Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 449 Wind King Iron Hammer
Send a head?
Hassan, a petite man, turned cold and sneered while holding a scimitar:
"Stop bluffing, Berserker has already been eliminated, even if God comes today, he will not be able to save you!"

"Do it!" Another old man, Hassan, said sinisterly.

The two Hassans exuded terrifying murderous intent, and the cold aura made the temperature in the dark room drop a bit.

But before they could take any action, a burst of rhythmic footsteps sounded, step by step, as if hitting their hearts, making them stagnate.

Call ~
The wind howled, the surrounding light dimmed, the footsteps approached quickly, and an extremely oppressive aura came from behind, like a vortex that swallowed all souls.

"The gourd babies rescued Grandpa, and they came to deliver them one by one. Such kindness made me feel a little embarrassed."

The joking voice reverberated in the room. Ren was surrounded by a strange light like blue smoke, holding the invisible holy sword in his right hand, and resting his other hand on the thin Hassan's shoulder.

this-
The terrifying aura like a demon god oppressed everything around, and the air seemed to be stagnant. The two Hassans trembled and turned their heads with difficulty.

"You...you are Caster, and you are still alive, this...how is it possible?!"

The thin Hassan trembled all over and stammered. He glanced at the vigorous and powerful hand on his shoulder, and didn't dare to act rashly.

The corners of Ren's mouth curled up, with sarcasm: "I'm a dead set, I only know these few lines."

This is already the second time Hassan has asked a similar question.

Each personality of Hundred-faced Hassan is independent, and the memories between each other are not shared without exchanging information.

That's why they teamed up to deceive a certain unlucky guy and let him go to Yuansaka Mansion to give away his head on the first night.

"you……"

The thin Hassan was about to say something when a phantom appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could react, Ren's left hand instantly grabbed his neck!
The magic power that spread to the palm burst out immediately, the muscles in his arm suddenly exerted force, and his wrist snapped!
click~

The sound of bones and muscles breaking sounded, and Hassan's vertical head was crooked. Ren lifted his weak body and threw it in front of another old man, Hassan, like throwing garbage.

Hassan, who looked like an old man, bent his body and glanced at the corpse on the ground. His eyelids under the white skull mask twitched, and he took a deep breath.

Not to mention rescuing his companions, he didn't even react. What made him feel strange was that he didn't even feel a hint of murderous intent before the other party made a move.

He suddenly understood a little bit that the other party was also good at restraining breath, which was a different technique from "breath blocking", no wonder it was difficult to track down this Caster before.

"Don't be afraid, I've always respected the old and cared for the young, and I won't make things difficult for you." Ren looked at the remaining Hassan who was trembling, and suddenly grinned, "Old man, cut yourself off, so you won't suffer."

Hassan: "..."

Do you have any misunderstanding about respecting the old and loving the young?
At worst, Hassan suppressed the fear in his heart, and reprimanded him harshly:

"Impossible, don't deceive people too much! As the No.19 leader of the assassination sect who inherited the name of 'Hassan Sabah', we have always been the only ones who harvest other people's lives!"

"Hehe, Baimao Hassan, you rubbish bastard, you still have the nerve to boast that you are the 19th generation mountain old man, you are really ashamed to replace the first generation mountain old man.

Forget it, I'll kill you and clean up the house for his old man, lest you continue to embarrass yourself here! "

Ren sneered, and the invisible sword in his right hand trembled, bursting out with brilliant golden light, and the blade shone in the center of the whirlwind atmosphere.

"I fought with you!"

Seeing this, Hassan, who looked like an old man, uttered an unwilling roar, looking very tragic, and rushed forward with his sharp scimitar, slashing the blade at the enemy's neck.

"I just like people with iron heads, so let's see who is tougher." Ren swept forward with both hands of the sword, and imitated the tone of King Dumao and shouted, "The King of Wind Hammer!"

In order to protect the holy sword, the air mass compressed with ultra-high pressure was released from the invisible barrier──the roar burst out like a dragon flying into the sky!
boom!
There was a dull loud noise, and the ultra-high-pressure blast bomb condensed into a solid body hit Hassan!
The white skull mask shattered, and Hassan's body twisted and deformed in an instant. The bones and muscles made a toothache cracking sound, stirring together with the blood.

As if being slapped violently by an invisible giant hand, Hassan squeezed the airflow, flew backward like a cannonball, and hit a wall with a path.

puff!
Like a mosquito being slapped to death on the wall, a gorgeous blood flower also bloomed, and the wall buzzed and trembled.

After a while, Hassan's body stuck to the wall slowly slid down to the floor under the force of gravity.

"Yeah! This steady and powerful hit is simply amazing, comparable to a home run. Take a look, are there any other sand sculptures in the castle? I want to try again!"

Master Ren was in a very good mood. In the dark room, the howling breeze quickly reunited, wrapping the gorgeous golden sword body, and the holy sword became invisible again.

"This... seems to be gone, these are the last two Hassans." Kariya's eyelids twitched and the corners of his mouth twitched as he replied.

Poor Assassin, died a terrible death.

He glanced at the already inhuman corpse by the wall, and suddenly felt that his side was the villain.

No, maybe the wicked have their own grind.

"Gone."

Irisviel checked the crystal ball and confirmed that the Hassans who had invaded the castle had been wiped out.

She stared at Ren, who was holding a ball of "air" in his hand. She couldn't suppress her curiosity in her red pupils, and asked:

"Wu Ming, you...how come, like Saber, you also have this special treasure that can gather whirlwinds?"

"This is the Wind King enchantment. Strictly speaking, it's just a kind of magic. As a Caster, it's not surprising that you know this, right?"

With a smile on his face, Ren suddenly felt that Arturia's skills were too easy to use. He had already learned the light cannon and the wind king's enchantment, and he could also "release the magic power". Although he didn't have an intuition, he had a heart.

He can now be seen as a bootleg King Arthur.

"is it?"

Irisviel glanced at him suspiciously, and the woman's intuition told him that Wu Ming seemed to have just mastered this ability, so when did he...

'Wait, there is no need to disperse the Wind King enchantment, just leave it to me. '

With a flash of inspiration, Irisviel suddenly remembered what Caster said in the afternoon, and looked at him with a little surprise, not only the sword, but also the magic?

smart woman.

Ren noticed the sudden realization in Irisviel's eyes, and sighed, but the thing has already been obtained, so it's okay to be noticed.

Because the next treasure needed can only be snatched by force.

(End of this chapter)