Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

The eerie tranquility, the gloomy underground palace, the faint smell of blood, and the horror scene that makes people feel gloomy, this is where Caster chose to build the magic workshop, just like his aesthetics of dark wizards.

But at this moment, the wonderful artwork he has carefully constructed is being forcibly demolished.

The Magic Workshop aims to create a new different space and build endless murderous opportunities in a small space, but Caster's magic attainments are really too bad. Except for some magic traps and mechanisms, it relies more on a large number of water monsters as the main force. means of defense.

boom! boom! Rumble———

Thunder surged, and the golden giant hammer fell, spreading azure plasma on the ground.

The thunder light sprinted, and the snakes spread!

When the fragile water demon came into contact with the thunder light, its branches trembled wildly, the water vapor in its body evaporated, it withered into bark and fell down, and its resurrection ability was restrained.

Duke played the role of Berserker, a servant, and walked ahead with a pair of golden sledgehammers weighing 600 jin. Behind him was Lancelot, the master who had seen a ghost. Seeing Duke lifting weights lightly, exploding the magic trap, and smashing the water monster into small cakes, Lancelot didn't know what to say.

Lancelot: With all due respect, haven't you been hollowed out, why are you more energetic than me?

Duke: I don't have many advantages. My magic skills are mediocre, my mouth is stupid, and my brain is not flexible. I just have the strength!

Yusheng Ryunosuke was anxious like an ant on a hot pot at this moment, not because he was afraid of death, as an excellent murderer, he was always only curious about death, even if death was about to befall him.

Yusheng Ryunosuke is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die now, he doesn't really understand death, before he feels the truth, he feels unwilling to die like this.

"Caster, water monsters and traps are completely useless, Berserker is about to rush in, aren't you too calm?" Marshal Big Eyes looked as usual, still chanting the summoning spell calmly, which made Ryunosuke Yusheng a little bit crazy.

"Don't worry, if you really can't resist, no matter how much you worry about it, it's useless." After all, he was a soldier who had been a commander in his lifetime, Caster took his time and was not at all anxious because of the disadvantages of the battle.

"Hey, why don't you just give up like this? We're going to die, both of us will die!" Ryunosuke Yusheng couldn't complain, and Caster's heart was too big.

"No way, Berserker is too powerful. If I give me enough time to prepare, I can give him a big gift. But now, the attack is too sudden, and I have nothing to do right now."

"Don't just accept your fate like this, okay? Don't you still have unfulfilled dreams?" Yusheng Ryunosuke scratched his hair, he really didn't want to die.

"That's what you said, but Ryunosuke, what can you do to make me defeat Berserker?" Caster frowned, because his eyes were too big and his facial features were extremely discordant. This action made him look very ferocious.

In fact, Caster, like Ryunosuke Yusheng, was also unwilling. When he came to this jihad, he didn't have the opportunity to confide his heart to Joan of Arc. He only felt that the gods were so unfair to him.

Yusheng Ryunosuke was stunned for a moment, he had no idea at all, but when he saw the crystal ball next to Caster, he pointed at Lancelot behind Duke by mistake: "This man is the master, he was caught to threaten Berserker. "

Caster's eyes lit up: "Ryunosuke, you are right, this is a good idea!"

Under Caster's premeditated command, the water demon army launched a suicidal charge. Like a tidal wave, they slapped past one after another, blocking Duke and Lancelot, and purposely leading Lancelot Special to the last line of defense.

Duke was pushed out of the way of the attack, but seeing Lancelot enter the rear, the voice transmission let him continue, and the enemy was confused by their battle plan to conceal their identity.

Lancelot swung his sword more swiftly and fiercely. Caster's strength was far worse than he expected, so he decided to deal with the opponent quickly so as not to delay Duke's chance to win by sacrificing his life.

Swish!

The light blue transparent magic light curtain was shattered by the sharp sword, and Lancelot rushed to Caster covered in blood. There is no longer any water monster here, but he glanced at it and stopped due to extreme anger.

The corpses scattered all over the place were scattered around, and the dried blood was clinging to the ground tightly. Just looking at it, one could feel the smell of blood rushing towards one's face.

If it was just corpses, Lancelot had seen a lot during his lifetime, even young skeletons. The reason why he was deeply shocked was that these young corpses had all been decomposed. The scattered broken pieces, the hollowed-out chest cavity, and even a complete one could not be found.

Lancelot knew that man is a creature with a tendency to destroy. Fear and oppression will destroy the rational nerves and make human beings ugly and tyrannical. On the battlefield, such people are not uncommon. After experiencing the tightrope walk on the edge of life and death, soldiers will choose innocent people to vent, and make them feel that they are still alive through stronger stimulation.

But knights are noble and respected precisely because they prove that human beings are more than mean. On the blood-soaked battlefield, they uphold honor and arrogance, abandon fear and hatred, and live in a hell-like battlefield with a human attitude.

Lancelot didn't want to call himself a knight because of the stains in his life, but he never forgot his noble character. He couldn't stand Caster, a ghost who defiled human dignity.

"Damn you!" Lancelot's arm holding the sword trembled a little, and he was already extremely angry.

Caster's face was gloomy, and he grinned: "As the master, your talent is indeed outstanding, but facing the servants alone, I advise you..."

"Don't talk to me, you don't deserve it!" Lancelot interrupted Caster directly: "Your soul is disgustingly ugly, and every word you utter feels so dirty to my ears."

