"Ok?" Victor was slightly stunned, and a term suddenly popped up in his mind - burial mechanism. The burial agency that the church had been waiting for for a long time. finally come! …… [You have triggered the group event burial mechanism. ] [You have triggered the challenge of a powerful enemy: Narubalek] The system prompt sounded as expected. Victor narrowed his eyes. Narubalek is the nickname inherited by the first leader of each generation of the Burial Machine.
The Narubalek of this generation is a murderous mad woman with a twisted and unreasonable personality. It is precisely because of this that this generation of burial agencies has almost reached the point of parting ways with the church. Unless it is absolutely necessary, the church will hardly take the initiative to contact this group of people. Well, that’s what you said, but when something happened, didn’t you still contact them first? That's ridiculous, church. Victor opened his eyes slightly and saw a storm sweeping across the field under his command. A long spear flashed through the crowd in an instant, tearing apart dozens of ghost troops and clearing out a blank field. "... I thought the burial organs would never act in groups..." Before Victor finished speaking, a terrifying wave came from the distant mountain top. Under the murderous intent that soared into the sky, there was a fleeting afterimage and a slash that shattered the earth behind him into pieces in the blink of an eye! "Roar!" The demon dog only had time to let out a mournful howl before endless blood spurted out like a fountain along with its slowly cracking skin. It fell to the ground with a thud, and its body turned into smoke and became illusory. One blow, serious injury! “These guys really don’t like to act in groups, but this time we’re trying to eliminate the traitor…” A teasing and frivolous female voice flashed by, and Victor fell to the ground. Before he looked up, he felt the sharp edge in the dust stirred up by the giant beast’s fall turned into wind, carrying a bloody smell. "Buzz! Clang!" Victor raised his hand, and the principles in his body instantly absorbed the surging blood, transforming it into a giant blood-red sword that blocked the attack in the blink of an eye. The devil flames began to rise, and the huge blood-red sword continued to condense into substance like a sword embryo, gradually turning black, and began to transform into Stulut's devil sword. With the help of three cards, his attributes now basically can make him into the ranks of advanced Dead Apostles, but even so, the impact of the opponent's slash still made Victor's palm slightly numb. He turned around and looked at the other person. It was a long-haired woman wearing a dark red windbreaker, with only her delicate hands exposed. She was holding a dagger in her backhand. A layer of smoke-like color flowed over the dark red dagger. Victor's cold eyes quickly swept over it—and soon deciphered the magic mark on it. A magic weapon that specializes in sharpness. The dark red hair that fell from her head covered one of her eyes. Overall, the disheveled look was quite consistent with his stereotype of a crazy woman. But the only exposed eye revealed madness and the playfulness of a cat playing with a mouse, and it was obvious that she did not take him seriously.
This made him a little unhappy. "No wonder Mei Lian hates you so much. Judging from your skilled techniques, you have obviously killed his monsters many times." "Ha, his monster will be resurrected anyway..." As she spoke, Narubalek's other hand turned slightly, and the handles of three black keys appeared in her hands. Under the surge of magic power, the three sharp blades instantly formed a shape and rotated, striking towards Victor's abdomen like thunder. Whoosh! The sound of breaking air came—— The opponent's strength is very great, probably due to a long-term passive physical enhancement state. Coupled with her great reputation, Victor is very wary of her attack. Instead of resisting head-on, he suddenly pressed down the magic sword, and the moment it smashed down, he allowed the dark magic flame to completely ignite the grass that had already been stained red with blood. Buzz!! At the moment the demonic flame spread, Victor took advantage of the momentum to leap back, creating a short distance. For a moment, three black keys were inserted into the ground, flashing silver light and trembling slightly. "Since your goal is to eliminate the traitor, why bother attacking me?" Victor retreated half a step, sheathed his greatsword and whispered, "To be honest, Victor did think about taking the opportunity to hunt down some interesting beings to fill his own training space so that he could easily learn some combat skills." But this does not include the crazy woman in the burial agency. Not that he was that afraid of this top soldier of the church. But this is his own style of doing things, to prioritize the goal and then pursue the process. He never forgot that his goal was to delay the battle as long as possible to ensure that the other side's actions, any decisions, and battles should be based on this. After the burial mechanism came into play, what bothered Victor the most was that the balance between the two sides... was completely broken. 129. When a madman, a paranoid and a princess get together... Many people would think that from the perspective of mystery and strength, except for top-tier magicians like Barthelmero, most magicians, including monarchs, are naturally unable to fight against the Ancestor among the Dead Apostles. This is actually correct. The Black Wing Prince alone is enough to stop an entire Chimaera army under Lord Gaius. Each of Feim's city puppets is a front gate fortress. Wherever Fu Fu went, humans died. Yuriphiz and Inole have not yet broken through the side defense line formed by the three or four thousand elite dead apostles under Altluchi. But, these don’t last long. Magicians often have more complicated methods than their ancestors, and the church's targeted spells can often cause great damage to the Dead Apostles. Magicians have absolute logistical support, so their magic power is endless, and when one group gets tired, another group can take over. The church has countless cannon fodder, and they directly use their lives to block the existence of Fu Fu and the like. In the end, failure will come.
