Chapter 178:

The mercury that fell to the ground was like a living thing, forming a huge sphere

This is the strongest magic dress Kenneth holds - the Moon Spirit Essence.

Magic attire is a prop that magicians use as support when performing magic. In short, it is equivalent to the existence of a magic wand, but with more functions.

Kenneth is well versed in the magic of fluid manipulation. And the unique battle dress Moon Spiritual Essence he created from this is able to use mercury filled with magic without a certain shape as a weapon, and manipulate it into any shape at will.

Kenneth is very fortunate that because of the plan to lead the heroic spirit, he deliberately took this massive 140kg killer out of the stronghold to protect himself, otherwise he doesn't even have a magic dress that is handy.

"Self-disciplined defense! Automatic search for enemies! Automatic attack!"

As Kenneth sang in a low voice. The sphere of mercury vibrated rustling on the surface as if in response.

The elevator headed towards the 32nd floor with a large amount of mercury and Kenneth.

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Dirumudo stood up, glanced at Kenneth who was striding forward, raised his head, stared straight at the top floor of the hotel, bent his knees deeply, forming a right angle of 90 degrees, and then kicked his toes sharply.

"boom--!"

There was a blast of dust and dust, and a pair of shoe prints with a depth of 1 cm and a clear texture were immediately printed on the cement floor.

With the explosive force of his leg muscles, Di Lumuduo got rid of the planet's gravity and continued to climb upwards. This leap raised the height by 100 meters, forming a perfect arc and crashing into Hyatt. The facade of the hotel.

After getting close to the outer wall of the hotel, Dirumudo tapped the wall with his toes, relieved the impact with superb skills, and then ran at high speed on the wall of the hotel.

In Dirumdo's view, compared to the elevator, rushing directly from the wall into the room on the 32nd floor was the fastest way to rescue Sora and block Lancelot, so he chose this method.

While running, Di Lumuduo pulled out Huang Qiangwei and anger behind him, his eyes were solemn, because he had already reached the broken glass window on the 32nd floor.

"Death!!!" With heavy afterimages, Di Lumuduo passed through the glass window and appeared in front of Lancelot. The yellow rose in his hand suddenly turned into a yellow/colored lightning, and it crossed in an instant. A few meters away, hit Lancelot in the face.

Chong——!

At the moment when DiLumuduo appeared, Lancelot put his hand on the sword hilt at his waist and pulled it out sharply, the atmosphere was suddenly torn apart, and a crescent-shaped sword energy followed Lan Sloter's drawn sword appeared in the night sky.

The sound of guns and swords resounded through the sky.

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On the 32nd floor of the hotel, in the corridor in front of the elevator, Emiya Kiritsugu was arranging the battlefield, with rifles, grenades, light machine guns, bazookas, high explosives, and as many as tens of thousands of bullets.

This is the weapon and equipment that he spent years of savings to purchase, and this equipment is equipped with a set of 20 places in Fuyuki City.

And the Hyatt Regency Hotel, which was locked as the stronghold of Master Kenneth, naturally stored a set.

Previously, after learning that Sora jumped off the building and seeing Kenneth rush back, Emiya Kiritsugu knew that the battle was inevitable. After all, he was now in Kenneth's magic workshop, and Kenneth had a way to trap him. .

Then, it's just a face-to-face fight.

Emiya Kiritsugu watched the number of floors displayed on the elevator display in front of him and picked up his machine gun.

"Ding--!"

The elevator door slowly opened, and the figure of Emiya Kiritsugu standing in front of the corridor appeared in front of Kenneth's eyes.

"Then let's start, cruel magic fight!!" Kenneth grinned, showing an extremely ferocious expression, and then his face was stunned.

"mentally retarded." Emiya Kiritsugu said softly, and then the sound of the muzzle turning suddenly sounded.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

Tongues of orange flame burst out like blooming flowers of death from the muzzle of the M134 rapid-fire machine gun, which was carried by Emiya Kiritsugu on his waist and held in place with his magic-enhanced hands.

The steel behemoth with a maximum rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute showed its ferocious fangs.

"Self-discipline defense!!" Kenneth's pupils shrank greatly as he watched the fierce flames erupt.

The Moon Spirit Essence at Kenneth's feet jumped in front of the master, and a wall of mercury was erected from the floor to the ceiling, blocking Kenneth's body and resisting the flames of the machine gun.

Countless bullets hit the Moon Spirit Marrow, which had turned into an iron wall, and made a loud metal crash. However, relying on the strong defensive power of the Moon Spirit Marrow, which was processed by magic, none of them reached Kenneth. body of.

Anger is like sulfuric acid, bit by bit corroding Kenneth's heart.

He is a first-class magician, and he would never lose his composure because of his emotions, but now the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano eruption.

"This magic scum, shame, dare to humiliate me like this!!" Looking at the silver wall in front, Kenneth said with a grim face and gritted teeth.

Kenneth, who came from a famous family, thinks that the so-called battle should be two magicians who use their own unique secret techniques to fight each other, attacking and defending each other.

At the same time, it should be able to sigh and admire the magic that the opponent has researched, calmly deduce its true value, and concentrate on performing magic that is a corresponding gift to the enemy's secret magic. Such a noble and boastful gentleman's game, this is what Kenneth knows as "the magician's battle".

But, what he saw now, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he was subjected to the frenzied shooting of modern machine guns that all magicians disdain to use, and he was actually covered in bullets! !

"Damn scum, this is such a fight!!!" Kenneth roared, constantly activating the magic circuit in his body, pouring magic power into the mercury wall in front, and constantly resisting the flames of the machine gun.

Hearing Kenneth's roar, Emiya Kiritsugu curled his lips and said secretly, "He's another magician who studies magic and is stupid, so he should not compromise on his tactics."

Afterwards, Emiya Kiritsugu frowned and stopped when he saw that the bullet was completely blocked by the Yueling marrow fluid.

Hearing the gunshots stop, Kenneth's face was ashen, and he said miserably.

"Are you out of bullets? Then it's my time, I won't simply kill you. Just treat the lungs and heart to regenerate them, and I will slowly torment you from the fingertips."

Ignoring Kenneth's crazy/crazy words, Emiya Kiritsugu blankly picked up the rifle beside him, and carefully pressed a bullet into the magazine.

Chapter 204 Kenneth Elmelo Hawking

The cold moonlight shone on Lancelot's body.

Just before, the ceiling was adorned with beige chandeliers.

But now the ceiling has long been cut open during the battle, and the entire suite is exposed to the atmosphere. The TV, tea table, and sofa have been cut into pieces. Sawdust, broken glass, and sofa leather are all over the dusty brown-yellow tiles. above.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water dripping on the tiles sounded.

Lancelot knelt down on one knee and was wiping the blood that covered his sight. The blood was flowing from his forehead, where a large mouth was cut by a sharp tool, and the white skull could be vaguely seen from the mouth.

His slightly curly blue hair fluttered in the breeze, his helmet had been split in half in the previous confrontation, and the blue armor was covered with scratches from swords, showing embarrassment.

Dirumudo stood in front of Lancelot, shirtless, with eight-pack abs on his strong body, which was covered with tiny scars drawn by sharp swords. At this moment, drops of blood overflowed from the scars, condensing drop by drop. Blood beads, dripping on the ground.

"You are defeated." Di Lumuduo pursed his lips, and his heart was full of melancholy.

Although Dirumdo was a little overjoyed in completing the protagonist's mission perfectly, but at this moment he couldn't be happy, because victory did not depend on his martial arts.