One Thousand Five Hundred and Forty-Eight The Sword that Awakens the Crisis! …
(Thank you very much for the reward of ‘Yunqi Qinggu’!)
Unbeatable!
refuses to die!
Even now, because of entering Fran's 'Ruby Mode', Wu Yan has the power to defeat '(Archer)', but there is magic fog to repair the body of '(Archer)', Even if you can beat it, you can't defeat the '(archer)'.
Now, Wuyan understands what it is like to feel powerless when facing him, and also understand the taste of those who take the true ancestors or undead creatures as opponents.
Tough!
Too difficult!
"Don't think it's all right!"
An angry look flashed in his scarlet eyes, Wu Yan raised his palm and reached for '(Archer)'.
"When even the True Ancestor was killed, I don't believe that a heroic spirit who has no reason to be materialized with the help of a card can always be resurrected!"
After speaking, as if to vent the anger in his heart, a strange wave began to slowly play in the silent palm, as if holding an invisible black hole, absorbing something.
“咿啊啊啊啊啊————”‘（弓兵）’貌似感觉到了危机，怒然一吼，原本只有人形轮郭的身体上，黑色的污泥起伏。
There is no doubt that '(Archer)' wants to take something out of his proud treasure trove once again!
Only, one needs to 'take'. One only needs to 'catch', who is faster, at a glance...
"Too slow..." With the sound of such a sentence, the hand with strange fluctuations was firmly grasped!
"Bang!!!"
"————!" As he had experienced before, '(Archer)' didn't even have time to react. Just as the hand over there was grasped, the body of '(Archer)' swelled up. , burst out.
And the same, around. Those black mists of magic. Gather to the original location of '(Archer)' once again...
"It's not over yet!"
Watching it gradually condense into a ball of mud,
The '(Archer)', who had not yet formed a human form, was enveloped in a mist of pitch-black magic power, and he put out his hands silently. Aim at the mud ball in the center of the dark magic fog. He kept shaking hands.
"BAM!!!"..."BAM!!!"..."BAM!!!"..."BAM!!!"...
Immediately. In the entire space of the 'mirror plane', the sound of explosions rang out incessantly. It turned into an echo, and it sounded like a firecracker in the not-so-expanded basement.
Below, Bazette stared straight at the void in front of him and held hands, each time the almost-formed '(Archer)' burst into silence, and a downright chill emerged in his heart.
If, in that battle with Silent, the opponent was not using the legendary magic spear that would kill with one hit, but a trick that could make the opponent explode with a single gesture, then Baget would definitely have no chance of winning!
After all, even if Baget is proficient in using 'Flakarak ()', it will take a very short preparation time.
And this preparation time, no matter how short it is, is not as short as the speed of a person shaking the palm of his hand.
At that time, if Wu Yan used this ability, Baget didn't even have the time to use 'Flakarak ()', and he would explode and die!
And in the face of such a power that explodes the opponent's entire body, Baget's revival rune magic won't work.
The Rune Magic for Bazette's resurrection is activated at the moment when his heart stops beating, so that Bazette can be resurrected, but it can't be resurrected under any circumstances.
For example, if Bazette's head is cut off, the resurrection rune magic cannot make Bazette's severed head reconnect to his neck.
Therefore, even if the resurrection rune magic was activated at the moment when the heart stopped beating, Baget would die again in less than a second.
As for the whole body exploded, it is even more powerless.
"Who the hell is this man?..." Baggett clenched his fists involuntarily, and cold sweat broke out on his face.
"Are there any dead disciples with such terrifying abilities?..."
Beside them, Daisy and Mikoto, who had heard what Baggett said subconsciously, couldn't help but look at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Didn't you already say it? …
Wu Yan, it's not the inferior product of a dead apostle...
"Bang!!!"
Once again, the '(Archer)' that was about to take shape was exploded. Wu Yan finally stopped what he was doing, while gasping for breath, he stared at the location of the '(Archer)' below.
As always, the dark fog of magic power is slowly gathering there, ready to restore the body of the '(Archer)' that was destroyed with nothing left.
Heroic spirits who borrow class cards to materialize have no real bodies!
As long as there is a class card, the pitch-black magic fog can use the class card as a medium to continuously repair the '(Archer)'!
"It has to be repaired at least a hundred times?..." Looking at the "(Archer)" that was about to take shape again with the addition of the dark magic fog, he breathed out silently.
"It's... it's endless..."
At this moment, Wu Yan suddenly noticed.
The mist of pitch-black magic power that is helping '(Archer)' repair its body seems to have become thinner and less...
This made Wu Yan stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.
correct!
Even if '(Archer)' can be resurrected countless times with the help of the repair of the dark magic fog, the magic fog is also magic, after all, it is limited!
If you continue to help '(Archer)' repair like this, it will be exhausted sooner or later!
At that time, even if '(Archer)' wants to be resurrected, he will not be able to resurrect!
Realizing this, Wu Yan's face also brightened.
"Then, get rid of you as soon as possible!"
However, the silent plan is doomed to fail...
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
The '(Archer)' who had just repaired the torso, head, one hand, and the other hand and lower body had not been repaired, made an unprecedented shrill scream, and the turbid black mud on his body was like boiling water. , fluctuated wildly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
As if full of anger, resentment, and madness, '(Archer)' roared in a high-pitched voice, and he stretched out his hand toward the front regardless of his body that was being repaired.
The black mud that was surging back and forth under ‘(Archer)’ immediately gathered under the outstretched hand of ‘(Archer)’, and like boiling water, a trace of mud flow appeared.
Then, a sword slowly rose from the black mud...
It was a very strange sword.
The hilt of the sword is golden, and the sword jaw is made of three pieces of silkworm chrysalis-like shape superimposed on each other, which are unfolded in turn on the left side of the sword jaw, full of strange patterns.
The blade is the weirdest part.
Not a sharp flat shape.
It is a black column with three cylindrical rotating blades joined to each other.
On the black column, a red line-like vein spreads on it, forming an extremely mysterious pattern.
"That's..." Seeing this strangely shaped sword rising from the filthy black mud, Wu Yan was shocked.
"Could it be..."
"What is that?..." Daisy, Mikoto, and Baggett were puzzled.
"------" At the moment when the strangely shaped sword rose up, '(Archer)' seemed to open his mouth and said something...
Immediately, the hand stretched out in front of him grasped the hilt of a strangely shaped sword...
"Buzz!"
The three jet-black cylindrical rotating blades covered with red veins rubbed against each other in different directions and turned rapidly, and the speed was getting faster and faster, so fast that the sharp chirping produced by the violent friction of gold and iron resounded throughout the entire space.
The space suddenly trembled, and red air flow burst out from all directions, flowing in through the gap between the three cylindrical rotating blades that were rubbed and rotated, and it continued.
In an instant, a typhoon-like red airflow surged throughout the 'mirror plane'.
Space, trembling...
The ground collapsed...
Even the heavens and the earth made an overwhelmed chirping sound...
Wuyan, Daisy, Mikoto, and Bazette's hearts roared wildly in an instant, and a deadly sense of crisis also rose up... (To be continued..)