"What does Danek want to do? Not only did he designate the location of Lancer's final battle, but he even specified the location of his battle with Mr. Kenneth." Weber looked at the letter handed over by the familiar before, carefully examining the address on it. "It's nothing special. It's just a wide street. Even if you want to set a trap, you can't do it." "It's because I'm afraid that I will use the closed space to temporarily build a small workshop. After all, this guy knows the strength of the monarch family." Kenneth said disapprovingly, urging Weber. "Hurry up and ask the hotel to prepare a car. You can't walk this distance with your legs." "I had informed the hotel when I was in the suite." Weber nodded, took a few steps forward, looked out the window, and waved to Kenneth. "Mr. Kenneth, the car is ready!" Hearing Weber's voice, Kenneth glanced out the window subconsciously, saw the black car parked quietly on the side of the street, and then walked to Weber's side unhurriedly.
"lets go." On the street that was dyed fiery red at dusk, no one could be seen, and because of the private rooms, even the hotel staff were only on standby inside. Such a beautiful scenery made Weber sigh involuntarily. "It feels so quiet, and I don't see any citizens on the street. It's really different from London." "Probably because of the martial law in the church a few days ago, ordinary people are not as big-hearted as you." Hearing Kenneth mentioning his scandal, Weber touched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Those are not important anymore... Now is the time to cheer up." "You're in a really good mood," Kenneth glanced at Weber in surprise, wondering how this normally timid kid suddenly became brave. "Of course, this is the first time I have participated in a real magic battle. Teacher Kenneth is so serious, and the rider is also working hard, so I have to work harder!" "That's right, the growth of a so-called magician comes from past experience and accumulation. It must be proved that the things the family has accumulated from the previous generations are not all in vain. This is the meaning of being an inheritor, and it will also be in the future. Stop, and the road to the root will continue to expand..." Seeing Weber's serious expression, Kenneth also showed a rare smile. This feeling of witnessing the slow growth of his disciples was also a very novel experience for him. Suddenly, just as the two walked out of the hotel gate and came to the street, the harsh sound of brakes broke the peaceful atmosphere. On both sides of the street, several cars appeared one after the other, blocking the entrance and exit. Then, as the doors opened, a group of artificial humans with expressionless faces and exactly the same appearance as Danik walked out. Everyone held a cold gun in their hands. Immediately afterwards, while the flames were gushing out, countless bullets poured on the unsuspecting master and apprentice. Before he could issue a warning, Weber was pulled by Kenneth and blocked behind him. Not escaping or resisting, coupled with the ongoing attacks, made Weber's rationality completely offline. He stared blankly at the blood dripping from Kenneth's shoulder to the tip of his nose, and questioned him in a trembling voice. "Mr. Kenneth, what are you doing, Mr. Kenneth!" What responded to him was Kenneth's cold roar: "Don't make noise, I'm not dead yet!" In the large ceramic bottle that Kenneth carried with him, the mercury with a metallic luster turned into a spherical shape at some point, enveloping the two of them.
Weber recognized the name of this dress, Moon Spirit Essence, which was made by Kenneth when he was in his twenties. Because of its excellent performance and perfect interpretation of fluid operation, it quickly became El Mello's Represents formal attire. At the moment of being attacked, this dress had already been activated, and it was precisely because of this that the two survived. Except for the wound on Kenneth's shoulder, this wave of attack did not make any contribution. "Automatically lock the enemy, self-discipline defense, track and kill!" Ignoring Weber at all, Kenneth quickly chanted the spell, and at the end, with an angry tone like a scolding, issued an order to counterattack. "Scalp!" (cut) And the mercury ball surrounding the two of them trembled like a response, then turned into a thin and long ribbon, and then continued to extend, spreading to the end of the street like a whip at a speed that people couldn't react at all! During the high-speed movement and extension, the Quicksilver Whip became thinner and thinner, and finally turned into a sharp blade with only a few millimeters, cutting the attackers at both ends into several pieces at the same time. In an instant, the situation was reversed! "What, am I quite accurate in attacking? After all, it's just a group of artificial humans." Before Kenneth could show a smug expression, Weber's cry came from behind. "Mr. Kenneth, your wounds...are all to protect me, the first time the moon spirit marrow fluid failed to completely wrap you..." "Weber, why do you make such a voice... I am your lecturer, Kenneth El-Melloi, the ninth generation heir of the Archibald family. It is my responsibility as a lecturer to protect students. The bullets don’t matter, the engraved healing function has been dealt with urgently.” Kenneth looked around with a ferocious face, and made an announcement with a majestic voice. "Danic! Do you think you can defeat me, Kenneth, by deliberately setting this kind of trap on the road you must pass? Just rely on the group of artificial humans who use guns? Unexpectedly, as the patriarch of the tree of thousands of worlds, you even have the glory of a magician All lost!" "In terms of efficiency, using firearms is the most convenient method, nothing more." In the corpse of the artificial human, Darnic stepped out, scanning Kenneth in front of him with cold eyes. "Now, the death of this group of artificial humans means that I am the only Master." Darnic lifted his clothes nonchalantly, exposing the deformed disc on his chest to Kenneth, "Now, the thrill of brushing against death, coupled with the excitement and anger of the battle, and the desire for victory Your longing, your soul is in perfect condition, and it's time to harvest." "Is it just relying on your unknown dress?" Kenneth let out a disdainful sneer, and his face quickly turned cold. "But you are indeed right in one sentence, my anger is about to burst out! Moon Spiritual Essence!" The flowing mercury rushed towards Danic like a frenzied tide. But he just tapped the charm on his chest again, and the next moment, a dense white light flashed across the street. When the white light flashed, the surging Moon Spirit Essence, Kenneth who was waving his hands and giving orders, and Weber, who was holding up the amulet with a resolute face beside him, all froze in place. "Yes, this is the normal effect." Danic carefully looked at everything around him, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "If it wasn't for forcing you to use this dress mixed with soul engineering, so that the sheep charm can defeat the enemy with one blow, it wouldn't be so troublesome." He walked quickly to Kenneth, then frowned again. Because he found that although most of the moon spirit marrow used to attack had been put on standby under the impact of the sheep talisman, the film surrounding Kenneth and Weber hadn't disappeared.
