Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

"Are the people in the consortium monsters?"

When Roland appeared, Bell spit out his thoughts blankly.

She knew how powerful the 60-kilogram gunpowder exploded. Although it was not enough to completely turn that person into slag, there was nothing wrong with letting him fill the ground. It wasn’t that a monster who was alive and surrendered to her in front of the explosion.

"Only this sentence doesn't want you to say so..."

Roland smiled softly.

"Sister Bell, can you please let us take Prince Shire away? I am a pacifist, and for me, it is my greatest wish to let things end peacefully."

"Brother Roland, is your faith peaceful? No matter how peaceful it is?"

The tone is still cold, and it sounds almost ridiculous.

"Peace is indeed a very good vocabulary, but it also includes the definition of plural. The peace obtained by defeating the enemy is as delicious as the wine. After the defeat, the peace given by the enemy is more bitter than the soup. The same is peace, but it has a decisive Contrary to the meaning, I believe Brother Roland also understands this point?"

Roland nodded silently, and he already understood what Bell wanted to express, and there was anxiety.

"Since this is--"

The sound became colder, and the six long blades that made up the sacred cross became more aggressive.

"The peace achieved by heretics and heretics is something that pure believers like me are absolutely unacceptable."

"Really dare to say."

The spider chuckled.

"The church has reached a number of armistice agreements with the Principality in the past, and no one is going to die or live. In the final analysis, I still worry about the growth of the Albian church, which threatens my own interests. What I believe is cheap. Excuse."

This world is not without fanatics who are fighting for faith. For the **** of faith, the madman who sacrifices everything for the "right idea" exists anywhere in any era. But in the eyes of spiders, beliefs and ideas are just catalysts and excuses for promoting war, and only benefits are the root cause of war.

Maybe Bell is convinced of what she just said, but in fact no one except her herself would take this kind of thing seriously.

"Pure believers must fight if they are dissatisfied? Fight for the gods? There should be a limit to saying stupid things. The kind that requires sons to be sacrificed. The brothers are deliberately fighting. The **** who encouraged the Holocaust will allow peace? Your mind Is it all poop?"

At the same time as preaching, the spider silk made several barriers, blocking the 6 key blades thrown with all strength.

Jump back and forth between the ceiling and beams. Avoid the spider silk. Bell pulled the keyblade from the vest.

Based on the statement just made. It was enough to convict this woman, not to mention that from the moment of meeting, Bell and the spider were aware that they could not get along with each other. Or that they are not good for each other.

Most of them are similar.

Leaving such a feeling, the spider fought full of spirit, and each spider silk became an extension of the hands and feet, spreading and dancing in the air, weaving a deadly net, and striking the oncoming Bell.

The key blade of the heretic interrogator is a magic weapon that condenses Mana. In order to combine the requirements of waving combat, throwing attack, and portability, the sword handle is made very small. As a result, the power is not bad but it is very difficult to use. Only masters with both talent and perseverance can use them handily, and these masters can exert their power to the extreme, and there are very few. Such a rare master is constantly avoiding various traps and approaching spiders.

Suddenly, Bell suddenly turned around, and the three key blades flew like boomerangs, but the track pointed directly at Prince Shire lying on the ground and Roland rushing past.

With a grunt, the spider's fingers swayed at a dazzling high speed, and hundreds of spider silks twisted into a strand, which was fired like a bow and arrow.

That was the action done between the electric light and the flint, but after all, it was already a step slower.

Just before the expression was distorted by fear and surprise, sparks and gunshots bloomed in the air, and the key blade that was hit by the tip deviated greatly from the original trajectory and plunged deep into the straw stack.

A puff of blue smoke came from the muzzle of the automatic pistol. Roland hugged Shire steadily and ran towards the door. The three key blades that stabbed at the back were wrapped in silk and stopped in midair.

"Sorry."

When he rushed out of the door, the teenager's face turned sideways, with a sad amethyst eye pupil, as if to see through the bottom of Bell's heart, like a girl who was attacked, the action of the heretic interrogator stiffened for a moment.

The next moment, Bell, who had been calm, growled.

"You love evil better than good, and you lie, you don't like to say justice!"

"Treacherous tongue, you love to say everything that destroys!" (Psalm 52:3546)

The words expressing indignation in the words of the gods were left behind, and Roland released a tiny wind blade to cut off the rope on Shire's body.

"Big Brother of Women!"

Shire, who was free, just opened his mouth, and Roland almost fell to the ground.

As he nearly threw the street, the door of the warehouse shattered with a loud noise, and four looks kicked the door and rushed in.

