Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

There will be about half a year before the last master of Chaldea, Fujimaru Tateka, will come to this singularity, so Hall plans to make some preparations in advance.

No, it can't be said to be preparation, just a boring pastime to pass the time.

Half a year was just spent on mastering the Summoning of King Solomon, which was snatched from the Demon God Pillar, and completing the spiritual seance subject that Hall had always wanted to study—the crown.

In the uninhabited desert, Hall used alchemy to refine a huge platform, on which was depicted a ritual circle dedicated to spiritualism, on which were placed materials collected by Hall on the road, some wood, and monsters collected on the road. Materials, some armor and weapons pulled from the dead, and the ether crystals that Hall casually refined.

Standing in front of the ritual circle, Hall rubbed his chin and muttered uncertainly: "There are not enough materials, so the magic power is used. The concept of using Solomon's summoning technique to fix the spirit body should be successful."

Hall stretched out his hand, his skin lit up with light blue light lines, and the magic power flowed from the magic circuit in his arm and injected into the magic circle of the spirit seance ceremony.

Hall solemnly chanted the summoning spell: "The spirit who once ruled the sky, responded to the contract's call, manifested itself, bound the spirit of speech, seven days as a wheel, respond!"

呲味~

The ritual circle suddenly lit up, and all the materials placed in the ritual circle trembled violently and merged into the white light.

A high-pitched hiss resounded through the desert, and when the white light caused by the magic power disappeared completely, the spirit body summoned by Hall was revealed.

With a dragon head and a horse body, with armor as its body and gemstones as its pupils, its body is burning with light blue magic power, and it looks like a mighty horse.

"not bad."

Hall nodded in satisfaction, fixed the dragon's spirit body in a body made of a pile of ordinary materials, and created an artificial phantom beast under his control for seven days.

The man-made phantom beast with a height of at least two meters came to Hall and bowed its head obediently.

Hall tapped its head with his fingers, making a clear sound of hitting metal: "If you perform well, I can consider extending your existence time."

The artificial Eudemons stomped their hooves with joy upon hearing the words.

With the means of transportation, the journey is much easier.

The strength of the man-made Eudemons is equivalent to that of a low-level servant. In terms of panel attributes, only agility maintains an excellent value of A+, and the rest is ordinary. It is a dragon spirit, which itself has the ability to deter monsters and fly.

Hall flew in the sky on a man-made phantom beast for about half an hour, and when he came to the mountains with strange rocks, the wind elemental spirit in charge of collecting information blew back, mischievously wrapped around Hall's body and made noise for a while. He lifted up his clothes, blowing his hair for a while, and rubbing Hall's face for a while.

"Okay~ okay, what do you find?" Hall fixed the wind elemental spirit with his magic eyes, and stretched out his hand to poke its body.

The wind elemental spirit became obedient all of a sudden, wrapped around Hall's neck like a real entity, and reported that he had found a human-inhabited village on the plain south of the mountain.

Although the village cleverly hid itself using the mountains as a cover, it was still impossible to hide it from the elemental elves.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Hall landed at the foot of a deserted mountain.

The man-made phantom shook its head, the blue flames burning on its body soared, but its size quickly shrunk to the size of a keychain, condensed into crystals and burrowed into Hall's pocket.

Hall searched for a path to go up the mountain, and over the mountain was the East Village, a closed village. Before the Lion King came to this world, there was nothing special about it. The villagers were all refugees who left the Holy Land for various reasons.

Walking to the mountainside, Hall stopped and looked at a rock with bright eyes.

Although it is very mysteriously hidden, a magician can still see traces of magic power, which should be Assassin's [Aura Masking].

Huoran said in a loud voice, "Since you have come to welcome me, why don't you come out openly?"

There was silence and no response.

Hall didn't mind either, he smiled and prepared to move on.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Three black shadows shot out from the darkness with a speed like bullets, making a slight howl.

Hall didn't dodge, and the magic eye saw that the three black shadows were three strange black blades, like knives but without the handle.

The dagger should not be designed as a melee weapon, the real use is the throwing knife.

Sure enough it was Assassin.

Meeting an old friend, Hall felt complicated emotions. Although the visitor was not Hassan, the similar dress was enough to evoke Hall's previous memories.

