hero?it must be me

"So after we leave the desert, do we have to be careful of the Lion King's ambush?"

Sanzang frowned, and asked worriedly: "Surely you will come at the round table?"

"a?"

"Based on the only three left now, I'm afraid..."

Just when Bedivere was about to express his conclusion with a solemn expression, the loud shout of the orderly at the front of the team interrupted his speech.

"Through the desert! Through the desert—"

As the messenger said, after traveling at full speed for about an hour and a half, the team finally passed through the sandstorm and was about to escape from the vast desert.

Also at the forefront of the team, Li Xiang and the others also crossed the wonderful dividing line not long after the messengers galloped past, leaving all the yellow sand behind.

At the same time, Matthew's communication rang.

"Finally connected again, are you all okay?"

It's Dr. Roman.

The last time I talked to Chaldea was in the camp. Due to the relationship of the Atlas Academy, Osmandis' power could not interfere with the communication with Chaldea in the camp, so Dr. Roman also knew that Li Xiang and the others were at this moment. It was just withdrawn from the desert and into the wilderness.

However, for the first time, no one responded to him.

It's not because everyone has any prejudice against Dr. Roman, nor is it because the words of Holmes when he was underground made everyone feel bad about him——

"Huh? Why did such a powerful follower react—wow! This reaction! Lixiang! You——"

"Doctor, we have seen..."

Mash's voice was quite low, with a hint of difficulty.

"Sure enough, I thought it would be you who came."

Looking at the figure standing at the forefront of the team, alone, yet no one in the whole team dared to move forward, Bedivere shouted solemnly: "Mr. Tristan!"

As the strings were caressed, in the soft sound of the piano, standing opposite the crowd, the one-armed Tristan faced the direction of Bedivere.

His eyes, which were always closed, opened at this moment.

"...Why, Qing appeared in this kind of place?"

"You who obviously didn't respond to the king's call at that time, why are you here now, Lord Bedivere?"

"..."

Bedivere said nothing.

There was guilt in his expression, and he was depressed for a moment. It seemed that Tristan's words reminded him of some kind of mistake he had made... recalled some kind of guilt of his own.

"...well."

Looking at the silent Bedivere, Tristan closed his eyes again.

"No matter what the reason is, Qing colluded with the rebels, and the evidence is conclusive. I will be eliminated here. I never thought that I would be able to kill you with my own hands. It's really... sad."

As soon as this remark came out, a strong chill suddenly appeared in the hearts of everyone who was already nervous.

Almost everyone present did not know Tristan.

Therefore, almost everyone knew that what Tristan said was true.

He is really capable and serious. He wants to be here alone and kill everyone in the team!

"I won't let you do this!"

Matthew, who was guarding in front of Lixiang, vibrated.

"In a situation like A Cui, even I wouldn't expect to reason with you first!"

Sanzang widened his eyes, held his Zen stick, and made a posture of preparing for battle.

"Mr. Tristan..."

Bedivere took a deep breath, and clenched his fist with his right arm, which was always hidden under the cloak: "Don't even think about it!"

Quiet didn't make a sound.

She had disappeared, hiding somewhere, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take Tristan's head.

Da Vinci, who was standing beside Lixiang, looked at Lixiang.

The girl was hanging her head, holding tightly the guard pendant that Zheng Qi gave her.

"Big brother..."

Li Xiang raised his face.

With firm eyes, he stared straight at Tristan in front of him.

"Here, leave it to me!"

-

"Boom!!"

A figure was smashed heavily into the ground of the temple.

"Too slow! Too slow!! Is this the only level? The brave Zheng Qi!"

The sneer from Demon God Pillar was deafening.

"……call."

Standing on the cracked ground, Zheng Qi raised his head: "It's reborn again."

In front of his eyes, the Demon God Pillar, which was on the verge of disintegration in the last second, with less than a third of its body remaining, seemed to go back in time, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye, standing upright like a huge body made of gold , pouring unscrupulous ridicule towards Zheng Qi.

"As long as you are in this great temple, whether it is magic power or regenerative power, Amon La is above you!"

"...It seems that he is indeed of the same type as me."

Zheng Qi moved his neck: "The attack range is limited, and the speed is not fast, but each blow is heavy and powerful enough, and it has a very good regenerative ability."

exactly.

This has been the 910th time that Demon God Pillar [Amon La] was beaten to the brink of collapse by Zheng Qi for the [-]th time in the nearly one-hour offensive and defensive battle.

But at the same time, it was also the 910th and [-]th time, and it recovered in an instant.

This not only depends on the strong self-regeneration ability of Amon La itself, but also because of the support of this glorious compound temple.

