People are in the moon, The Sims

But Ryukyu is a small place after all. Whether it can train magicians to participate in the Holy Grail War is a problem. What's more, Ryukyu and the Far East still have a bit of a feud in a sense, and it is even less possible to summon the heroic spirits of the Far East. .

In this era, the Far East is one of the eagle dogs of the Bald Eagle. Although this eagle dog may bite the Bald Eagle at any time, after all, both of them are from the same family and have ambitions.

I'm afraid that the master who summoned the Son of God at this moment is secretly happy in his heart. The fact is indeed what Qin Qiaosong thought. After all, as neighbors and enemies, the Chinese people know it very well. These little people are living a good life. of the guy.

In fact, this guy has a bit of pride. After all, as the last person in the Far Eastern God Generation who is qualified to become a god, the power of the Son of God cannot be underestimated. The one he summoned is not a pure white Son of God. Sometimes it suddenly flashes like The snake-like eyes make people feel fearful, and the majestic divine power on his body is indeed a being that they can't look up to now.

What's more, the pure white Son of God didn't have that divine sword. What he summoned was a genuine being that could rival the gods.

The only thing that made him feel slightly uncomfortable was that the Son of God had been staying at the top of the tall building since he was summoned. After using the water to shape a shrine for himself, he has been staying in the shrine, basically not doing anything. Listen to his command, and as a person who respects the gods and the country, to be honest, he doesn't have the courage to command the gods.

But this does not prevent him from feeling pleasure, so what if the bald eagle is pressing on their heads now? What kind of character can be summoned from the hundreds of years of history of the bald eagle?

Well, the bald eagle actually has some famous heroic spirits.

For example, on the way Qin Qiaosong and the others advanced, there was another battlefield. The Viking king seemed to have broken horns on his head, his upper body was naked, and he was holding a giant ax full of blood vessels. This blood did not come from the enemies of the Viking King, but from the Viking King himself.

“Uhhhhhhhh——!!”

The Viking King roared and rushed forward, swinging his battle ax forward. A station was directly uprooted, and then it hit the nearby building heavily, shattering the entire house.

A figure emerged from the dust, looked at his somewhat torn clothes, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "This kind of downgraded skill is really annoying."

Eric the Bloodaxe, King of the Vikings, has the skill [Support Spell C+], which can reduce the enemy's strength by one level. If this is turned into game words, both attack and defense will be reduced. This is a combination of notoriety and The curse of Gunhilda, a female magician whose husband is no equal, is also a proof of the Viking king's love.

Otherwise, he would have been able to kill the guy in front of him by flying a kite, but this mad warrior was almost at the end of his crossbow. The heroic spirit wearing a western cowboy hat raised the pistol in his hand.

"Let me predict it! This thunderbolt of bad sound will hit you between the eyebrows three times, and then it will be over. Come on - take advantage of this move!"

Three bullets hit the Viking King almost instantly, penetrating through the muscular body. On a bus in the distance, the Master of the Viking King bit... Clenching his teeth, he was waiting for an opportunity to turn defeat into victory, but this opportunity might not be seized by them.

After all, his own Viking King has [Battle Continue], and he also has a [Bloodthirsty Beast Ax] similar to the [Renewal] skill. As long as he seizes an opportunity, he can kill himself and then directly counterattack. , His own Viking king is a berserker, who can withstand the frontal attack of a berserker!

Looking at the heroic spirit holding the pistol, he seemed to be very confident in his marksmanship, so he turned around with peace of mind. This was the moment the master was waiting for.

Chapter 257: So mindfulness is a good skill

"I give this order in the name of the Command Seal, Eric!! Release skills and Noble Phantasms!!"

As the command spells disappeared twice in succession, the berserker's chest, which had been penetrated by a huge hole, recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The skills of the heroic spirit were so unreasonable, like a miracle that people could not master.

At the same time, the huge ax covered with blood vessels also emitted a pulse like a heart. Even though it was made into a weapon, it still looked forward to blood, "It's blood, it's blood... it's blood!!!"

The whole person is like a tank that has turned into a sports car, and the ground that his feet have stepped on has cracks. At this moment, the violent magic power is wrapped around the berserker's body. This appearance is like covering the berserker with a layer of blood red. of armor.