"When chanting to activate the dress, did you still leave part of the authority in the magic seal? You really deserve to be a child prodigy." Even though his own research on the soul has reached the level of the crown, Danik still admires Kenneth's talent. Unlike a guy like him who is going straight on the path of partial subjects, Kenneth can be said to be magic Teacher is the best interpretation of the word genius. The magic seal is the accumulation of research results from the ancestor of the magic family. It was created to avoid the passage of time. Things like organs are fixed mysteries. Therefore, the magic engraved in it can be activated by itself only by injecting magic power. Even those who don't understand the mystery of the engraved technique can use it conveniently. It will spontaneously inject power to keep the user alive. In a sense, for the family of magicians, the magic engraving is the real master, and each generation of magicians is just a container for passing it on. Being able to write his own spells at such an age, and using this mechanism, Darnik couldn't help but have some admiration for Kenneth. "Unfortunately, if it were me sixty years ago, I would be helpless about this, but now, child prodigy, let's witness the power of the Crown Magician." There was a sinister smile on Danic's face, and he put his hand on the sheep charm again. "The so-called engraving is nothing more than an organ whose efficiency is determined according to the fluctuation of the blood and the frequency of the soul..." Suddenly, the engraving on his arm slowly lit up, and he made a sound like a scream. Danic spat out a mouthful of blood, the madness in his eyes deepened. "That is to say, by tuning the frequency of the soul to resonate with your engraving, and then destroying my magic engraving, your magic engraving will also suffer irreversible damage!" "Ahhh—!" As the lines engraved on Danic's arm exploded into clusters of blood, the magic engraved on Kenneth's body inevitably became disordered, causing the surrounding mercury to hang down feebly. Then, Danik suddenly grabbed Kenneth's head, and at the moment of touching, a shock hit his abdomen hard, knocking him into the air. The pale Weber was still in the posture of throwing the talisman, subconsciously supporting Kenneth next to him. "I've underestimated you, Weber Velvet. I didn't expect you to recover faster than Kenneth under the trembling of your soul. You dare to attack me. You have quite noble courage." Danic climbed up in embarrassment, clutching his bruised abdomen, but the smile on his face still didn't decrease by half. "Unfortunately, you are still one step away." Weber stared intently, and suddenly found that Danik was holding something in his hand, but before he could see clearly, Danik swallowed him! "Ms. Kenneth! Teacher Kenneth!" As if realizing something, Weber shook Kenneth subconsciously, but the other party's eyelids were clearly opened, but the light in his pupils was extremely slack. "It's useless, he's already a scum," Darnic stood up nonchalantly. After swallowing Kenneth's soul, his face suddenly became extremely rosy, and he didn't even care about the injuries on his body. He was just about to kill the little man who was in the way, but suddenly found that Kenneth, who should have lost consciousness, raised his finger and chanted in a hoarse voice. "Let's boil, my blood." Following his order, the moon spirit marrow liquid that had just spread out on the ground gathered beside him again. "Has the residue of the soul temporarily recovered its personality from the body under the light of the reflection?" Danik sneered and said, "Unfortunately, it would be better than dying in a coma." But looking at the gradually surging moon spirit marrow liquid, he also showed obvious hesitation on his face. In the end, he shook his head, gave up the idea of cutting grass and roots, and quickly left the street.
