In the front yard.
When Ryuga came here, Wei Gong Shiro just finished warming up.
"I'm ready."
After seeing Ryuga coming over, Wei Gong Shiro nodded, and then he was a little curious.
"By the way, Yin-yang, how are you going to strengthen me? It's difficult for ordinary people to win against servants, right? "
It's more than difficult.
Even with all kinds of talents and skills, ordinary people still may not win against third-rate servants, let alone the backbone of the servants.
Although Wei Gong Shiro was not the top Heroic Spirit, he was still a guardian under the suppression power. He was specialized in protecting the survival of human beings, so he still had the strength.
Moreover, Wei Gong Shiro was in a state of full magical power. If he lost his master and exhausted his magical power, he may have a chance to win, but in a state of full magical power, it was almost impossible to win.
"Compared with ordinary humans and servants, the biggest gap is physical strength."
Ryuga responded calmly.
"So, the first step, I will use magic to strengthen your physical strength. I dare not say anything else, but it will definitely increase your physical strength by ten times."
How much?
Increase by ten times?
Is it that terrifying?
Wei Gong Shiro suddenly froze.
Although he was a half-baked magician, it was not that he had no concept of it. It was already good enough for an ordinary magician to double or triple their physical strength.
Increase by ten times? That was not only a matter of magical power, but also a matter of tactics. Ordinary tactics could not reach this level of increase at all.
Even if it was known that the more magical power, the more magical power, there was a limit to its enhancement. After all, it was just a basic level of magic.
It was better to say that the magic extracted from concepts in the world of Type Moon itself was limited by the concept itself. Because the concept itself was born from human beings, the upper limit would not exceed the concept of human beings.
Of course, the principle of Kamikaze magic was completely different from modern magic.
What Ryuga wanted to use on Wei Gong Shiro was one of the Kamikaze magic, the original rune.
The original rune.
It was not even magic in nature, but the power of the Norse god Odin. It was not inferior to any Kamikaze magic, or even better.
However, the original rune was something that only gods could use. The existence other than gods could not exert the full power of the original rune. Therefore, Ryuga's current magic level was not as good as Solomon's. Otherwise, she would not be so much worse than him, at least, she would not be crushed by him.
But even if she only used the rune at the current stage, it was enough to strengthen Wei Gong Shiro by more than ten times... After all, his basic physical strength was very weak.
And the second step of strengthening was — —
"These things are for you."
Liu Xia switched her job class to Archer, then drew a line on her Sacred Bow and took out dozens of potion bottles, which piled up into a small hill on the ground.
"Uh … this is?"
Wei Gong Shiro looked at the pile of red and blue potion bottles in front of him and could not help but swallow his saliva.
"The red one is a healing potion. The moment you take it, it can heal any injury except a broken limb. Even if it is a broken limb, as long as it is connected in time, it can be restored intact. In short, even if you only have one breath left, it can save you."
"The blue one is a magic potion. With your magic power, one sip can restore half of your magic power. After drinking a bottle, you don't have to worry about magic power consumption for a short time."
"These potions can be given to you. They are nothing to me, but you have to remember not to show your wealth. Even if you search the Clock Tower, you can't find a single one of these things. Once exposed, you will be targeted."
Hiss!
Wei Gong Shiro sucked in a breath of cold air.
It was just like the red and blue potions in RPG games. It sounded like a cheat. Every bottle was a priceless treasure, and these dozens of potions were all given to him?
"Aren't you too nice?"
Wei Gong looked at Liu Xia with a gaze that was filled with unspeakable fondness.
Too nice?
Was that so?
Liu Xia had stored thousands of bottles of the same potion in the Sacred Bow. There were even enough herbs to make hundreds of thousands of bottles of the same potion. He could easily take out tens of thousands of bottles of the same potion.
Just dozens of bottles were nothing to him.
"The last step is also very simple."
Ryuga did not pay attention to Wei Gong Shiro's expression. Instead, he stretched out his hand and the two He Blades appeared in his hand.
"No, for you, perhaps this step is the most difficult — — battle. If you want to understand the true meaning of Projection Magic, using battle to understand it is the most suitable."
What a beautiful sword.
Wei Gong Shiro looked at the two blades in Ryuga's hand. His eyes were a little dazed.
These two colored blades, no matter if it was the shape or color, or even the smell that was emitted from them, or even the material that they were made of, they attracted his attention. He could not move his eyes away.
These were the blades that Thousand Children Village made for Ryuga. They had accompanied him for half a year. They had the power to cut off old grudges and misfortune. They also contained Ryuga's path of Sword Saint.
At this moment, Wei Gong Shiro subconsciously began to analyze the basic structure and material of these two blades. He also began to identify the concept of their creation. He also began to feel the experience and skills of the wielder.
It can work!
Perhaps the appearance of Archer had accelerated Wei Gong Shiro's ability. The red-haired young man closed his eyes and tried to project the two blades in front of him.
"Trace (projection) — — on (start) — —!"
Wei Gongshiro reached out his hands amidst the dense magic radiance. His fingers and even his entire body were trembling violently. He clenched his teeth tightly, and his hands gradually grasped two identical colored twin blades!
"Oh? You chose to project my blades? "
Ryuga raised her eyebrows slightly. There was no anger on her face. She just continued to speak indifferently.
"However, whether the projection magic is powerful or not doesn't depend on the appearance of the weapon. It depends on the illusion contained in the weapon. The stronger the illusion you put in, the stronger the weapon you project … Come on, let me give you a score for your illusion."
The strength of the projection weapon would be one level lower than the real weapon.
For example, Ryuga's blades were grade A, and the blades that Wei Gong Shiro projected, no matter how perfect they were, could only reach grade B at most.
However, the strength of the projection weapon did not depend on the grade of the weapon. It depended on the illusion in the weapon.
In short, it depended on the strength of the thought that he put into the sword. The imagination that he put into the sword determined the strength of the sword.
Then, in other words.
If the imagination that he put into the sword reached a level that was comparable to or even better than the real weapon, then the projection of the fake weapon would even have the strength that surpassed the real weapon!
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