The ax emitted a bloody light and set off a blood-red whirlwind. The powerful force seemed to be able to cut the enemy with his back in two in the next moment.

But just when the bloody storm was about to hit the heroic spirit with its back turned, the heroic spirit with its back turned actually reacted at the next moment. Logically speaking, this sudden attack should not be so easy to predict.

The heroic spirit holding the pistol quickly dodged to the side, but what he was facing was, after all, the release of the Berserker's Noble Phantasm. It seemed a bit difficult to completely dodge. The speed brought by the skill of quickly drawing the gun made He immediately raised the gun in his hand and fired a bullet at the knee of the berserker in front of him.

After all, there was once an adventurer who was unable to continue his adventure because he was hit by a sword in the knee. The berserker in front of him seriously injured his knee, which would also affect his ability to charge forward. At the same time, he could delay as much time as possible to give himself The master has no chance to react. At this time, as long as he has a command spell, he can get out of this predicament.

Just as this servant thought, the next moment a red magic power poured into his body, and a power that violated the rules took him away from the place, and then landed steadily on his master. around.

"Well done, my Master! If I get that blow from the front, I may die young again. I haven't enjoyed enough of this era. I will be very sorry if I leave so early."

Although this is not a real city, after copying the buildings of the city on the ground, even if it is not so lively, it is still an excellent place to enjoy. Imagine that when there is an uninhabited city open only to you, maybe It will feel a bit lonely, but it is definitely a kind of enjoyment.

Especially for those outlaws in early America, everything in this era was a novel experience and enjoyment for them.

The kind of desperado you think of is the kind of person who drives a car, rides a horse across the wilderness, and shows off his marksmanship in taverns. In fact, desperadoes live a life without shade in the summer and no shade in the winter. During the day in a warm place, you must also be careful not to be discovered by the police officers.

Because there were no living supplies, we could only rob them. At that time, due to the chaos in the west, people who traveled were basically protected by special personnel or armed with firearms. Every time they robbed resources, they fought hard, and even went with their peers. When a conflict occurs, to put it simply, when you look up, you are the enemy except for yourself.

How could people living in that state not like the current environment?

"Be serious, the battle is not over yet. I will soon be able to find the opponent's master's location. It is obvious that the summoned berserker is a berserker, but as a master, I can dodge it."

A middle-aged soldier wearing a military uniform and holding a special firearm in his hand was using a magnifying glass to constantly search for the master of the berserker. He curled his lips in displeasure. It was obvious that this man was the master of the gunner in front of him.

As for why a Bald Eagle soldier actually summoned the outlaws and desperadoes from the early days of Bald Eagle, and the summons was based on phase, this point is very thought-provoking.

Ouch——! !

The heroic spirit holding the gun in his hand immediately turned around and pulled the trigger in the best direction. With the sound of a gunshot, pieces of broken ice were scattered on the ground. However, the information here had been spread, and the two people's positions had been exposed. .

A chill ran down my neck, and I looked outside the building to see a blizzard hitting the windows.

In that blizzard, Gray's green eyes were like a frost wolf waiting for its prey to relax its vigilance. To be honest, although the expression on his face was cold enough at this moment, he actually felt a little proud in his heart, like them. In the process of action, there were not many warriors who dealt with the heroic spirits they encountered along the way.

This is a decision that one must have enough confidence in one's own strength to make, and this decision was made jointly by Gray and Qin Qiaosong. Generally speaking, Qin Qiaosong would not make such a seemingly It was an unreasonable choice, but perhaps due to the influence of the newly accepted power, I felt a little irritated, so I just wanted to vent.

Gray felt his familiar being shattered by a shot. Without hesitation, Gray controlled more of his familiars and flew towards the place where the Frost Wolf was broken. The densely packed wolves looked like they wanted revenge. But it is true.

The other Master of the Viking King who was hiding in the car looked at the blizzard that had swept over and couldn't help but swallowed. As a descendant of the Vikings and a person who now lives in England, the blizzards that kept blowing were mixed with The wolves howled one after another. What this meant was impossible for him, who had grown up listening to the familiar story, not to know.

After all, the blowing snowstorm and the running wolves, apart from that one person, there should be no one who can combine these two elements.

