"Ahem." Victor changed the subject: "By the way, where's Kusajuro? Why don't I see him?" "Him? Still training, right?" Aozaki Aoko said helplessly, "After you left, he has been training obediently according to the training method you gave him." “That’s quite hard work.” Victor nodded. "Since he has made up his mind to follow you, a magician, this road is destined to be difficult." "..." Upon hearing this, Aozaki Aoko was silent for a moment. She actually intended to keep some distance from Shizuki Sojuro. After all... after becoming a magician, she was no longer a human being to some extent. But a monster of order. Otherwise, he would die on this road. Aozaki Aoko thought. Yes, I've been waiting for this day.
Victor took a sip of tea and thought the same thing. After all, that was his first apprentice, so Victor was still looking forward to it. What kind of existence will Shizuki Sojuro become after becoming a dead disciple? "Ah, no, don't change the subject. What exactly are you planning to do with the spirit vein this time?" Suddenly, in silence, Aozaki Aoko reacted. She looked at Victor suspiciously: "Are you going to let me get scolded again?" "That's not necessarily true." Hearing this, Victor chuckled and nodded, "It may not actually be used, it's just an insurance policy." "Actually, the main reason I came back this time is that I need Youzhu's help." "Huh? What help?" "I hope Youzhu can go with me to a place and help me analyze and record a spell, about summoning spirits. To be honest..." Victor touched his nose embarrassedly and said, "My talent in summoning spirits is really... well, anyway, if everything goes well, it should be enough to complete it over there, without using the spiritual veins here." "Of course, if it doesn't go well... then I'll have to ask Yuzu to bring the technique back with me to study." "Hmm? That's what Yuzu is good at... Wait, go somewhere else?" Aozaki Aoko was slightly startled: "That's impossible. As far as I can remember, Yuzu hasn't been out since moving here..." "can." "?" Aozaki Aoko's words suddenly stopped and she looked at Kuonji Yuzu in surprise. The latter just put down the tea silently, nodded twice with an expressionless face, and repeated: "Okay." …… Is there anything wrong? ! So, amid the puzzled cries of Aozaki Aoko, Victor set off with Kuonji Yuzu and Beowulf. Aozaki Aoko also wanted to go, but was rejected by Kuonji Yuzu on the grounds that "Misaki City cannot be without a manager."
It can be seen that although Aozaki Aoko will be a person who runs around the world with luggage in the future, as if she has completely forgotten that she is still a manager, at least for now, the simple girl has not forgotten this responsibility. Although she was extremely reluctant, Aozaki Aoko still reluctantly sent the two men and the wolf to the subway station. She was not that worried about Youzhu. After all, Youzhu just didn't like traveling far, which didn't mean she had never traveled far before. She simply realized for the first time... the bondage of responsibility. It feels like your friends are traveling while you still have to go to work. …… Kuonji Yuju was still dressed the same as always, with black casual clothes, brown furry boots, black gloves and a felt hat. She sat quietly on the inside of the subway, looking at her reflection on the glass in the night. This was in stark contrast to Beowulf, who was sitting opposite her and touching things curiously. The ultimate in movement and stillness. "You sent a letter before?" Victor suddenly said, "I saw you throw the robin out." "Yeah." Hearing Victor's question, Kuonji Yuju silently withdrew his gaze from the glass and nodded, "Regarding the advent of the spirit, I asked a friend just in case." That's almost the only friend that Jiuyuan Temple Yuzhu has outside of society, right? The name of Acherot flashed through Victor's mind. Since he is a monarch, even if he is not as proficient as Kenneth, he must know something about it. This is really a great help, Youzhu. I just wonder if the other party must be very busy during the war and will be troubled by Youzhu's disturbance. Take the last subway to Arisaka, and then go to the airport. Finally, Kuonji Arizuma silently raised her head and looked at the flight at the airport—— Arisaka City → Fuyuki City. …… Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Artluqi woke up from her dream. The bright moonlight shone on the metal edge of the bed, reflecting a faint crimson. Moonlit night, Cornwall. The faint moonlight still accompanied the blood moon, dyeing the entire starry sky dark red. The bloody smell slowly permeated the air. Under the swaying shadows of the city, roars and wails could be heard from time to time. This is the zombies killing each other. Artluci stood up and looked at Fufu who was sleeping hunched over the pillow, and habitually glanced at the next room. Still no movement. She was silent for a moment. Since Victor transferred his consciousness, he still retained the most basic consciousness except when he was on the road, and would speak to her from time to time.
