47
Their side was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and the enemy was outnumbered. This was not the first time Li Xiang had seen such a situation.
When Babylonia and the Wise King worked together to build an absolute defense line against the magical beasts, Heram, which covered the sky, the black mud which spread into the sea, and Mother Earth, which was as large as a celestial body, had descended. In a situation where even the rising of the sun on the second day had become an extravagant hope, that battle could not be described as not thrilling, and even the victory that followed was like a miracle.
With this experience, Tachika could comfort himself with any enemy he encountered: It's okay, it's just a small matter. The last human, Masdar, has a strong mentality!
In a sense, this was a sad result of training. But can you talk about cherishing life with a person who doesn't even care about life and death? It's impossible.
Tachika often laughed at himself because of this. Being a Master is not a job for humans. Those who are careless will have to be even more careless, and those who have a fragile heart will be crushed to pieces sooner or later.
But in the end, he came to this broken place and found that being a Divine Inquisitor is not a job for humans.
One of the reasons that bore the brunt of it was —
"Where did that damned fox run off to —!
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Tachika cursed Fox's Aid ten thousand times in his heart. If his leg was not injured, he would have gone to help with a brick!
"You'd better stay here."
Count firmly protected Tachika, who was gnashing his teeth, on his left and right. From time to time, he would kick a few retrograde troops or puppets that fell from the sky. The enemy was as difficult to deal with as sticky candy. Although there was a protective circle of Funerary Deities around them, there were always fish that slipped through the net and approached Tachika. Count had to concentrate all his attention.
"You don't want their efforts to be in vain, do you?"
Of course, Tachika understood the reason.
In the battle, Shan Mo Che Guoguang aimed at the enemy's vital point, raised his sore and weak right arm, and with a not-so-beautiful chop, he barely ended the enemy's movement. But before he had time to take a breath, the blade of a Dachi swept over from the right and brushed his forehead.
"Be careful!"
If it wasn't for Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was fighting side by side with him, restraining the enemy's movements in time, what was cut off just now wouldn't have been Shanmuqie's hair but his nose.
Shanmuqie's throat was dry, and bean-sized beads of sweat continued to slide down his cheeks. Surviving the disaster did not bring him much joy, because there was no time. He turned around. Behind him? The blade was as fast as a hurricane, and he had to use all his strength to block its blade with his sword.
"Ha!"
He struggled violently and blocked it. Katana jumped back and leaned against Tsurimaru's back, who was also retreating.
Shanmuqie did not dare to relax. Twisting his wrist and drawing a few fancy movements in the air, he answered in a low voice, "Who isn't?"
Not far away, Hasebe's eyes were bloodshot, and the frequency and strength of his sword were fast and heavy, not caring whether his body could withstand it or not. It was as if he had turned into a fighting machine. The Daggers' abilities were limited, and they could only protect themselves from serious injuries, so Ichihara could only divert her attention to block in front of her younger brother. The remaining Funerary Deities were in a worse situation. The Time Reversal troops seemed to be endless, and one wave after another came, forcing the circle of protection around the Divine Inquisitors to gradually shrink. In less than ten minutes, the enemy would be able to break through this fragile line of defense, and Tachika would be …
No. This was the only thing that could not be allowed!
Shanmuqie's limbs were filled with strength again, and his eyes were burning with fighting spirit.
"Go!"
He and Tsurimaru shot into the enemy's group at the same time like arrows released from the bow.
48
When Gilgamesh launched the Nth wave of attacks, he finally felt that something was wrong.
Be it the attacks of the Lui Li Sword or the treasures in the treasury, they were effective when they hit the enemy. However, the number of enemies charging at them increased. It was as if the enemy had split into multiple spears, and there was no end to it.
Akechi Mitsuhide, who was at the edge of the vision, stood in front of the culture chamber, calmly adjusting his hair and collar, perfectly demonstrating the definition of obsessive-compulsive disorder. When the king looked at him thoughtfully, he sighed like an uncle with a headache. "My suit is wet, and I'm afraid it will change shape if I burn it with an iron …"
"What should we do, Tachika … My Lord!"
A magic circle suddenly appeared under his feet, and the complicated patterns lit up one after another. It seemed to be a magic circle related to enhancement, but it only took him a few seconds to do it. When did he do it?
No … Gilgamesh quickly realized that it had been engraved there long ago, but now he had added more magic!
Damn it, he had overlooked that they were in the enemy's prepared position!
Tachika suddenly saw that the king had retracted all his attacks, and then raised the Taichi sword and rushed towards Akechi Mitsuhide.
Not good!
"Stop, my king!"
This call was too far away to reach the king's ears, and the Taichi sword pierced towards the magic circle under Akechi Mitsuhide's feet!
"Zi zi zi zi zi zi zi …"
In an instant, the sound of magic entangling with each other was like an electric current, and the silver electric light polished the air around them. Akechi Mitsuhide's magic scrambled to climb onto the Taichi sword, and merged with the magic circuit of the sword. In the center of the storm, the king endured the corrosion of the magic circle and fought against Akechi Mitsuhide, with only one goal — to destroy the magic circle!
However, he heard Akechi Mitsuhide say with a faint smile.
"Then, I will accept your magic power."
The king's red eyes widened, and the flow of magic in his spiritual base was distorted, as if a magic vortex had appeared, and instantly sucked away the little magic left in his body. The king immediately tried to pull the Taichi sword back, but the electric light seemed to have a life of its own, and wrapped around the sword, paralyzing the king's hand, and greedily devouring the king's everything.
"Damn it, you bastard!"
The king's angry roar could not get him out of this predicament, and Guang Xiu continued to increase the power without batting an eyelid. Just as the king's body was about to become thin —
"Gilgamesh, I command you with the command incantation!"
Tachika roared, his voice almost hoarse.
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