The strange tranquility, the gloomy underground palace, the faint smell of blood, the horror scene that makes people feel hazy in their hearts. This is where the caster chose to build a magic workshop, just like his dark wizard's aesthetic.

However, at this moment, the wonderful artwork he carefully constructed was being demolished by a crazy and forcibly demolished.

The Magic Workshop aims to create new alien spaces and build endless murderous intents with narrow spaces, but the caster's attainment in magic is too poor. In addition to some magic traps and mechanisms, it relies more on a large number of water demons as the main defense method.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom

Thunder surged, and a giant golden hammer fell, spreading blue plasma on the ground.

The lightning is rushing away, and snakes spread!

The fragile water demon came into contact with the lightning, and the branches were trembling by the electricity. The water vapor in the body evaporated, withered into tree bark and fell down, and its ability to resurrect was restrained.

Duke plays the servant beerker, wielding a pair of golden sledgehammers with a total of 600 kilograms, walking ahead to open the way. Behind him was the Lord Lancelot, who looked like a ghost. He held the sword to kill the missing water demon. Seeing Duke lifting his weight and breaking the magic trap at will, and smashing it into a small cake with the water demon, Lancelot didn't know what to say.

Lancelot: IMHO, aren’t you emptied your body? Why are you more energetic than me?

Duke: I don’t have many advantages, my magic level is average, my mouth is stupid, and my brain is not flexible. I just have the strength!

At this time, Ryunosuke Yuzuki was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He was not afraid of death. As an excellent murderer, he had never been curious about death, even if death was about to come to him.

Yusheng Ryunosuke is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die yet. Before he truly understands death and feels the truth, he feels unwilling to die like this.

"Caster, the water demon and the trap are completely useless. Beerker is about to rush in. Are you too calm, right?" The big-eyed Marshal's face was as usual, and Feng Qingyun was still chanting the summoning spell, which made Yu Sheng Ryunosuke a little crazy.

"No need to worry. If you really can't resist it, it's useless no matter how much you worry." After all, he was a soldier who had been the commander before his death. The caster was slow and did not worry about the disadvantages of the war.

"Hey, you wouldn't have given up like that, right? You'll die, we both will die!" Ryutosuke Yusheng was powerless to complain, and caster's heart was too big.

"There is no way, beerker is too powerful. If I give me enough time to prepare, I can give him a big gift. But now, the attack is too sudden, and I have no good idea for a while."

"Don't just accept your fate like this, okay? Don't you still have a dream that has not been fulfilled?" Yuzuki Ryunosuke scratched his hair. He really didn't want to die.

"That's right, but what good way do you have to let me defeat beerker?" caster frowned because his eyes were too big and his facial features were extremely disharmonious. This action made him look very ferocious.

In fact, caster was as unwilling as Rakunosuke Yuki. When he arrived at this holy war, he had no chance to express his heart to Joan of Arc, and he felt that the gods were so unfair to him.

Yuzuki Ryunosuke was stunned for a moment. He had no idea. However, seeing the crystal ball beside the caster, he pointed at Lancelot behind Duke: "This man is the master, and I caught him and threatened beerker."

Caster's eyes lit up: "Ryunosuke, you are right, this is a good idea!"

Under the premeditated command of the caster, the water demon army launched a suicide charge. They were like tides, slamming wave after wave, blocking Duke and Lancelot, and purposefully leading Lancelot toward the last line of defense.

Duke was squeezed out of the trajectory of the attack, but when he saw Lancelot breaking into the rear, he sent a voice to keep him moving forward, and the enemy was confused by their battle plan to conceal his identity.

Lancelot's attack was even more rapid, and the caster's strength was far worse than he expected, so he decided to quickly solve the opponent to avoid delaying Duke's chance of sacrificing himself to win.

Swish!

The light blue transparent magic light curtain was shattered by the sharp sword, and Lancelot was covered in blood and killed in front of the caster. There was no water demon here, but he stopped due to extreme anger after his eyes swept.

The corpses everywhere were thrown away around them, and the dried blood was tightly swaying on the ground. Just by looking at them, you could feel the smell of blood coming to your face.

If it were just corpses, Lancelot had seen many of them during his lifetime, and even the small bones were not a small number. The reason why he was deeply shocked was that these young corpses had been decomposed. The fragments and hollowed-out chest cavity could not even be found.

Lancelot knew that humans were creatures with a tendency to destruction. Fear and oppression would destroy the nerves of rationality and make humans ugly and tyrannical. On the battlefield, this type of person is common. After experiencing the tightrope on the edge of life and death, soldiers would choose innocent people to vent, and through stronger stimulation, they would feel that they are still alive.

But the reason why knights are noble and respected is precisely because they prove that human beings are not only despicable. In the battlefield soaked in blood, they uphold honor and arrogance, abandon fear and hatred, and live on a battlefield like hell with a human attitude.

Because of the stains during his lifetime, Lancelot was unwilling to call himself a knight, but his noble character never dared to forget it. He could not bear the evil spirit of caster, who defiled human dignity.

"Damn it!" Lancelot's sword-holding arm was trembling, and he was already extremely angry.

Caster's face was gloomy and he grinned and smiled: "As the Lord, your talents are indeed very outstanding, but I advise you to face the followers alone..."

"Don't talk to me, you're not worthy!" Lancelot interrupted the caster directly: "Your soul is so ugly that it's disgusting. Every word you say is so dirty in my ears."

"Ah, why do you say that?" Yuzuki Ryunosuke stood in the caster, tilting his head to defend himself: "Compared to extending a worthless life, I realize that all death is not killing people, but doing a creation."

