foreigner's journey

Chapter 613 Cutting Hands ([-])

In this world, the Pavilion of the Spirit Tree.

The little witch Shirki absentmindedly wiped the oak round table, and occasionally glanced at Flora-sensei's back not far away.

At this time, Flora had completely recovered to her youthful beauty. She was wearing a solemn wizard robe and holding a long staff inlaid with sapphire. She stood on the open balcony facing the breeze, her eyes closed and her head slightly raised. Seems to be listening to something.

The teacher has become so young and beautiful, just like the fairy in fairy tales. I don't know if I can become a mature, beautiful and stable adult like the teacher in the future.

Shirki blushed as he looked at Flora, who adopted him and taught her to exist like her own mother, and then deflatedly touched her baby's fat face and her unremarkable chest.

Just as she was sighing to herself, she jumped up from the chair suddenly, with such force that she couldn't even stand still, and took two staggered steps to hold the round oak table to avoid falling to the ground.

In her spiritual vision perception, the overwhelming energy of the Netherworld is like a sea of ​​anger that has set off a huge wave, constantly impacting the narrow crack space where the Spiritual Tree Pavilion is located. They all trembled and dared not show up.

"Teacher! This, this!" Shirki screamed.

Flora didn't look back, but slowly opened her eyes, her eyes full of solemnity:

"That's right, it's [Great Netherworld Howl]. Only when the 'big man' located in the deepest part of the Netherworld dies will such terrifying supernatural phenomena be triggered..."

"You mean, [Hand of God]?" Shirki studied magic with Flora since he was a child. After Heather visited the Hall of Spiritual Trees, Flora taught him about the deepest part of the Netherworld for several years. The existence of [Hand of God] is naturally not unfamiliar.

Flora nodded, her tone mixed with caution, anxiety, and joy that her old friend was about to achieve her long-cherished wish:

"They are fighting. For the future of this world, to end the fate of mankind at the mercy of evil gods. And what we have to do is to ensure that the real world will not be affected by the aftermath of their battle and collapse."

As she said that, her eyes turned to the entrance of the secluded world in the distance, and she raised the gemstone long staff in her hand and slammed the end of the staff on the ground.

The huge and complicated magic circle spread rapidly around the Hall of Spirit Tree in an instant, covering the entire narrow crack space. The space that had been swept away by the Great Netherworld's whistle and began to disintegrate was stabilized again.As an 'anchor', the Hall of Spiritual Trees strives to reduce the impact of the Great Netherworld Howl on the real world.

Old friends, Mr. Heather, Miss Qi Shi, please be sure to completely defeat the hand of God and cut the thread of cause and effect leading to the dark future!

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Clang! !

A series of sparks collided between the blade and the bat wings, and the huge slash from King Arthur's holy sword cut the flesh and blood behind Fermont into a deep scarlet canyon, and countless blood and flesh spewed from the fractured surface into the rift. go.

Fermont's bat wings are by no means comparable to the hardness of steel, and even such a powerful slash has not left a trace on its bat wings.

Spreading the bat wings violently, the burly King Arthur flew away with his sword. Fermont, like a dark evil eagle with huge wings, swooped down from the air to catch up with King Arthur who hadn't landed yet.

Before he could get close, the long-handled battle axe and the two-handed axe slammed heavily towards Fermont from both sides, but were blocked by an invisible force field in front of Fermont.Kay Ching and Kahoris Ching's blows could even shatter the thick city wall directly, but they couldn't break through the small barrier that Fermont opened.

This is the most obvious power level gap, the difference between C-level and A-level.

Femont opened his five fingers and clenched them violently, and Kai Qing and Sir Jiahorisi were twisted into twists in an instant, including their armor and armor, and blood spurted out from the cracks.

Without any mourning or anger for the death of his comrades, Lancelot's slash from behind was still calm and deadly.The blade slashed heavily on Femont's back, and the blade shattered immediately, but the black carapace on Femont's back did not have any scars.

"I remember your arrogance, knight."

The corners of Fermont's mouth evoked a cruel arc, and he opened his five fingers with his backhand. Lancelot was immediately imprisoned by an invisible force, and he was pulled into the air in a large font:
"Unlike you at that time, I am very kind, and I can even offer you a choice - do you want to be twisted into a meatball, or do you want to have your limbs and head ripped off?"

"Eagle, you have become more boring than three years ago."

Without the expected scolding or begging for mercy, Lancelot's reaction was very flat, as if he was not the one who was about to die.

Fremont frowned slightly, clenching his fingers and twisting Lancelot directly into an iron lump that kept gushing blood.

These knights...have no fear of death?Is there really such a brave knight in the world?No, I don't believe it.

Raising his head suddenly, Femont raised his bat wings to block in front of him, and then a torrent of slashing strikes with green glow descended from the sky and slashed heavily on Femont's wings.The stream of light overflowed and flowed on the surface of the pitch-black batwing, failing to cause any injuries to Femont.

"You, the messenger of the will of the world can't hurt."

Fremont sneered and opened his fingers to King Arthur, gradually closing them.

The armor on the surface of King Arthur's body suddenly creaked and sparks burst out, and the holy sword in his hand continued to crack.

It's not that the [Knights of the Round Table] is not strong enough, but because the newly born Fremont is at the peak of his strength, unlike the other four hands of gods, which are weakened by the weakening of the god of the abyss.In addition, in the [Knights of the Round Table], except Galahad mixed a Noble Phantasm shield in the Holy Grail world, the weapons of others are all fakes condensed with magic power.If they can be equipped with weapons in the true sense, then the strength of the [Knights of the Round Table] is by no means comparable to the present.

But until now, the mission of the [Knights of the Round Table] has been completed.

Just as Fremont was about to clench his fingers completely, he suddenly raised his head alertly and looked into the distance.Another Hand of God Dies?Who is it, Ubik or Slan?

It is simply unthinkable that two hands of gods died in a row at the celebration feast of his own birth.Even Fermont, who had abandoned his humanity, could not help frowning at this time.

He turned his head and was about to completely crush the incomparably powerful enemy in front of him, but found that King Arthur's whole body exuded crystal clear thoughts gradually dissipating, leaving only one sentence that echoed in Fermont's ears:

"Oh, next your opponent is no longer our Knights of the Round Table, prepare for the real terror."

Um?What's the meaning?Before Fermont could react, an extreme sense of panic suddenly appeared in his mind, as if some [natural enemy] was approaching.

In the sky, Heather, who was covered in Berserker armor, slowly flew down, his scarlet eyes looked at Fremont, and a joking sound came from behind the helmet:

"Long time no see, Eagle."

"It's you……"

For the first time, Fermont clenched his fists tightly and said word by word from between his teeth:

"wizard!"

(End of this chapter)