My own Berserker had already suffered heavy losses, and now I don't have the confidence to gain an advantage when facing that one. No... instead of gaining an advantage in battle, it's better to think about how I can Don't be eliminated.

However, this magician could not have imagined that the person facing him was not the Wolf King in the blizzard, but a magician from China. In this blizzard, one after another terracotta warriors and horses stood proudly with weapons in hand, no matter how heavy the snowstorm was. , it will not have any impact at all on these beings who are not considered living beings.

However, in this wind and snow, it is still very scary to suddenly come face to face with such an army.

The magician was shivering from the cold in the bus, but he only had the last command spell in his hand. He didn't dare to call his berserker back. After all, once the master-slave contract was stopped, who knew what the berserker would do. thing.

Chapter 258: You...can't leave

If it were other rational heroic spirits, even if he used the last command spell, as long as the compatibility was still good, Jasmine would still be able to get along well with each other for the last part of the time, and both parties might even regret why this last command spell was used. If the spell needs to be used, if the level of madness is the lowest or it is immeasurable, there may be a possibility of communication.

But the Viking King he summoned has a berserk level of B. There is no way for berserkers of this level to communicate, okay? What's more, this Viking king who is like a strict wife can only hear his wife's voice. Is it possible to learn pseudo-voice now?

Therefore, our Berserker is simply a rabid dog. If the rope holding him is broken, he may really be bitten to death by this rabid dog.

I hope the wolf king is just passing by and thinks he's a fart.

There were footsteps in the wind and snow. The magician took a deep breath and finally held his breath as much as possible. In this way, he would not be discovered by the Frost Wolf, right?

Fortunately, although the bus he was in was a viewing vehicle, the glass was relatively high up. With the Frost Wolf's physique, he probably wouldn't be able to see himself through the glass.

Thinking about the magician squatting in the carriage, he turned his gaze towards the glass. Although he understood that it was the best plan to reduce his movements as much as possible at this time, sometimes people have a vague curiosity in their hearts. , like a pom-pom made of catnip, dangling in front of the cat from time to time.

Even though he held back his claws, his tail still couldn't help but sway there.

However, it was this startling glance that made the magician's heart almost jump out of his chest. A human face made of clay was directly pressed against the glass. Before the magician could figure out the situation, the human face stuck to it , suddenly a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Ga——! !

The magician took a breath of cold air and almost stopped his heart beating. Then he realized with hindsight that the approaching footsteps did not sound like the sound of a pack of wolves.

Is this the magician's familiar? It is really full of bad taste to actually use the terracotta warriors and horses from the East, but if so, doesn't it prove that his location has been exposed?

The nerves that calmed down immediately prompted the magician to roll to the side. The next moment, a bronze spear pierced the body of the bus. If it weren't for this magician, who rolled faster and his posture was more elegant, I'm afraid that The spear had already penetrated his body, but he didn't have much time to think. Soon one after another spears penetrated from outside the carriage.

This series of attacks made the magician grit his teeth, and at the same time he kept cursing in his heart. Are there any magicians in this era who can control so many familiars? It seems that he is sitting in a well and looking at the sky, and he is ignorant.

After all, in this magician's impression, shouldn't such a powerful magician be pursuing the mystery of the distant past in the wandering sea? Of course, this magician also knows too little about Chinese magic. Perhaps this kind of magic is extremely likely to be lost in other regions, but it is impossible to lose it in China unless the entire magic foundation is destroyed.

"Who! Is he the master of Wolf King Gray? If you have the ability to stand up and fight head-on!!"

This magician wanted to delay as much time as possible. To be honest, what he asked was quite ridiculous. Isn't it also the opponent's strength to summon these terracotta warriors and horses? This is equivalent to wanting a summoner to come out and fight people in close combat.

Of course, this magician knew that his request was basically impossible to achieve. He just wanted to drag his berserker to his side.

Of course, Qin Qiaosong also heard the magician's words through the terracotta warriors and horses he summoned, but sitting on the bronze carriage, he did not intend to fight these guys head-on. This was not because he was afraid that he would fail in the battle with the magician. His strength is enough to fight head-on with some heroic spirits, but the magician in front of him is not qualified yet.