The magic eye saw through the flight paths of the three small knives, brushed past Hall, and nailed them into the rock behind. The huge force poured into the flying knives either smashed the rock or cut out spider web-like cracks.

A gloomy and hoarse voice came from the darkness: "Get out of here, outsider."

"why?"

"Outsiders are not welcome here. No matter what purpose you have for coming here, this is just a place where people with difficulties live together."

Hall smiled and said, "I'm having a hard time right now, I can't find a place to live."

"If you are stubborn and don't realize it, don't blame me for being cruel."

"I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to find a quiet place to live for a while, this village is very suitable."

"Hmph, people can't judge the heart of jackals."

"Well, you are the guardian of this village, if I can defeat you, am I eligible to settle here?"

"Hehe, interesting, are you declaring war on me? Or are you a spy of the Crusaders? Once I accept it, the nature of this matter will be completely different. I have sufficient reasons to kill you here."

"I have no problem." Hall shrugged.

As the words fell, the black shadow leaped out from the darkness. His body was as light and fast as a ghost, unfettered by gravity, and he had passed many obstacles in the blink of an eye. A tiny cold light flew out from under his black cloak, Pointing to Hall's heart.

Worthy of being the Old Man of the Mountain, the origin of the name Assassin, Shadow is even faster than the Knights of the Round Table.

If it was the Assassin of the Holy Grail War, it probably would not have such strength, but this is the Holy Land, the hometown of Assassin, where all the old people in the mountains can enjoy the bonus of locality and popularity.

Huh?

When the dagger was about to pierce Hall's heart, the shadow suddenly retreated and landed on a rock, and the eyes under the skull mask gleamed strangely as he looked at Hall.

It wasn't that Hall fought back, nor was he showing mercy. This knife was intended to be a test, but it was surprisingly easy to take Hall's life.

The mountain old man from Assassin was cautious by nature. If he could take Hall's life so easily, he would not miss this chance. If this was a trap set by Hall, he might never return.

The old man in the mountain said sinisterly: "Do you only have the ability to show off your words? If I hadn't stopped just now, this dagger would have pierced your heart. Outsider, I will give you another advice. Get out of here, and I won't give you any advice." A third chance for the same goal."

Hall looked at his deformed arm with a smile: "No need? That's the arm that belongs to the devil."

"You...recognize my cursed arm, you really are not an ordinary person."

"Each each other."

"This arm will only be used when facing a strong enemy. Let me test whether you have the qualifications."

The old man in the mountain showed his left hand hidden under his cloak, with three black daggers clasped between his five fingers. His arm was like a whip, and he swiped it out quickly.

Swish swish!

The black dagger tore through the air and made a piercing cry, but before it hit Hall, his body fell like light black smoke onto another rock, and continued to throw the black dagger.

The old man in the mountain really regarded Hall as an opponent, the stronger the enemy, the more he needed to test.

Hall didn't even bother to dodge, and communicated with the wind elemental spirit.

Ding Ding Ding!

Sparks shot out, and all the black daggers shot at Hall from different angles were shot down by invisible forces.

The gust of wind surged and gathered into an invisible barrier to cover Hall, and Hall's figure became blurred.

"Wind!? You can control the power of wind, a heretical magician!"

The old man in the mountain looked shocked and jumped between the rocks. Suddenly he saw a wind blade thrown out from the hurricane barrier, as if he already knew the trajectory of his movement and accurately aimed at his neck.

The old man in the mountain drew out his black dagger with his left hand and faced the wind blade.

Klang Keng!

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and the body of the old man in the mountain fell to the ground by a few centimeters, and the black blade in his hand was already deformed.

What a great power!

The old man in the mountain had cold eyes, staring at the abnormal hurricane in front of him, thinking about it.

If it is wind!No matter how powerful it is, it cannot pose a threat to him.

boom!boom!

Another blade of wind spilled from the hurricane, and cut off the rock near the old man in the mountain.

The old man in the mountain calmly calculated the trajectory of the wind blade, and chanted the sacred mantra: "Down from the disaster, protect my body."

Within the hurricane, Hall's magic eyes kept paying attention to the movements of the old man in the mountain, and smiled knowingly when he saw him chanting the mantra.