The Dead Apostles have never lacked explosiveness and powerful strength, but the power of an individual is ultimately that of an individual. Finally - as for destroying a country or the world. Not to mention that with the deterioration of magic and the decline of mystery today, the ability to destroy a country has shrunk. Even if it did exist, Victor would not dare to use it even though he had hundreds of nuclear bombs! The essence of war is to get what you want, not to let everyone lose! The Magic Association's top fighter is now just Barthelmero. Be it the Dean, Mr. Gem, or even the Mysterious Arbitration Bureau of the Department of Astronomy and the Mysterious Corpse Anatomy Bureau of the Tomb of Albion, they all took almost no action. It was because they saw through the essence of the matter directly that they chose not to intervene. If Victor really wanted to drag everyone to death, Jewel would be the first to come up and pin him down! So, although it seems that everyone is fighting in full swing, in fact everyone has a default restraint. Ahem, that’s too far off topic. After all, The stronger a person is, the more means of self-preservation and trump cards he has, making him difficult to kill. In addition, the combat of the strong is likely to accidentally injure the lower-level troops, no matter whether it is the enemy or their own people. Unless they are really angry, high-end combat forces often will not fight to the death. Furthermore, once it comes to the point of fighting desperately...the Magic Association and the Church itself will not accept it. For example, if the Blackwing Prince is really determined, he can directly plunge an area into eternal darkness. Just like Brad, he exhausted all his mysteries, cursed the land, and became a poison that the world could not get rid of - like the eternal phenomenon of the Wallachia Night. Of course, if there is a sure-fire preparation, just like when they were chasing Brad, then the church would probably have many radicals willing to make the switch. But in the ever-changing battlefield, most people are unable to communicate in a timely manner and can only make judgments based on their own. So as not to make things worse. Based on this point, what Victor most hopes to create is naturally a misaligned confrontation. Allow the opponent's strong men to slaughter your own cannon fodder, and vice versa. As for the clash between the strong men, referring to Kenneth who met Fu Fu, usually after weighing the pros and cons, one of them will retreat and the situation will end. But if this person is Narubalek, the situation is completely different. Putting aside whether the other party would consider their own people, just the point of maintaining restraint was something that Narubalek found impossible. This guy is a lunatic! So, when this guy appeared on the battlefield, Victor rarely felt a headache. For him, what is scary is never how strong the enemy is or how big the disadvantage is. But... it's uncontrollable. …… It's really a headache. Victor sighed.
"But that traitor is obviously not as worthy of being my prey as you." The conversation continued. Narubalek licked the dagger with his tongue and said with a wanton smile, "To date, I have sealed three ancestors. I like the growth of this number." "Really? Then I guess your number will stay here." Regardless, the entry of the Burial Agency was a foregone conclusion. Victor had no choice but to accept the challenge. After instructing Fufu to continue to be active on the battlefield, he placed his hand on his chest and shook it slightly. Three black keys also appeared in his hand, serving as the secondary weapon of his other hand. This made Narubalek slightly surprised: "Oh?" You know, although equipment like the Black Key is an essential symbol of the church, not many people are good at using it. More basic equipment is gray. This is because, although the Black Key is easy to carry and only requires the hilt to be carried, the blade composed of magic power is too fragile for most agents who have scarce magic power and are not good at secrets, and thus cannot cause physical damage. However, for those who are good at using the Black Keys in combat, a blade made purely of magic power also means that the upper limit of its strength increase is unlimited. It is compatible with any enhanced magic. For example, the black keys in Kotomine Kirei's hands can block bullets, and the black keys in Amakusa Shiro's hands can look down on treasures. And since Victor can use the black keys, it means... "Were you really once a magician rather than an agent?" "Hehe, you're not the first person to ask that." In response, Victor chuckled and swayed slightly. He ignored the sea of enemies surrounding him and locked his perception completely on Narubalek. At that moment, his figure turned into a residual image and disappeared completely. At the same time, the three black keys turned into projectiles and swung towards the opponent, stirring up a resonance of magical power. Ha——Seeing this, Narubalek licked her lips excitedly. She looked up at the sky and saw the dark sword in the sky burning with terrifying force, turning everything around into a blazing wave of air... A close combat method? She really... Really like! The dark red windbreaker flashed with faint patterns, and Narubalek suddenly jumped up on the spot. Without dodging at all, she directly raised the dagger in her hand, dodged the black key, and rushed towards Victor who was falling to attack! "This lunatic..." Victor was slightly stunned, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "He really looks down on people!" Gravity enhancement, strength enhancement—— In an instant, the magic power of the magic circuit connecting Victor's left eye to his arm surged, and instantly overflowed from his palm, completely releasing the power of the Blade of Desire! Destruction strike! The explosive force collided violently with the slender figure. When the magic blade and the dagger collided, the magic fluctuations on Narubalek's body also erupted, as if two missiles collided with each other. At that moment, the magic power was released at the same time! Victor’s dark brown light was like a comet, entangled with the opponent’s blood-red crescent for a moment, and then— "boom!!!" The blazing light dispelled the thick fog around, dispersed the clouds in the sky, and the sun shone above the dawn.
The countless believers present only saw the dazzling light. During the explosion, after a stalemate between the two sides for a while, the blue comet came down with a bang, smashing the red crescent moon fiercely. Boom! The whole earth shook a few times as if a dragon had turned over. The huge pit, accompanied by the shock wave, blew away countless people and land around it, and a huge basin-shaped pit replaced the original plain. "Ah." Victor looked at the figure below him and chuckled. But then, his expression froze slightly, and with a bang, a huge force came from under his body.