If you can't even defeat the warriors who are pioneering for the king, don't think about taking action yourself.

On the other side, the heroic spirit holding a gun kept pulling the trigger, and one frost wolf after another was shattered by bullets, but the ice on these frost wolves became harder as they went behind, and even the bullets were not strong enough. It must be able to penetrate the bodies of these beings at once, and as time goes by, this space seems to become colder and colder.

Looking at the pistol he was using, the heroic spirit holding the firearm frowned. Under the influence of this low temperature, not only did the weapon in his hand malfunction, but his own reactions also began to slow down.

For a moment, I actually suspected that the inside of the firearm would become fragile due to the low temperature, and that excessive use of the weapon would cause damage to the parts.

"Master, let's retreat. There is an old saying in the East. If you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood. As long as we are still alive, we will have hope. This heroic spirit is not something we can easily deal with. We have just fought. , we are not in the best condition. No matter who comes, being able to control such a blizzard already shows his power..."

This kind of existence is not something that a little desperado like him living in modern times can confront head-on. Even if he wants to fight, he still has to think about shooting from behind.

The master nodded. He was not that kind of reckless man. Of course he knew how to retreat when the situation was bad. In other words, wasn't that what the Bald Eagle's troops were like?

To be precise, there are very few troops in the world that are like the Chinese troops. Once someone is sacrificed, others will swear revenge in their hearts and continue to fight until the last person is left. The Bald Eagle will when there is a loss. I thought about retreat and revenge, but this kind of situation is more of a heroic plot that appears in movies.

But at this moment, an ice ax was thrown in from the window, and the wind and snow poured in directly from the window along with the broken glass, making the temperature in the room even lower, and a layer of white frost formed on the hair and eyebrows. .

"After killing so many of my men, even if they are just summons, I can't just sit back and ignore them. It's not appropriate for you to just walk away like this."

A cold and somewhat lazy voice sounded from the window. Gray held his chin with his hand, acting very relaxed.

Chapter 259: The unbridgeable gap in strength

Gray is really not too worried about the impact that the group in front of him will have on him. To put it very realistically, there are three, six or nine levels of heroes. Gray himself is more modest. A first-class level, although it may not be considered exceptional, but even if other first-class heroic spirits want to fight and eliminate themselves, they will have to pay a heavy price.

For example, the lowest level of heroic spirits may not have any numerical value reaching B or A. Even the noble phantom is not too powerful. The destructive power it can cause is limited. However, the heroic spirits on the upper level have certain combat capabilities. , belongs to the second-rate ranks, and most modern heroic spirits belong to it.

Most writers fall into this category, such as Andersen, who has always said that he is a third-rate hero. Except for magic power, all other basic attributes are E.

This is the impact of the mysterious reduction. Even the highest attribute of a star person like Tesla is B in terms of magic power, and C and D in data.

Perhaps in the game, their values ​​are adjusted higher due to their rarity, but without any special legendary blessing, they will definitely suffer in the battle of heroic spirits in the real world.

And the modern heroic spirit in front of him is not an existence that has surpassed the great deeds of the gods and created miracles. If a Star Trailblazer like Tesla appeared in front of him, Gray would still think highly of it. After all, the Star Trailblazer is Those who turned the impossible into the possible were those who transcended the impossibility of their time and were at the forefront of opening up a new century.

If you fight yourself against such heroic spirits, there is no guarantee that any miracle will happen to them.

Such a modern desperado, a hairy brat who died before reaching his prime, how can such a heroic spirit compare with himself in the final stage of godhood?

From the data point of view, he can be regarded as a direct crush. Compared with Tristan, the heroic spirit in front of him is really just soso~

"Wolf King Gray..."

Even if the heroic spirit in front of him does not hold the twin swords of ice in his hands, the image on his body and the continuous blizzard outside are enough to explain too much. Facing the heroic spirits from Europe and the United States, Gray wants to hide his identity. , is an extremely difficult thing.

How to describe it? It's like Ultraman, wearing a Pleasant Goat hood on his head, but the leather hood on his body has proven everything, just like Uncle Tengger singing invisible wings will also become steel wings, Even if Lu Zhishen puts on the bride's red dress, wouldn't you recognize that he is a monk uprooting a weeping willow tree?