This matter, after he and Enkidu become one, there will be plenty of time to do it. Now that the soul is in such a state of boiling, this opportunity cannot be missed. Today, he will squeeze out the last value of Lancer! After Danik left, Weber didn't even bother to wipe away his tears, and quickly dragged Kenneth to the interior of the hotel. He didn't call out again until he re-entered the scope of the workshop and was under the protection of the barrier. "Mr. Kenneth, we are safe...I will help you heal now..." "It's not necessary," Kenneth leaned against the wall, suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked at Weber, "Weber Velvet, I ask you one thing, quickly take me with the engraved Cut off your hands!" "quick!" Hearing Kenneth's order, Weber also changed his indecision before, quickly grabbed a ritual dagger, cooperated with the enhanced magic, and cut off Kenneth's arm with one knife! Along with the heart-piercing pain, the corners of Kenneth's mouth twitched into a smile. "Thank you... Weber, El-Melloi's engraving has been disintegrated for several times because of that guy's technique, but with such timely disposal, maybe some more usable parts can be kept. I can't let El-Melloi Melo was cut off in my hands like this. The engraving went berserk, my soul was lost, and my life was irretrievable." Kenneth's voice became hoarse, and his eyelids began to blink. "It's all me... If I could be more self-aware... If I didn't come to participate in this Holy Grail War at all, Mr. Kenneth, you wouldn't..." Seeing the scene where the duplicity teacher fell into death after protecting himself, but he was helpless, Weber was already overwhelmed by guilt and self-blame. "Webber Velvet, you don't need to care, this is all my own choice, and it's not your turn to bear it." Kenneth glanced at Weber. The slightly pale voice sounded again. "I have read your thesis carefully. You think that you can make up for the gap in bloodlines through exquisite techniques, but unfortunately, this is the most ideal situation. Maybe in the future a hundred years later, after the birth of the foundation of modern magic , There is indeed such a possibility, but right now, this is against common sense.” "The so-called magician is a creature that is constantly advancing in order to get to the root. If one generation fails, the next generation will follow. The lineage and research of each generation will directly stand on the achievements of the previous generation. Even if it takes a long time, even if it is possible During this journey, the family line was cut off due to accidents, but we still will not stop." Kenneth's head drooped weakly, as if he was dozing off, but his consciousness was extremely clear, as if he had left his body and walked towards that beautiful dream. "As long as you don't stop moving forward, the road to the root will continue to expand. Didn't you say you want to subvert the magic world? Leaving aside subversion, even if you only change a little, it is a remarkable achievement." "So, Weber Velvet, don't stop, you are my disciple of Kenneth, as long as you don't stop moving forward, there must be me in front of you." "Mr. Kenneth!" Weber's vision had become blurred, and he kept wiping away the tears that gushed out, but every time the vision in front of him was just clear, more tears gushed out. "I know, Mr. Kenneth, I know...Although you are a member of the aristocratic faction, and you usually put on a pretentious arrogance, when you correct your homework, no matter whether you are a commoner student or an aristocratic student , I will read it without discrimination, and I will not deliberately hide my secrets when teaching, the happiest thing in my life is to meet a teacher like you." Although the voice became smaller and smaller, Kenneth's pungent words still did not stop. "Until now, I still won't take back my evaluation of you. Your achievements based on theory in the past are nothing but castles in the air, and your impulsive attitude in the past is nothing but self-righteousness." "—However, I will give you an excellent grade for this extracurricular practice." Getting such an evaluation from that stubborn man made Weber subconsciously ask. "Mr. Kenneth?" But Kenneth didn't respond.
He is dead. After a while, in the distant sky, Rider, driving a chariot, rushed into the barrier like a meteor falling. "Lancer was suddenly called away by his master, and then I rushed back, but I felt that the contract was broken on the way, boy, Master is fine..." The King Conqueror's voice stopped suddenly, and he subconsciously tightened the reins, calming down the raging bull. Looking at the corpse in front of him and Weber who was sitting beside him, Iskandar touched his head, his rough face was also full of heaviness. "It's really been tricked, and the king has also neglected his duty, boy, get out of here, the direction of this war is already a little bit wrong, these masters don't know what they are planning, and let go of the things that are at your fingertips time and time again. Victory, as if what they are after is not the Holy Grail at all, although they are very reluctant, but this king's journey seems to be coming to the final scene." "No," rebutted the King of Conquerors with a resolute voice. Weber held Kenneth's severed arm, looked at the command spell above it that hadn't dissipated yet, and completed the psychic's spell in the most delicate and serious way in his life. "Boy, you..." Amidst the surprised voice of the King of Conquerors, Weber raised his head, his face full of determination like steel. "If you leave the stage in such an embarrassing manner, wouldn't Teacher Kenneth's efforts be all in vain? King of Conquerors, let me be your subject." "In my name, Weber Velvet... in the name of El-Melloi, I swear, your journey will not stop here." As he spoke, Weber stood up slowly, and raised his left hand. On it, two still bright red Command Seals were clearly visible.