It has been three days since he came back, and he has been almost asleep all the time. "Tsk, I'm actually a little uncomfortable with this." Artluqi smiled self-deprecatingly, got out of bed, went out, and came to the rooftop outside. The Duke of Cornwall's residence is located at the top of the mountain range on this peninsula, which can be said to be a very good geographical location. She was blowing the cold wind, and her pair of scarlet eyes seemed to penetrate the space and look into the distance. It’s a pity that Cornwall is not suitable for sightseeing now. For three days, she followed Victor's instructions. The first thing she did when she returned to Cornwall was to recall the dead apostles, ghouls and zombies scattered across the peninsula. At the same time, due to the previous indulgence, the ghouls had almost searched out all the humans in the entire Cornwall area. In the absence of prey and blood, they became more irrational and violent. Altluki did not give them any blood food. Not only them, but even those successfully transformed dead apostles, Altluki followed Victor's instructions and did not let them see a drop of blood in the past few days. This is to make them completely controlled by the thirst for blood, and fall into a blood-thirsty state, like hungry beasts, with their own frenzy BUFF. Of course, not all Dead Apostles will obey orders. Even with orders from their superiors, there will always be a few with good willpower or those who have lost their minds and run away. But... if they run away, there is no need for Altluki to clean them up. In the space of a week, not only the Dead Apostles began to take action, but the magic associations and churches in the outside world had also made the most urgent emergency preparations. The main force may still be gathering, but the vanguard has already arrived in Cornwall - after all, to be honest, it is not far from London. As they didn't know the situation inside, they didn't dare to take a step further and could only wait for orders. However, they would show no mercy to the dead apostles who came to their doorstep - this was also one of their tasks, to further prevent the spread of the dead apostles. In this city that was like hell, Artluki stood indifferently on the Duke of Cornwall's mansion, looking from afar at the flickering shadows in this area that was half city and half town in the night. Suddenly, in the dark red light, a ray of light like the morning sun broke through the hellish scene. The dazzling and holy light seemed like a signal, instantly dispelling the darkness of the entire area. Seeing this, Artluqi showed no expression at all. She's used to it. No matter day or night, there are always these annoying guys—— Agent. However, this time he went in a lot deeper - is he so bold? Artluqi looked at the layers of boundary lines in the distance, and watched the group of people moving forward cautiously and tentatively. She was a little annoyed and wanted to just clean up the annoying garbage directly, but then she thought of Victor's instructions. She puffed her cheeks and then sighed. "Forget it, let me teach you a lesson." She waved her hand slightly, and in an instant, the sounds of doors shattering and windows bursting, accompanied by endless fanatical roars, instantly rushed out. The command from the blood was lifted, and the breath of humanity instantly ignited their "enthusiasm". This made the magicians who had just stepped into the border of Cornwall stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help but feel a sense of horror. Cornwall is a small town on the coast in southwest England. And they are the new magician troops who tried to land from the seaside.
However, when the magician and his agents landed from the sea, the first thing they saw was the scarlet eyes and crazy expressions all over the mountains. They were not Dead Apostles, but lower-level ghouls. Even so, this hellish scene frightened several magi so much that they took a few steps back, muttering, "What on earth is going on here..." However, before he could finish his words, the crazy zombies rushed up with a roar, biting their necks ferociously like zombies. In a hurry, the magician seemed to be frightened silly - he watched the zombie bite him! boom! The silver fluid flashed by, forming a solid protective wall that enveloped everyone. At the same time, a stream of fluid separated and turned into a sharp blade. With a swish, it completely shattered a group of zombies. "Sir Will, although I respect the research family who has devoted their entire lives to academics, it is obviously better to maintain the fighting instinct that is enough to protect themselves. Otherwise, one day, we may lose a precious talent." Under the silver fluid, a harsh voice rang out as Kenneth casually lowered his arm, causing the frightened magician's face to turn red all of a sudden, and he could only thank him awkwardly. Seeing the other party like this, Kenneth didn't say anything else. Although Will was a family head, he was actually just a student who had just graduated two years ago. He had inherited the position of family head not long ago, and the family itself was not very prominent. In his opinion, although such performance is lame, it is normal. A hundred years have passed since the war between the Magic Association and the Church. To be honest, in a peaceful world, many new generations grow up in ivory towers. A few famous families may still pay attention to the combat and survival education of their heirs. As for the commoner families, research is okay, but combat... Take Weber for example. Some of them are worse than wild magicians. "Everyone else, step back a little." Thinking of this, Kenneth glanced at the jungle above the coast. There, more and more ghouls began to gather and slowly showed their claws. He couldn't help but curl his lips slightly - "I'll... clear out a position first." As he spoke, the silver fluid behind him began to flow slowly. ………… PS: The bounty actually feels okay. After looking at the data, the outbreak on the first day only made me owe about one chapter. I can accept that. I can't publish one chapter every day in the future, so! No problem! Start saving your manuscripts from today! 109. Kenneth said he never seeks death Above the sea, the waves were sparkling, and the dark red moonlight made the fish feel uneasy and a little restless, while the sea breeze brought waves of salty and humid air mixed with the smell of blood. The ferocious ghoul roared and opened its sharp claws, and rushed towards a priest who clenched his fists with a roar. However, the next second, its figure was seen by the priest who turned around, and with a bang, its whole body bounced out like a cannonball, smashing into the group of ghouls and smashing several of its kind. The aura of the strengthening magic flowed over the priest's body, but before he could catch his breath, a group of zombies surrounded him again, drowning him and launching another round of bloody storm. It looks impressive, but actually... Kenneth stood within the automatic protection range of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, arranging the magicians to their positions while looking at the group of agents who were advancing step by step as if they were invincible. He couldn't help but sneered: "Humph, rude, barbaric and... ignorant courage." Following Kenneth's comments, soon, one by one, the agents found themselves in a situation where they were outnumbered just as he had expected. Facing more and more zombies, until the front could no longer advance, Kenneth turned around with a sneer and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Almost." Upon hearing this, the magicians who had been standing behind Kenneth to prepare their positions stopped what they were doing, looked up and nodded in unison - although it was a water landing operation, except for Kenneth who had volunteered to come, there were only less than ten magicians who were urgently dispatched by the Magic Association to cooperate with the advance team from the church. It's not that the Magic Association itself is so slack, but the more first-rate the magician, the more preparation he needs. In addition, there is another point that compared to the church and groups like knights who are better at collective action, most magicians are actually good at and prefer to fight alone. The systems will not be compatible with each other, and magic techniques will not be actively disclosed to each other. Apart from people like Jewel, who like to forcibly integrate magicians together, the only one who is good at collective combat is the Choir. Just like there were often only one or two magicians accompanying the soldiers on the battlefield in ancient times, earlier magicians actually served more as assistants to the soldiers in combat. Of course, this doesn't mean that magicians themselves are not good at fighting, quite the opposite.