(Are there any reinforcements!)

Roland immediately thought of Bell's words just now. It turned out that it was not an extension of the Word of God to rebuke him, but a code to summon the purifier.

Before the feet landed, the purifiers had confirmed the attack target and turned into the attack state. The moment the pieces of wood fell to the ground, things would end.

Four pairs of eyes locked Roland who was about to take a pose in midair.

——Confirm the designated heresy e17 and begin to clear.

The four killing machines did not make a sound, nor exchanged glances, and highly synchronized thinking simultaneously reached a conclusion.

4 chakras fired.

The perfect simultaneous attack, the ring-shaped blade builds a cage that closes Roland front, back, left, and right. The four purifiers waved the remaining battle wheel and stood close. No matter which direction Roland moved, there were war wheels waiting for him. Even if he can shoot down one or two battle wheels with that continuous shooter, he will also have flaws due to his busy hands and feet, and now it is too late to chant.

Hiss--

The cloth flew in the air.

The hand-crafted coat flew the war wheel, and Roland continued to beat the purifiers with his whip wiping skills. Unexpectedly, the humanoid Shura were all hit and hit the wall.

As soon as they landed, the purifiers bounced up, grabbed the battle wheel that flew back like a boomerang, and surrounded Roland.

Can't give the magician a chance to chant, this is common sense in combat, on the other hand-

"Big brother, blood...!!!"

There was a frightened figure of the child beside him, and the wounds on the waist and abdomen that had been treated urgently again came with severe pain. As if the iron had ripped open the flesh. The bones are roasted, which is enough to make people faint.

The blood had penetrated the bandage and smudged on the surface of the underwear.

The moment the bomb detonated, because the induction frame was synchronized with thinking. When aware of the killing intent from a distance. The barrier was activated naturally. But the rush to complete the surgery is not enough to completely offset the power of the explosion. A piece of wood pierced the flanks. After the chaos generated by the explosion left the scene, it was dealt with immediately.

It should be said that very lucky, the debris did not affect the internal organs. The removal was also very smooth, the wound was sealed with a "barrier", and after re-bundling it was still able to move. But those who want to rely on this injured body to hold the purifiers are absolutely impossible.

"eliminate."

The four voices overlapped, and octopus-like hands and feet synchronously gathered up.

Strongly holding back the pain, Roland withdrew the hilt and waved the beam sword to split the chakra, and from time to time picked up Xiaertenuo to dodge, but under continuous blood loss, he could not completely flicker after all, and the two chakras rubbed their cheeks and shoulders respectively. After a second or two, blood beads slowly emerged along the incision.

The situation is really unfavorable.

Even if he is fighting alone, Roland can still be dealt with even if he is injured, but the synchronized coordination of the four people makes up for the lack of single combat power. The action that is not bad is even more so that Roland is in a hurry, as if he is not playing against four people, but Challenge an octopus holding a sword.

"...I heard that in addition to the heretic interrogator, there is another assassination force in the church, but not only the movements, but also the same face, it is really uncomfortable to see."

I wonder if it was blood loss or emotion, Roland's voice was slightly weak.

Except for the wounds in the abdomen, there were small knife wounds all over his body, but despite the continued blood loss, his expression did not die.

He has roughly mastered the mystery of the four-person combination.

As long as the action pattern is consistent, it is easy to defend once you get used to it. In order to overcome this weakness, unify appearance, height, dress, weapons, skills, etc., and confuse the enemy in continuous attacks, let the other party fall into the illusion of not knowing how many enemies they are fighting with, and eventually collapse due to fatigue. .

It is a little more tedious, but it is an effective tactic.

Waving the war wheel, the killing machines of the church chanted loudly, and the encircling circle was formed again.

"The ground is filthy by the residents above it."

"Because they have broken the law, they have abolished the law, and have broken the eternal covenant." (Isaiah 24:5)

The solemn voices of the purifiers echoed, and the oracle was read solemnly, and the voice turned, and the expressionless face spit out a happy tone.

"I don't wait to swear, don't break the contract, and because the faith is one, faith is the only perfect bond."

In their minds, the concept of "companion" does not exist.

They are each other's avatars, and they are each other's hands and feet, so they can use unmatched strength, skills, and thinking to start actions without deliberate communication and discussion, just like ordinary people do not need to observe the movements of their hands and feet.

That is exactly-the perfect bond.

Shire, who hugged Roland, could not help but have such feelings, ensuing envy, not his envy.

Never-ending connections.

