The Endless Shuttle

The only consolation is that the huge sound and fire erupted before the workshop was destroyed. When most people in the city were attracted by the burning mountain, few people noticed Tama on Weiyuanchuan's side. Shizuku Hotel, this also means that there will be no irrelevant people to disturb the battle in a short time.

Not far from the hotel, below the river bank, the remnants of Clnoe's brigade gathered.

A female magus supported Lorelia. Marshal Mo Dao was injured by the aftermath of the explosion just now. Under the terrible driving force, tearing up the protection of wind magic is no easier than tearing up a piece of paper. Although she has already done emergency treatment, it will be very difficult in a short time There is no more fighting power.

"Your Excellency Barthamelo, you need a more comprehensive treatment, just relying on healing magic..."

"None of that matters!"

In the agony, Lorelia's tone was quite rough.

She pushed the female magician away and stood up.

"Spread out! Use a team of three to monitor the center of the explosion, and report to me whenever you see a vision. If you find a black-haired male, don't act rashly... eh!"

"Player, I suggest you stop moving around and take a rest for a while."

Contrary to Lorelia's eager attitude, Nero sat very relaxed on the stone slab by the river. She had a beautiful figure like a crimson Venus under the moonlight, and she was so beautiful.

Unlike the conservative Artoria, Nero, who has a similar appearance, does not hide his feminine side at all, and is even proud of it.

"We have already done everything we can. The liberation of the treasure, the creation of the positions, and the superiority in numbers. If we can't kill him like this, it's hard for Yu to think of any other good way."

"So, Caster, do you mean that if he is not dead, we will just catch him and wait for death?"

"Of course not." Nero looked at the starry sky, and said in a flat tone: "Does the performer still have a command spell? When that kind of thing really happens, use it as an increase for the rest. Anyway, it's just the end of the battle. Yu has long been used to it. Although the elegy of the failure of the challenge is regrettable, it has enough "artistic" feeling, which is not bad. "

She was already a dead person, and she came to the world as a servant, pursuing her own wish. Even if the enemy is too strong to make people hopeless, Nero will not discredit the crown of "Roman Emperor" and fight to the death.

The only thing that could defeat her psychologically was the indifference and spurn of the Roman citizens that evening.

The others are not worth mentioning at all.

Hearing what Nero said, Lorelia's expression froze for a moment, and then she felt relieved.

"Indeed..."

The awareness of death, she has had it since she made the decision to face the gods.

Lorelia touched her collarbone, which was the location of the thousand-year-old magic engraving of the Barthemero family.

...If the situation really develops to the worst, I hope I can have a complete body by then. In this way, the honor of the Barthemero family would not be lost in his own hands.

As time went by, while the magic was healing Lorelia's body, it was also constantly mobilizing her vitality, making her weaker and almost drowsy.

"Marshal...Your Excellency..."

"!"

Lorelia was awakened by a sudden weak voice, she stood up abruptly, and looked behind her.

On the body of the subordinate she sent out just now, black spots that should not have existed adorned the skin. His pupils were bloodshot, and he walked towards Lorelia with slow steps.

But unfortunately, the diseased left leg can't support him to cross this last distance. The torment of the virus has made the magician reach his limit.

— Plop.

After a muffled sound, he fell to the ground and said in a weak voice.

"...skeletons...vines...don't touch those vines...they are very poisonous...your Excellency Marshal...please save me...God..."

Before the sporadic words were finished, the magician took his last breath.

When Lorelia came back to her senses and wanted to touch the dead magician, Nero tightly grasped the half-stretched hand.

"Don't touch it, it was poisoned." Nero explained.

Lorelia was silent for a while, then sighed in frustration.

"... Didn't it work?"

"Um."

Crimson's magic gathers, and Nero takes up her beloved sword Primordial Fire again.

"Even if Yu was in his heyday, he couldn't guarantee to survive such an explosion. I didn't expect to be able to launch a counterattack... Guys who can be called gods are really exaggerated."

The person sent out to observe was killed in such a strange way, and there is probably no one else except the black-haired god whose depth is still unknown.

This also represents the complete failure of Lorelia and Nero.

- The worst has come.

"I have done so much, even surpassed my limit, but the final result is still no miracle..."

"Are you going to run away, musician?"

Nero tilted his head, looking at the Sufa woman.

"For the sake of getting along well, Yu can try his best to block that terrifying military god for Qing, so that the performer can have time to completely complete this city... Be careful!"

Just as the Empress of Rome was halfway through her words, Lorelia was suddenly pushed back.

What followed was a loud bang of metallic clinking.

"Just after saying "I can't even hurt me", he gave me a big gift. You did a pretty good job, and I am a little impressed with you. "

"Welleslana... Rope..."

With some difficulty, Lorelia read out the name that became her nightmare.

On the river bank, a familiar black-haired youth stood there, his clothes clean as new. But at the neckline, a scar that is constantly recovering can be clearly seen. Under the high anti-magic power and the man of steel, even a closed magic power blast would only do that much damage to him.

However, to Nero at this moment, what is eye-catching is not the god, but another existence standing beside him.

It has a strange skeleton human form, and the scarlet eye sockets are filled with cold and biting malice. The white vines that grew from it were as hard as metal, piercing Nero's sword fiercely.

"hateful……"

The girl gritted her teeth, struggling to sustain the primordial fire.

Losing the blessing of the Tower of Babel, her muscular strength has returned to the mediocre "D" level, and she can't support her weak body in battle at all, and the hidden headache prevents her from activating the "Golden Theater of Praise".

The leak in the house coincided with the continuous night rain, which is what I was talking about.

Just when Nero was about to forcibly burn the annoying vine with "magic power release", she was nailed to the ground with the slight sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.

"... Woo!" Nero spat out a mouthful of blood.