In short, the taste cannot be changed.

Although many strong men appeared in the Frostwolf family after him, it is a pity that no one can control the blizzard like Gray. If you feel the temperature drop and see the Frostwolf, then it may be a Frostwolf. Other members of the family, but if it comes with a blizzard, it must be the second head of the family after the family sets foot on British soil——

He was also the first Wolf King, the uncrowned king who allowed the family to use the frost wolf as its symbol and totem to this day - Gray.

"Master! Let's go!"

The heroic spirit holding the gun immediately raised his hand, and at the same time quickly drew the gun and activated it. The bullets were fired towards the enemy as soon as the gun was raised, seemingly in the blink of an eye. However, such speed may not be possible in modern people. It has become very fast in the eyes, but for a first-class heroic spirit, this short time is enough for several rounds of collisions.

At least now, a cold breath is accompanied by an icy blue light, which has been waved out before the sound of the gunshot reaches his ears. Gray's unfocused eyes have become as cold as the frozen lake. Several bullets In mid-air, he was split in half by the frost sword, and at the same time, ice condensed and stopped in mid-air.

This made the heroic spirit holding the gun swallow a gulp of saliva, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little despair in his heart. The gap was really too big, but this heroic spirit was mentally prepared for such a situation.

This is like telling you now that you are going to have a cold weapon battle with Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang. I am afraid that when you hear this news, you are already prepared in your heart that you will be killed directly by Guan Erye.

At such a distance, is it still too late to free the Noble Phantasm on my own?

Just as the heroic spirit was thinking, ice flowers one after another had condensed on his body. The next moment, the magic power in his body was attracted by these frost flowers, and then entered Gray's body along with the cold air. After the Noble Phantasm, Jiefang and Berserkers dealt with each other, his body, which was a little tired, became even weaker.

“Uhhhhhhhh——!!”

It was also at this time that a figure holding an ax rushed out of the corridor. The violent magic made the berserker's body become extremely hot. In this cold environment, white steam was constantly emitting outwards.

"Another one? But...as long as you don't reach the level of the Knights of the Round Table, it doesn't matter if you have one or two."

Being able to ensure that the land he gathered was not captured under the repeated attacks of many Knights of the Round Table, one can imagine Gray's strength. After becoming a heroic spirit, this power will become even more powerful, especially the nearly indefensible and Aiming at the time delay caused by ultra-low temperature.

That is to say, in this blizzard, in this ice and snow home court, without special protection and the power of ice and snow, it is extremely difficult to defeat Gray, not to mention even if he wins, it will be extremely difficult. He had to find a way to withstand the last blizzard that broke out in Gray and the remaining frost poison in his body.

This is like fighting someone in a poisonous circle in a game of chicken. You work hard and win, but you may not be able to run to a safe zone.

If you are eliminated like this, you will definitely feel quite unwilling.

"Anyway, let this rabid dog calm down first. The Berserker who can't communicate is in some trouble. Well... Speaking of which, I'm really lucky not to be summoned as a Berserker. I don't dare to think about what it would be like if I were a Berserker. , what kind of performance will it have?"

Gray just glanced at the heroic spirit holding the pistol and then focused on the berserker. That look was somewhat contemptuous, but even so, the heroic spirit holding the gun did not dare to show any anger. Performance, this is a fact brought about by the gap in strength.

Chapter 260: It’s so cold that you have to eat hot pot

The heroic spirit holding the pistol swallowed a sip of saliva and showed a faint bitter smile on his face. His master, on the other hand, showed a very unhappy expression on his face. They were feared by others wherever they went, but now they Not being taken seriously is a shame. This is a shame! This is a shame that he will remember for the rest of his life! !

The heroic spirit holding the pistol in his hand quickly turned his master's sleeve, with a wry smile on his face, "Master, do you know how a desperado should live a good life? That is, when you are arrogant, of course you must be arrogant. But when it’s time to follow your heart, you still have to follow your heart. After all, I am not a big hero, and small people must have the consciousness of small people..."

I really hope that the Wolf King will forget about him in the blink of an eye. Although he has a certain degree of confidence in his marksmanship, he will try his best in certain situations, such as if there is a major crisis in the world, a desperado like him He will also be a hero once.