[Protection from the wind], rank A, a spell to protect oneself from the disaster of this demon god by offering prayers to the gods together with the spell.

The old man in the mountain jumped from behind the rock, dodged the blow of the wind blade, and rushed towards the hurricane barrier like a moth to a flame.

Hall snickered in his heart: "I guess if I didn't know that the old man in the mountain has [protection from the wind], he would have been caught off guard by this kind of surprise attack."

The black shadow submerged into the hurricane. In an instant, all the wind elements were pushed away by a mysterious force. The old man in the mountain was like a stubborn stone in the running water. No matter how strong the current was, he could not be harmed at all.

Turning into a shadow, revealing his murderous intent.

"Death!"

The old man in the mountain didn't want to let go of this great opportunity. He already regarded Hall as a threat, and aimed his knife precisely at Hall's neck.

The old man in the mountain was very confident in his surprise attack, and he grasped the speed and timing very well. More importantly, he used [Protection from the Wind] to disrupt the enemy's defense.

Goo! ?

The shadow suddenly froze, and the blade of the black dagger was less than one centimeter away from Hall's neck.

The old man in the mountain could no longer go any further, his body was fixed in place and he couldn't move.

what happened?Why can't I move?

A great panic descended on the heart of the old man in the mountain, and his back was wet with cold sweat. He was clearly under control but he didn't know what happened. Apart from thinking, he couldn't even move a finger.

"Looking at your attire, you should be from the lineage of the old man in the mountains." Hall pretended to ask.

The old man in the mountain didn't answer, he couldn't even move his tongue.

This is the ability of the magic eye. Without A-level anti-magic power, Hall can turn it into stone with just one glance. The old man in the mountain can still keep thinking because Hall is merciless.

However, not without a turnaround.

The body of the old man in the mountain is fixed, and the arm of the demon god parasitic on his body will become more active.

The arm of the curse is the arm of the demon god Sunyi Tuo Nai, which inherits the spirit base of the demon god and has many magical functions. The most ingenious one developed by the old man in the mountain is the treasure [Delusion Heart Sound].

There was no need to keep his hands. The old man in the mountain didn't know if Hall would kill him in the next second.

Silently recite the mantra in your heart to liberate the true name of the Noble Phantasm: "Be overflowing with depression, Zabaniya! (Delusion Heart Sound)"

Hiss!

The long deformed arm tore the sealed bandage, and the scarlet arm of the demon god circled around Hall's body from a strange angle, grabbing Hall's heart.

Once touched, just to the extent that it was touched, the Demon God's Arm can directly crush Hall's heart by sensing the spell.

"interesting."

Before the Demon God's Arm was activated, Hall's Demonic Eye saw through its true colors.

Possessing a part of the spirit base of the demon god, if Hassan, the curse arm, is willing to sacrifice his own spirit base, and then after a series of complicated rituals, maybe he can really summon the legendary demon god.

But that's all. Even if the demon god Shayituo comes in full glory, he may not be a match for the Lion King.

"Now is not the age of the gods. There is no place for demon gods in a world ruled by humans."

Hall's right arm was overloaded with magic power, refined twice, compressed three times, and completed a project at the level of a great magic in an instant. Before the arm of the demon god touched his chest, he directly grabbed its wrist.

呲味味~!

A thick black smoke came out, but the arm of the demon god gradually withered and faded away.

The old man in the mountain looked at this scene in disbelief. He vaguely felt the terrifying power coming from Hall's arm. Until Hall let go of the demon's arm, his body also regained its ability to move.

The old man in the mountain stood up unsteadily, admitted with a wry smile, "I lost."

Chapter 322 East Village

"It's actually able to push Hassan, my cursed arm, to such an extent that the cursed arm can't hurt you at all."

"An outsider with great strength, a person from a foreign land, since the outcome has been decided, can you tell me your real purpose for setting foot on this barren land?"

The old man in the mountain who called himself Hassan the Curse Arm asked in a deep voice, and his attitude was much more friendly. Hall had the power to kill him but spared his life. At least he could confirm the fact that Hall had no ill intentions towards him or the village.

Hall didn't answer and asked instead: "You are a Servant, right? When were you summoned to this world?"

Hassan the Cursed Wrist was stunned for a moment, and met Hall's magic eye, which seemed to be able to see through all eyes.