage seemed to pull the heartstrings of the hundreds of dead disciples who stood still, either disdainful, helpless, or fanatical——

"For Your Highness!" The deafening voice rose into the sky with the explosion of magic power, forming a majestic blood-colored rainbow and rushing into the sky. More than 1000 dead disciples with more than 1000 pairs of scarlet eyes lit up—brazenly launched an attack charge.

"The real army is here." Seeing this scene, Kenneth stopped in his tracks, looked at the figure that had turned into a blood-colored army in the torrent of countless retreats, raised his chin haughtily and chuckled and said, "You actually have a demon army?" The embryonic form of the Guiding Legion..."

"That guy..." In the sky, Bathmelo narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Kyle who rushed into the proxy with a blood gun in his hand and made a bloody splash: "It's a pity."

In time, or if he hadn't fallen, he should be a rare general, or... a magic marshal with a promising future, right?