As he spoke, Rayuki Ryunosuke opened his hands, as if he was completing his sacred mission, and his face couldn't help but show a happy expression.

Lancelot was stunned. He thought the caster was a pervert, but he didn't expect that his master would be no less than that. This was the first time he heard such sophistry. Three or five water demons were commanded by the caster and rushed up from all around, wrapping up the shocked Lancelot, easily wrapping him into a dumpling with only his head left.

If Lancelot is transformed into Lancelot by the devil, here is a book to be published!

Capturing the beerker's lord, the caster was in a good mood. He walked to Lancelot in three steps in two steps, with a faint resentment in his eyes: "In the past, I believed that the world was full of hope with you, but later I realized that it was just a trick of the gods playing with people's hearts."

Lancelot was disdainful, and the people who were willing to fall always had one reason for one kind or another. Just as the magic power broke out, a figure flashed across the field, Duke drove the nightmare war horse and teleported behind Yu Sheng Dragon Nosuke.

"Ah! caster, ah"

The horse's hooves raised high, trampling Yu Sheng Ryunosuke on the ground, and the cry for help turned into a scream.

Caster hurriedly took out a dagger from his arms, put it on Lancelot's neck, and shouted at Duke: "beerker, don't hurt Ryunosuke, your master is in my hands!"

Duke was surprised by the tragedy around him. When he heard this, he frowned and looked over: "Xiaolan, what are you doing?"

"I'm very sorry, I just..."

"Okay, no need to explain, kill him quickly!"

The simple conversation between the Lord and the servant made the caster confused. He looked at Lancelot and looked at Duke again: "Beerker, I will say it again, and return Ryunosuke to me quickly. We will sign an armistice agreement, and I will release your Lord."

Duke grinned: "I'll give it back to you, this is what you said!"

A loud cold burst out, and Yu Sheng Ryunosuke, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, was frozen into canned ice. The front hooves of the Nightmare War Horse jumped up and slashed the ice cubes. The ice cube with its head frozen rolled on the ground and stopped at the foot of the caster.

"Ryunosuke"

Caster shook his hand, and the dagger fell to the ground. He staggered and picked up the head on the ground, his eyes were dull and dumb.

Puff!

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh and bones sounded in his ears. Caster felt a sharp pain in his chest and looked down at the tip of the sword that pierced his heart. After seeing again, Lancelot broke free from the shackles at some point and put a heavy armor on his body.

There was no breath leaking, but the caster could feel that Lancelot was the servant.

"How could it be that all the servants have appeared, who are you?" caster widened his eyes, and he couldn't take any strength when death approached.

"My name is Lancelot, and I will come to this Holy Grail Battle with the rank of beerker!" Lancelot was so murderous that he claimed his name before caster died.

"The famous Knight of the Round Table...that..." caster turned his head and looked at Duke: "Who are you?"

Duke smiled lightly, took off his hand armor, revealing the empty back of his hand, and then a red light lit up, and a blood-red spell appeared faintly: "What do you think?"

The caster was as stupid as a wooden chicken, his body turned into shiny powder and disappeared. Before he died, he was muttering to himself: "My Joan of Arc, such a powerful enemy, can you defeat them?"

As the caster died, the magic workshop he arranged also dissipated, and the summoned water demons rotted into mud, and the breeze blew, and a little bloody smell flowed in the underground palace.

After destroying the caster and eliminating a combination of the master and servant, Lancelot was not excited. When he thought of the corpses around him, he felt that his heart was suppressed by a huge rock, so heavy that he could not breathe.

Duke flipped through the side and found a crystal ball from a bunch of magic tools made by the caster. He closed his eyes and sensed it for a while before he smiled and put it away.

"Master, what are you doing?" Lancelot's temperament became more and more melancholy, and he began to question whether the Battle of the Holy Grail was necessary. If the caster had not been summoned by the Holy Grail, today's tragedy would not have happened.

"Oh, I just tried to summon dead souls, but no one was found. The souls of the little ghosts were collected by the caster in this crystal ball. I'll go back and try it. Maybe I can save it." Duke blinked. If their father didn't mind the child's blood, he should be able to have a happy family.

Lancelot was excited: "Is it OK to resurrect the dead?"

"I don't know, I have not successfully resurrected the dead, and changing the soul is also the soul of the living."

"Anyway, you are a kind monarch. It is the greatest honor of Lancelot's death when you are a servant and fight for you." Lancelot dissipated his armor and fell to Duke's feet.

"Oh, can you swing your sword at King Arthur for me now?"

“…”

"Okay, I won't force you either. You just need to remember your previous vow, catch Saber alive and then give me the wind." Duke waved very generously.

After hearing Duke emphasize this vow, Lancelot instinctively felt something was wrong and asked cautiously: "Master, who is the female saber you are talking about?"

Duke's eyes flashed: "I'm not very clear, but caster always calls her Joan of Arc, and he must be the very famous French village girl."

"So that's it..." Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief and promised confidently: "Please rest assured that I will fulfill my oath in the name of the king!"

"It's very good, it's very good!" Duke Yahuazi laughed.

Thanks to book friends: elegant cabbage, big cat and bull, non-heartedness, hundreds of people's rain, dream-chasing zebra, night crystal thunder, 08a, handsome Mr. Hu, the journey of the Tyrannosaurus, collecting beautiful girls aged 16 to 25, can't be killed, I am a spirit-taking, youth is so 2, I am not perfect, but I am the only reward!
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