"Oh, why do you say that?" Standing at Caster, Ryunosuke Yuyu tilted his head and argued, "Compared to prolonging a worthless life, it is more meaningful to realize the whole of death. Caster and I are not killing, but creating."

While speaking, Ryunosuke Yusheng opened his hands, as if he was completing a sacred mission, and he couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face.

Lancelot was stunned. He thought Caster was a pervert, but he didn't expect his Master to give in. This was the first time he heard such sophistry. Under Caster's command, three or five water monsters rushed up from all sides, engulfed the shocked Lancelot, and easily wrapped him into a rice dumpling, leaving only his head outside.

If Lancelot is changed into Lancelot by magic, here is the book!

After capturing Berserker's Master, Caster was in a good mood, and walked up to Lancelot in three steps at a time, with a hint of resentment in his eyes: "In the past, I and you also believed that the world was full of hope, but then I Only then did I realize that it was just a trick of the gods to play with people’s hearts.”

Lancelot was disdainful in his heart, and people who are willing to degenerate always have reasons of one kind or another. Just as he was about to explode his magic power and break free from the shackles, a figure flashed across the field, and Duke rode the Nightmare Horse, teleporting behind Ryunosuke Yusheng.

"Ah! Caster, ah—"

The horse's hooves were raised high, and Ryunosuke Yusheng was trampled on the ground, and the cry for help turned into a scream.

Caster hurriedly took out the dagger from his arms, put it on Lancelot's neck, and shouted at Duke: "Berserker, don't hurt Ryunosuke, your master is in my hands!"

Duke was surprised by the tragedies around him, and when he heard this, he frowned and looked over: "Xiao Lan, what are you doing?"

"I'm so sorry, I just..."

"Okay, no need to explain, kill him quickly!"

Caster was confused by the simple conversation between the master and the servant, he looked at Lancelot, then at Duke: "Berserker, I'll say it again, return Ryunosuke to me quickly. We signed an armistice agreement, and I will also release your master."

Duke smiled grimly: "I'll give it back to you, you said it!"

A blast of cold air broke out, and Ryunosuke Yusheng, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, was frozen into an ice can. The front hooves of the nightmare horse jumped up and crushed the ice. The block of ice that froze his head rolled on the ground and stopped at Caster's feet.

"Ryunosuke——"

Caster shook his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground. He staggered and picked up the head on the ground, his eyes were blank on the spot.

Pooh!

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and bone rang in his ears, Caster only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and looked down to see the tip of the sword piercing through his heart. Looking at it again, Lancelot broke free from the shackles at some point, and put a thick armor on his body.

There was no trace of breath leaking out, but Caster could feel that Lancelot was a follower.

"How come, obviously all the servants have already appeared, who are you?" Caster's eyes widened, and he couldn't move any strength as death was approaching.

"My name is Lancelot, and I come to this Holy Grail War with the rank of Berserker!" Lancelot declared his name before Caster died with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

"The famous Knights of the Round Table...then..." Caster turned his head to look at Duke: "Then who are you?"

Duke smiled lightly, and took off the gauntlet armor, revealing the empty back of his hand, and then the red light lit up, and the blood-red Command Seal faintly emerged: "What do you think?"

Caster was stunned, his body turned into shiny powder and disappeared, and before he died, he was still muttering to himself: "My Joan of Arc, such a powerful enemy, can you defeat them?"

With Caster's death, the magic studio he arranged also dissipated, and the summoned water monsters rotted into mud. The breeze blew past, and the underground palace blew a little bit of blood.

After eliminating Caster and eliminating a pair of Master and Servant, Lancelot did not rejoice. When I think of the corpses around me that were still alive before, I feel that my heart is being pressed down by a boulder, so heavy that I can't breathe.

Duke rummaged around, found a crystal ball from a pile of magic tools made by Caster, closed his eyes to perceive it, and then put it away with a smile.

"Master, what are you doing?" Lancelot's temperament became more and more melancholy, and he began to question whether the Holy Grail War was necessary. If Caster had not been summoned by the Holy Grail, today's tragedy would not have happened.

"Oh, I just tried to summon dead souls, but I didn't find any. The souls of the little devils were all stored in this crystal ball by Caster. I'll go back and try, maybe I can save them." Duke blinked. , if their father doesn't mind the child bleeding other people's blood, they should be able to have a happy family.

Lancelot cheered up: "Is it possible to bring the dead back to life?"

"I don't know, I haven't successfully resurrected the dead, and changing the soul is also the soul of a living person."

"No matter what, you are a benevolent monarch. It is the greatest honor of Lancelot to be your servant and fight for you after his death." Lancelot threw off his armor and bowed at Duke's feet .

"Oh, then can you swing the sword at King Arthur for me now?"

"..."

"Okay, I won't force you either, you just need to remember the previous oath, capture Saber alive and show me the wind." Duke waved his hand very generously.

Listening to Duke's emphasis on this oath, Lancelot instinctively felt that something was wrong, and asked cautiously: "Master, who is the female Saber you are talking about?"

Duke's eyes flashed brightly: "I'm not very sure, but Caster has always called her Joan of Arc, so she must be that famous French village girl."

"So that's how it is..." Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief, and vowed: "Please rest assured, in the name of the king, I will definitely fulfill my oath!"

"Very good, very good!" Duke Yahuazi laughed.

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