After nearly an hour of playing chess, even Zheng Qi, who didn't know much about magic and magic, could figure it out.

As long as he is in this glorious complex temple, Amon Ra possesses the immortality like a sphinx—no, above that.

On this basis, with the continuous and high-frequency magic power support from the Holy Grail and the Great Temple, this has created such a troublesome existence that can be shattered by Zheng Qi's fist more than 2000 times, but has never been truly eliminated.

And apart from this troublesome immortality and regenerative ability, Amon Ra's attack power is also not bad.

Compared with the biological texture of other Demon God Pillars, Amon La is more like a real pillar made of minerals, and its attack method, apart from the azure blue light beams bursting out from those huge jewel-like eyes, is a kind of A means of solidifying magic power.

It can easily compress and condense the excess magic power supported by the Holy Grail and the Great Temple into a seemingly invisible impact.

Regardless of the inconspicuous description, the actual power of this attack, in terms of Zheng Qi's physical sense, he thinks is far better than Tristan's invisible blade and Lancelot's flying magic power slash.

At least, this kind of impact can make him, who is burning with ripples of pride, have the real feeling of "I was hit by the attack".

Moreover, the damage composition of this kind of impact is quite complicated.

Not only the impact of physical nature, but also the burning of magic power and the erosion of spiritual power.

To put it simply, it is a mixed damage attack with control.

Best of all, no CDs.

This is Amon La's flat A.

"After watching you play with the Sphinxes, I have always wanted to try it out, which one is better between you and this modified Demon God Pillar? Now, it seems that there is no need for this what!"

"You so-called try..."

Patting the spotless pectoralis major, Zheng Qi raised his eyebrows and squinted at the Demon God Pillar: "Does it mean that you don't even leave a wound, but just caress your opponent gently all the time?"

"It's just a pity that I'm wearing a formal suit. The doctor said that it cost her 20 Longmen coins."

Chapter 406 Chapter [-]: Enough Tasting

"Heh, Yu just likes your character that is unwilling to admit defeat to Yu."

The layers of giant pupils of the Demon God Pillar flickered with dangerous magical light: "Come! Fight as much as you can! Brave Zheng Qi! Let Yu appreciate everything about you!"

In the words, the magic power, which was so huge that it seemed to be able to fill the inner space of the entire Great Temple, was quickly compressed and condensed under the will of the Demon God Pillar. From top to bottom, it turned into an invisible heavy hammer, and it hit Yili Zheng Qi!

"Boom! Boom!"

It was as if two thunderbolts exploded in the hall.

A burst of air, accompanied by shattered magic residues, exploded towards the main hall in all directions.

But then, the shattered turbulent flow was grabbed by a stronger force!

"Eura!"

Straight left——

"Ola!!"

Right hook!

The burning dragon flames roared out from the giant fist, wrapped in galloping ripples, dragging the turbulent flow, and hit the golden body of the Demon God Pillar heavily.

Like digging a piece of butter with a hot spoon, the huge body of Demon God Pillar was pierced by the roaring dragon flames in an instant, leaving only two hideous holes.

However, this is not an injury at all to the current Demon God Pillar, Yamon Ra.

Almost at the moment Long Yan passed through, the two cavities began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, the parts of the main hall that had been cracked in the confrontation just now were also recovering rapidly.

"What? Finally decided to return to the speed competition, do you want to use this to seek a chance of victory?"

Zheng Qi didn't say much.

His body began to spew out dark green mist——

"—?"

Immediately, Zheng Qi was stunned for the first time since the fight.

"What's wrong? Are you confused that you can't do whatever you want in your [world] here?"

Demon God Pillar——no, it was Osmandis who sneered: "Isn't this a natural result!"

"—How much time do you think it took me to protect the laws of the gods!"

"Yu admits that the blessings you possess are unusual, and Yu admits that your divine power from another world is really extraordinary! But don't forget, this place is Egypt! This place is Yu's great temple!"

"The you you are today are after all just an unbroken chick."

"And Yu, it's Pharaoh Osmandis—"

"It's a god!!!!"

"..."

Zheng Qi was silent.

[He is right. 】

The magic tome crawled on Zheng Qi's shoulder, staring at Osmandis.

[If you have passed Mordekaiser's trial and even obtained... then even an existence like Osmandis cannot compete with you.But that's the reality right now. 】

"..."

Zheng Qi raised his eyes and looked around.

Exactly as the grimoire says.

The power of reincarnation is hindered here.

If you want to compare it, it is like water and oil.

However, there are flaws in Osmandis' words.

"Hey."