Hey Timothy Grail

An old man in a dark overcoat with conspicuous scars on his face.

His eyes are closed, and he holds three black keys in each hand.

"Catch up after being injured, old guy from the Church of the Holy Church."

"Do not."

The old man denied.

He held the black keys in his hand, and his white hair fluttered in the wind, sweeping across the old man's cheek.

"This is the last time I will use my magic eyes to fight."

He opened his eyes.

Calabore's black keys galloped.

His fighting skills have reached a field that the opponent can't imitate at all. In terms of pure physical use, he even far exceeds Faker, who was born in ancient times.

"Quickly open!"

Faker faithfully obeyed Hartress' instructions.

Indeed, the sword was not touched.Calabor and Faker's bodies intertwined for a moment, and then separated again.

However, a few seconds later, Faker's sword was cut off.

"Ah, is that right? So it looks like this."

Calabore smiled.

It wasn't because Calabor's black keys were too sharp that the moment of snapping was delayed.There was a noticeable time lag between the confrontation between the two and the breaking of the sword.It's like a sped-up movie, altered beyond the timeline.

"It's bubbles."

The old priest made an indistinct sound.

His body slid towards Faker, not giving her a chance.It was a smooth approach as if the gap had been stolen.Karabo's footwork made it impossible for the servant who should have been far superior to him in terms of physical ability alone, and the black keys on both hands let out a low beep.

His opponents are not only followers.

The branches of the sons of Einnashe who had just arrived on the train—all were severed by the blade that had never touched it.

"Ah, that's right. That's it. The world is made of foam."

His voice and tone were nothing like the usual Carabor.

(...and Mr. Crabbe when manipulated.)

This situation is probably different from dual personality.

Probably something like Karabo's suppressed desires and impulses.

"Worthy of being a priest of the Church of the Holy Church, the fighting power is really amazing."

Fang Han seemed to think of the two equally powerful priests in the past, Fang Han said with emotion.

"So that's the case, no wonder it's a jewel-level magic eye, it's so powerful and unparalleled."

Hartley said with a smile.

"Hatteris—!"

Targeting that smile, Carabo jumped up on the roof.

The momentum is astonishing, like an abyss like a prison.

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"The shape of a star; the shape of the universe; the shape of a god; the shape of me.

The celestial body is the void; the void is the void; the void is the seat of God. "

The girl's clear singing echoed in the carriage.

The so-called magic, generally speaking, is a law that rewrites the world.

The longer the bar, the more depth it has.However, it is said that the limit that human beings can bear with this soul format is only about ten bars.With this as the boundary, it will be called an instant contract for the same reason.

Of course, the scale and stability of magic can be greatly improved through a long ritual, but from the perspective of quality, there is no room for improvement.This is the limit of so-called magic in modern times.

Normally, this is a big magic that takes several days to complete using the ritual field of the Astronomy Department (Animsfia).

And now, under Melvin's tuning, it finally took shape.The blood-spitting youth also put on an expression of ease, which shows how outstanding his skills are.

Yvette took the initiative to undertake the auxiliary task.

Based on the information collected by Mario's familiars, she carefully checked through her magic eyes and carefully integrated the focus of magic.I thought she was only an expert in magic eyes, but I didn't expect that she could also be comprehensive in terms of assistance.

Because of the teachings of El Melloi II? ?

The influence of the Lord not only allowed the students to develop their respective strengths, but also influenced them in terms of teamwork like this.Although there is still the deception between them that must exist in the Clock Tower, Eryu Mashu, but his teachings still connect these people together in some places.

Plus, there's the effect of Melvin's music.

His rhythm enhanced the effect of the magic seal.And the current tuning is especially aimed at magic done by multiple people.

Even a magus has a lot of redundant movements when running a magic seal or a magic circuit.If a single person does this, it will naturally result in greater waste when multiple people complete a spell together.And Melvin seems to be temporarily reconciling everyone's wavelength.

"...Yeah. That's it. I finally understand."

While the others were chanting, Olga Marie suddenly murmured to herself.

040 I became a ray of light

From the perspective of Olga Marie.

My own magic seems to be dancing.

The activated magic circuit received both large and small sources, and has now produced physical heat.That heat may burn the nerves of the jerky magician.

Now it's time to weave.

A glorious moment that belongs exclusively to Olga Marie.

Faker staggered a few steps.

A wound was cut diagonally on the armor of the female heroic spirit, and blood flowed down from her shoulder.

"Those magical eyes...can it match the first-level conceptual dress?"

Faker roared.

Of course, Fang Han's hand-to-hand combat is not inferior.

The holy sword projected with him contained the knight king's vowed will to win. Even if Fang Han drew an arc casually, it could exert enough power.

of course.

The old man from the Church of the Holy Church, with the blessing of the magic eye, even an ordinary knife can cause miracles.

This made Fang Han a little bit impressed, the jewel-level magic eye was so terrifying.

Not only that, but the old man's target at this time is neither a follower nor a son of Einnashe.

"It's you! You manipulated me! Hatteris!"

From the moment Faker knew where the passionate blade was pointing, there was no escape for her.

If the master is attacked, the servant must protect him.

Even if the opponent is an agent whose combat skills are vastly different from his, and his attacks come not only from the physical sharp blade in his hand, but also from the slash from the past.On the premise that the train is still running, the slashes deployed in the past will be thrown to the rear immediately, but it also means that the slashes deployed will change positions in a blink of an eye, and can even pose a threat to the servants.

Because the fact of the hit will surface from the past to the present, once it enters the range of the slash, neither spirit nor material can defend.Even if Faker's combat ability is far superior to that of a human being, he cannot completely avoid this attack, which can be called a double phenomenon.

However, despite being able to suppress Faker, there is still nothing that can be done against the son of Einnashe.Yaozhi seemed to remember Calabor's attack just now, and this time began to approach the rear train from the side.

at this time.

"—You guys, be careful not to be affected!"

It probably came from Olga Marie, a thought transmitted by a familiar.

In an instant, the stars shone in the night sky.

Corresponding to the magic power coming from the track of the train, the sky and the earth seem to be pulling each other, and the magic power is connected.If a poet had seen this scene, he might have described it as the kissing of a long-lost lover by the separated gods.

Afterwards, dozens of light guns descended from the sky.

Like a magic bullet of starlight.

The rays of light gathered as if in a round dance attacked together.Even the endlessly emerging demon branches of the son of Einnashe were destroyed in an instant, smashed to pieces, and destroyed with a howling sound.

"...Hahaha, it's really a big magic."

Fujimaru Tachika was almost dancing with joy.

As the next Lord of Astronomy (Animsfia), she performed such great magic that even the son of Einnashe could not bear it.

You are indeed the director of my Ka! ! v587! !

At the same time, the battle situation changed.

A large amount of dust drifted away, covering the night sky in a blink of an eye, and Faker, who distanced himself from his opponent, was chanting something.

"I'm here to pray. I'm here to pray."

The section passed into the ears made all the magicians feel the crisis in all the nerves in their bodies.

"nereide—"

"—Well, don't think about it!"

Matthew rushed past Calabor.