Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

It's a pity that the body of the heroic spirit is formed by magic power, and the blood in the body is also the product of almost endless magic power condensation. As long as the master provides enough magic power, such injuries are meaningless.

And at this moment, a deep singing sound resounded from the dense forest.

"Use orders to command—"

"Archer, rider, come back to me quickly!"

Familiar and unfamiliar voices echoed in the dense forest. With the emergence of magic power, two bright red command spells shot from a distance, and were instantly imprinted on the bodies of the two heroic spirits.

In the blink of an eye, Achilles, who was wrestling with Astolfo, and Atalanta, who was nearly killed by Jack the Ripper, suddenly disappeared into the dense forest. It is also unexpected that a war belonging to the heroic spirits broke out here.

On the other side, in the castle of the Tree of Thousand Worlds family, Fiore sat in her bedroom, admiring the 'drama' in the crystal ball in front of her.

The silver-haired android boy is barely supporting his body, walking staggeringly in the castle, as if he wants to leave the magician's large workshop.

However, the heroic spirit named Avis Bron has already issued an order to all the guards to hunt down and kill the man-made boy under the guise of Danic's order.

Ever since, as the figures of soldiers passed by and Avis Bron approached, the android boy was gradually surrounded.

"Really, do you want to go to the rescue?" Fiore pouted with a playful smile, her face full of girlish coquettish anger.

However, at this moment, black figures suddenly appeared behind her. Those figures were holding various magic dresses, and their bodies were covered with magic circuits and engravings.

The products accumulated by these black muds all come from the magicians (bged) who were casually killed by Fiore. They bowed solemnly to Fiore who was rolling on the couch, and then all collapsed , turning into mud all over the floor and rushing out the door...

"Really, His Majesty's orders can't be turned a blind eye. Boy, you can hold on for a while, they will comfort that idiot Avis Bron."

While talking, Fiore waved her hand, and prosthetic hands made of steel appeared in the sky, and accompanied Fiore to the opera house in the center of the castle.

There, she will announce the results of the first decisive battle and consolidate her position as the Patriarch of the Thousand Boundary Tree Clan.

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"It's really boring. Those magicians are really boring." Lying on the soft sofa, Gilgamesh held up the clear crystal glass. The precious and luxurious wine glass was filled with fine wine as clear as amber.

The scarlet wine swayed like fresh blood, and the mellow aroma overflowing from it was enough to make anyone intoxicated. The fine wine from the sixteenth century satisfied Gilgamesh.

However, although good wine is indispensable in the life of a monarch, it is by no means the most precious thing.

"Boring magicians are not qualified to be by my king's side."

While speaking, Gilgamesh whimpered with anger.

It was a rather pretty woman, who looked extremely mature, wearing a snow-white dress of the Thousand Worlds Tree family, while being noble and elegant, she also carried a sense of mystery that belonged to magicians.

It's a pity that that plump woman like a ripe peach is an out-and-out bitch, she has no intention of keeping herself clean, and likes to kill cute boys on the couch.

No matter what, this woman definitely did not conform to Gilgamesh's aesthetics. No matter how beautiful the outside was, the inside was so rotten that she couldn't look directly at it.

Even if she was killed casually, she would feel dirty, and it made Gilgamesh nauseous when she was in front of him. Just because she was lying on the carpet, Gilgamesh felt that the wine in the glass was full of inferior smell.

Such a despicable, cheap, and disgusting guy, the King of Heroes didn't even have the desire to kill her.

In the Tree of Thousand Worlds family, she is called 'Selenike Eskel'. As a member of Tree of Thousand Worlds, she is proficient in black magic and is extremely powerful, although she is definitely not a first-class powerhouse. , but among the magicians who enshrined and offered sacrifices, they were quite prestigious.

But that's all.

"Kill it." Gilgamesh said lightly, and Frankenstein, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly got up, materialized a long-handled round hammer surrounded by a silver snake, and killed Selenekai.

"Bah—" Gilgamesh, who had just put his head on Frankenstein's lap, directly enjoyed the feeling of patting his head on the sofa, curled his lips and left the palace full of burnt smell.

"Really, why does every murder have to be so bloody, Frankenstein."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where is the blood!"

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Chapter 610 Four Magic Base Kabbalah (seeking a reward)

Looking at the charred corpse in front of him, the corpse was not a simple charred corpse, but it seemed to be crushed by a huge force, and then burst open like a berry.

The blood that was supposed to be scarlet quickly gasified and even carbonized under Frankenstein's attack, completely destroying the bright red handmade carpet.

Of course, compared to this carpet, the corpse of the black mage Selenekai should be more precious. After all, the so-called "Necromancer" Shishijie Jieli relied on this... Get rich.

However, both Gilgamesh and Frankenstein were disgusted with the pool of black charred corpses on the ground. They frowned and left the room filled with the smell of scorching, and headed towards the palace in the center of the castle. walk.

But at this moment, in the corner of the castle, there was a strong wave of magic power.

That is the power of the heroic spirit, and it comes from the caster Avis Bron, only the magician's 'magic base' comes from the unique system of 'Kabbala', and the magic fluctuation itself is even more unique.

"Damn rubbish, it's really disturbing the king's interest."

Feeling the unique magical power, Gilgamesh rushed to that corner without any hesitation.

Apparently, he knew very well that among the Tree of Thousand Worlds family, the only one worthy of Avisbron's full strength, apart from those heroic spirits and masters who were still in the dense forest outside the castle, was Miss Fiore.

"It's really not well-behaved. Compared to you, she is really a problematic girl."

Vigorously messing up Frankenstein's short light pink hair, Gilgamesh happily walked towards the place where the magic wave came from.

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"Damn! What is this! A golem I don't know about? No, it's much more dangerous than that!"

Looking at the dense black figures in front of him, Avisbron also felt powerless in his heart.

Those black shadows all have the strength of a classic magician, which is too weak for a heroic spirit to be too lazy to attack.

However, the premise is an ordinary heroic spirit, and Avis Bron is obviously not in the category of "general".

He is an outlier in the caster, whether it is building a magic workshop, making special magic dresses, or even burying enemies with magic missiles, he doesn't know all of these things.

Yes, he has no positive combat power at all, and even compared to ordinary magicians of the color position, except for the high mystery of being the body of a heroic spirit, he has no advantages, and is even inferior in output and defense.

As a result, facing so many black shadows, he didn't even have the strength to fight back. Although he was driving eight 'rare golems', he was not a black mud magician who could turn his body into shadows at all. is hindered.

He may be killed by these black mud magicians at any time, which is really a great shame for Avis Bron, who is a heroic spirit!

"Damn it! Where did these guys come from!" Avis Bron, who had always been calm, felt aggrieved by his anger at this moment.

He can't kill these black mud magicians at all. Even if these guys are hit by the steel fist of the rare golem that weighs several tons, and the black sludge is scattered on the ground, they will reorganize again in the blink of an eye. There is no injury at all, and even the consumption of magic power is minimal.

Perhaps for those heroic spirits with strong output capabilities, these mere magicians are not worth mentioning at all.

But for Avisbron, it was a natural disaster. He had to guard a corner and rely on the master's technique to ensure that the shadows would not approach.

Such aggrievedness is really an unspeakable torture for Avis Bron, who is accustomed to domineering and domineering, especially when the "heart" man-made man he valued was taken away, it made Avi Sbron felt quite angry.