There is no betrayal, no loneliness, no despair, no doubt...I believe that the other party believes in himself as much as I believe, there is no more perfect form of **** in this world.

In a trance, Shire breathed out gaspingly, staring at the purifiers intently.

"...How can that kind of thing be a fetter!"

Every movement brings tear-like pain, the bright red between the waist and abdomen has been dyed to the trouser legs, as a matter of fact, he should even save the strength of speaking. But Roland refuted loudly.

"Indeed, your cooperation is very good. Until now, I can't find a counterattack...but can it be a fetter?"

Shir shuddered all over his body, and Roland did not speak towards him. But looking at the **** profile, Roland's refutation hit his heart.

"Don't joke! You just stopped thinking because you were afraid of being hurt or betrayed, and rejected everything with faith!"

It seemed like an outrageous behavior towards the church, a toughness against Bell, and a roar to the gloom brought by all unreasonableness, and a juvenile growl like a beast.

The faces of the purifiers were still lifeless, but for a moment, Shire felt their movements stiffen.

Roland slammed open the ground and pounced on the cleanser nearest him. Fear of the power of the beam sword. The purifier retreated backwards at full speed, but it was too late.

With a bang, the battle wheel was divided into two, and the red metal block was thrown away in a panic. It was about to pull out a new battle wheel from his arms. The abdomen was heavily kicked. The purifier flew out. Ping hit the wall with a wailing, and then stopped with a wail. The remaining three stared at the undefended back of the teenager, and the war wheel in his hand was about to throw at Roland.

Won.

They are so confident. An incredible word reached their ears at this time.

"Sorry."

Saying the word back to back, Roland slammed Shire and rushed to the ground.

what--

The three pairs of chakras were exhausted, and it was too late to react to this sudden situation. The voice of the girl chanting the spell dropped from the sky.

"Sound through the sky, gather the light of destruction, here shows the power of Ru, come here! Thunder Hammer!"

The columnar thunder fell from the sky, and the next moment, the light of the thunder shone on the purgers who danced strangely.

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"Can't that creepy girl converge?"

Opening the thermos cup and drinking hot cocoa, Nona sighed in the direction of the thunder.

Human eyes can only see the dark spots in the sky, and most of them will be judged as flying birds, but Nona clearly sees Favna flying with a special mds wings spread, and Glori is hanging underneath. Asia's bear tyrant has been painted orange like a training machine to hide his eyes and ears.

That lightning strike declared that the battle had ended successfully, no sooner or later, just as she had also finished packing.

Not far from Nona, there were 3 groups of iron pieces compressed into a mass, a large amount of blood dripped from the cracks in the steel, and a twisted human hand extended from the largest piece of iron.

All three killers have been killed, and the weapon is their armor.

They are wearing old magic armor and the prototype basis of mds. Fixing the circuit or magic circle in the armor, and then giving the armor a certain magic effect, this is the basic idea of ​​the magic armor. The Ferguson brothers wear a magic armor with "floating" and "strengthening limbs," San The armor on Triana is closer to the mix of ma and mds.

"Once seen through, it's just a boring trick. You don't wear armor on your body, but'control from the inside', just like we drive a chariot, coordinate the manipulation of armor movements with various techniques, so that you can Making actions that humans can’t do can also disturb each other’s feelings and attack them. Um... indeed, it is quite a creative idea, but is it still within the scope of magic?"

After taking a sip of Cocoa, Nona whispered to the twisted hand. From that tiny arm, it can be judged that the owner of the armor is about the same size as the child. With this height, he hides in the chest and abdomen. It's not difficult to launch a fist like a rocket.

Santiana and the Ferguson brothers, who were able to control their spells and armor freely, died miserably, and had no chance of returning.

"Let Mana be arranged in a circuit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is the technique. Different circuits create different effects. In other words, as long as you start from the node of the circuit, you can also change the type of technique."

"Breakdown" is a technique developed in accordance with this idea, but Nona does not use collapse.

"Reverse"-

This is Nona's original technique.

Intervene in the circuit loop node, but do not destroy it, but tamper with the flow of Mana to counter the spellcaster.

Induce the force field enveloped on the outside of the armor out of control, let the force field that controls the action of the armor operate toward the inside, squeeze the musculoskeletal, crush the internal organs, and finally squeeze the whole body of blood marrow like an orange in the juicer .

"Although it is a bit overkill, but you are still dead, and who will let you bully Roland? So you must die."

Finally glanced at the avant-garde artwork-like iron block, Nona sighed, and started the Hummer, carrying the hypnotized Vernia, and quietly drove away from the scene. (To be continued...)