Chapter 487 Caster and Caster

The crystallization of the base of Kabbalah magic, the first and most powerful giant among the puppets.

Unlike the mad scientist who tried to create Eve, Avisbron is a magician and the purest puppet maker. His works can only explain the original truth through the natural earth.

Adam, the ancestor of mankind described in the Bible, was finally conceived of this giant standing tall in the fantasy and romance of generations of puppeteers. His tall and sturdy appearance is like the golden human before the Age of Gods.

"The raw materials of the giant are wood, stone, soil, and furnace core. Of course, its weakness lies in the furnace core in the heart. As long as you have the power to penetrate that part with one blow, you should be able to knock him down... No, that's not right."

With the blessing of the Judge, Chiron calmly looked at the giant with his eyes that have discerned countless heroes, villains and monsters.

Analyze the internal structure, master the theory of existence, and trace the flow of magic power. The most critical problem lies in the brain and feet. That giant is more of a servant than a golem, because there is also a spiritual core in its head, and it is impossible to stop the giant without destroying it.

What is more problematic is his feet that are firmly on the ground. This golem has been absorbing the huge magic power flowing into the earth's spiritual veins from his feet - yes, just like the son of the earth goddess Gaia and the sea god Poseidon, the powerful Antaeus.

Therefore, to completely destroy the "Crown Wisdom Light", three powers must be possessed at the same time.

The first is a blow that can actually destroy the spiritual core of the brain. The second is a blow that completely destroys the "core" of the heart. The third is a blow that strips the soles of the feet from the ground.

Chiron turned his eyes and swept across the servants who were bravely competing with the giants with their tiny bodies, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

Fortunately, this time, the heroes were not absent.

But when Chiron and other servants were concentrating on fighting Adam, no one noticed that a silver-gray mist was floating down from the sky garden, slowly and imperceptibly surrounding the masters watching the battle on the top of the city.

When the poisonous mist like sulfuric acid enveloped the magicians and brought a burning pain to their throats, Chiron, Siegfried and Astolfo realized something was wrong with the master-servant contract.

"Master!"

Astolfo turned his head and finally found the fire behind him. The black masters were wrapped in thick fog and lost any sound!

"Master, can you hear me, Master!"

Not only the three of them, but Saber Mordred of the red side also interrupted the attack and shouted to the causal line with an anxious face, but Lion Jiejieli did not respond.

Only the silver bell-like laughter of children echoed in the mist.

"Welcome to the Fog City."

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When the Black side fell into chaos, the Red side was also observing the turmoil under their feet.

They did not intervene because after Achilles, Atalanta, and Karna left, the Red side was destined to only defend the fortress and could not fight against the powerful Black side.

The light of the magic monitoring reflected on the face of the Queen. She glanced at the six guides Lingxia and King Arthur standing side by side, and frowned slightly.

If this Master had not rebelled with her servants, her Holy Grail War would have ended in failure.

But Semiramis would not be grateful to Lingxia. She would only speculate about anyone with the greatest malice.

If it was for the Holy Grail, they would continue to stay in the Black side and defeat the Red side with absolute advantage. The Holy Grail would naturally belong to them.

In this case, why switch to the Red side? If you simply join whichever side the Holy Grail belongs to, then is this Master too superficial?

What is the difference between the Black side and the Red side?

Conspiracy? Purpose? Or...number of people? !

The empress' pupils shrank, and she looked at the gentle smile of Liu Dao Lingxia, and her heart was alarmed.

She wanted to take the Holy Grail alone!

And with King Arthur as her trump card, she did have the strength to do it!

The giant Adam on the ground enveloped the mysterious mist of the black side... Not to mention her and Amakusa, even the black side would never have expected that Liu Dao Lingxia had accumulated such energy without making any noise!

Is that all? Or is it just the tip of the iceberg?

Because of the information gap, the empress did not know the existence of the blue camp, but she was immersed in power and intrigue and still guessed the idea of ​​the blue camp, but it was a pity that the difference was a thousand miles away.

"Be vigilant and use each other carefully..." Semiramis made a wrong decision in her heart. In order to collect intelligence, she began to pay more attention to Liu Dao Lingxia and Altria. Because of this, the empress soon discovered a problem.

"You all... seem to be particularly concerned about the Shuoyue in the clock tower?"

Lixia Liudao can understand it, but why did King Arthur also look at Shuoyue when the rebellious knight Mordred was present?

"I just think his strength is more than that."

Altria didn't think this was something that needed to be concealed, she told her thoughts: "I have fought with Shuoyue many times, so I know very well that he has not exerted his full strength at the moment."

This reason makes sense... Semiramis opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly his expression changed and he turned his head to look at the door.

The sound of calm footsteps sounded, and the puppeteer wearing a golden mask stepped into the king's room.

"Black Caster... Avisbron." Amakusa called out his name with a serious face. Facing the enemy who was still fighting not long ago, the puppeteer replied in a cold tone:

"I have betrayed the Black Side. Just call me by my real name."

He raised his head and looked at the Moon in the magic light curtain. His calm tone finally relaxed a little.

"Is it Moon? Even if I was on guard against him, I still underestimated him."

As a Servant, he could naturally feel where the former Master Roche's Command Spell went and who teleported him to the Sky Garden.

"Even you said so?"

The Queen's face was extremely solemn. With two heroes backing her up and the young man's previous fierce record, she suddenly felt that even Karna was not as dangerous as Moon.

Avisbron, who summoned the 'Crown Wisdom Light', had exhausted his obsession. He came to the King's Room to report. After a brief exchange, he said goodbye and left the room.

At the door of the room, a man in a flashy robe stopped Avisbron.

"There are too many tragedies in this world, and no answer can be the only solution to thousands of tragedies, so there is no absolute savior."

As soon as Shakespeare opened his mouth, he successfully stopped Avisbron. It seems that his previous remarks were heard by the red Caster, which inspired him to sigh.

"Some people perform comedies, while others perform tragedies; some people laugh painfully, while others cry with joy; some people look down from a high place, while others exhaust their strength just by standing."

No one can make everyone cry, and no one can make everyone laugh. The time traveler can't do it, and the reborn hero can't do it.

"So--" The great writer dragged out a long tone and looked up and down with a critical eye, "Why do you think that your puppet can save everything?"

"...I must admit that you are a person with a sharp eye, the red Caster."

Avisbron's cold voice fell into Shakespeare's ears, and he seemed to have noticed something. For the first time since he came into the world, Shakespeare lost the disguise of playfulness on his face, and Avisbron raised his head and looked down at him with an arrogant attitude.

"But that's why you can only record the process, and can't become any 'result'."

After leaving this sentence, the puppeteer who was also a Caster did not stop, but just walked straight and passed by Shakespeare.

The pen of the great writer is powerful, as sharp as a sword, but also fragile, and can be destroyed with just a slight tear.

In contrast, Avisbron's 'creation' is standing on the earth.

Facing the black Caster who left, Shakespeare lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, perhaps, this is the fate of the writer..."

This Caster took a step and walked in the opposite direction of the other Caster.