"What does Darnick want to do? Not only did he specify the location for the Lancer's decisive battle, but he also specifically specified the location for the battle with Mr. Kenneth."
Weber looked at the letter handed over by his familiar before and carefully examined the address on it.
"It's nothing special. It's just a wide street. Even if you want to set a trap, you can't do it."
"Maybe I am afraid that I will use the enclosed space to temporarily build a small workshop. After all, this guy knows the strength of the monarch family."
Kenneth said disapprovingly, urging Weber.
"Hurry up and ask the hotel to prepare a car. You can't walk this distance with your legs."
"I already informed the hotel when we were in the suite."
Weber nodded, took a few steps forward, looked out the window, and then waved to Kenneth.
"Teacher Kenneth, the car is ready!"
Hearing Weber's voice, Kenneth subconsciously glanced out the window and saw the black car parked quietly on the street, and then walked to Weber's side unhurriedly.
"lets go."
On the streets that were dyed a fiery red at dusk, no one could be seen. Because of the private rooms, even the hotel staff were only on standby inside. Such a beautiful scenery made Weber sigh.
"It feels so quiet, and you can't see any citizens on the street. It's so different from London."
"Maybe it's because of the martial law in the church a few days ago. Ordinary people are not as big-hearted as you."
Hearing Kenneth mention his scandal, Webb touched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Those are no longer important... now is the time to cheer up."
"You're in a really good mood,"
Kenneth glanced at Webber in surprise, wondering how this usually timid boy suddenly became brave.
"Of course, this is my first time participating in a real magic battle. Teacher Kenneth is so serious, and Rider is also working hard, so I have to work harder!"
"That's right. The so-called growth of a magician comes from past experience and accumulation. We must prove that what the family has accumulated since the past generations is not all in vain. This is the meaning of being a successor, and it will be the same in the future. As long as we don't Stop and the road to the root will continue to stretch..."
Seeing Weber's serious expression, Kenneth also smiled rarely. This feeling of witnessing the slow growth of his disciple was also a very novel experience for him.
Suddenly, just as the two walked out of the hotel door and onto the street, the harsh sound of brakes broke the peaceful atmosphere.
On both sides of the street, several cars appeared one after another, blocking the entrances and exits. Then, as the car doors opened, a group of artificial people with expressionless faces who looked exactly like Darnic walked out. Everyone held cold firearms in their hands.
Immediately afterwards, as the flames spewed out, countless bullets poured into the unsuspecting master and apprentice.
Before he could issue a warning, Webb was pulled by Kenneth and blocked from behind.
Not escaping or resisting, coupled with the continued attacks, Webber's sanity was completely offline. He stared blankly at the blood dripping from Kenneth's shoulder to the tip of his nose, and questioned with a trembling voice.
"Teacher Kenneth, what are you doing, Teacher Kenneth!"
What responded to him was Kenneth's cold roar: "Don't make any noise, I'm not dead yet!"
In the large ceramic bottle that Kenneth carried with him, the metallic mercury turned into a sphere at some point and enveloped the two of them.
Weber recognized the name of this ritual, Moon Spirit Marrow. This was a ritual created by Kenneth when he was in his twenties. Because of its outstanding performance and perfect interpretation of fluid manipulation, it soon became El-Melloi's favorite. Represents the attire.
This ritual had already been activated at the moment of the attack, and it was precisely because of this that the two of them survived. Except for the wound on Kenneth's shoulder, there was no merit in this wave of attacks.
"Automatically lock on the enemy, self-disciplined defense, tracking and obliteration!"
Not caring about Weber at all, Kenneth quickly chanted the incantation, and at the end, in an angry tone that sounded like a scold, he issued a counterattack order.
"Scalp!"
The mercury ball surrounding the two people trembled as if in response, and then turned into a thin and long ribbon, and then continued to extend, spreading to the end of the street like a whip at a speed that people could not react at all!
As it moved and extended at high speed, the mercury whip became thinner and thinner, and finally turned into a sharp blade of only a few millimeters, cutting the attackers at both ends into several pieces at the same time, including people and vehicles.
In an instant, the situation was reversed!
"What, my attack was quite accurate? After all, they are just a group of artificial humans."
Before Kenneth could show his proud expression, Webber's cry came from behind.
"Teacher Kenneth, your wounds... are all to protect me. The Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid was not able to completely wrap you up in the first place..."
"Webber, why do you make such a sound... I am your lecturer, Kenneth El-Melloi, the ninth generation heir of the Archibald family. It is my responsibility as a lecturer to protect the students. The bullet doesn't matter, the healing function of the engraving has been dealt with urgently."
Kenneth looked around with a ferocious expression and declared in a majestic voice.
"Danic! Do you think you can defeat me, Kenneth, by deliberately setting this kind of trap on the only way? Just rely on a group of artificial people using guns? I didn't expect that as the leader of the Thousand World Tree, you can't even win the glory of a magician. All lost!”
"In terms of efficiency, using firearms is the most convenient method, nothing more."
Among the corpses of the artificial man, Danik came out and glanced at Kenneth in front of him with cold eyes.
"Now, the death of these artificial humans means that I am the only master."
Danik opened his clothes nonchalantly, exposing the deformed disc on his chest to Kenneth's eyes. "Now, the excitement of brushing against death, coupled with the excitement and anger of fighting, and the desire for victory." Your soul is in perfect condition and it’s time to harvest.”
"Is it just your costume with unknown meaning?"
Kenneth made a disdainful laugh, and his face quickly turned cold.
"But you are right about one thing. My anger is about to burst out! Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid!"
The flowing mercury rushed toward Darnic like a frenzy.
But he just tapped the charm on his chest again, and the next moment, a dense white light flashed on the street.
When the white light flashed, the surging Moon Spirit Essence, Kenneth, who was waving his hands and giving orders, and Webb, who was holding up the amulet and looking determined, all froze in place.
"Yes, this is the normal effect."
Danik looked at everything around him cautiously, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "If it wasn't to force you to use this gift mixed with soul engineering, so that the Sheep Talisman can defeat the enemy with one blow, it wouldn't be so troublesome."
He walked quickly towards Kenneth, then frowned again.
Because he discovered that although most of the Moon Spirit Marrow used for the attack fell into a standby state due to the impact of the sheep spell, the thin film surrounding Kenneth and Webber did not disappear.
"Did you actually retain some authority in the magic seal when activating the ritual through chanting? He is truly a prodigy."
Even though his own research on the soul has reached the level of a championship, Darnik still has to marvel at Kenneth's talent. Unlike him who keeps moving forward on the path of partial science, Kenneth can be said to be a magician. Teacher’s best interpretation of the word genius.
Magic seals are the accumulation of research results from the ancestors of the magic family. They are created to avoid the passage of time. They are organ-like things and are a fixed mystery.
Therefore, the magic engraved in it can be activated by itself just by injecting magic power. Even those who do not understand the secrets of the engraved magic can easily use it. When the inheritor encounters a life crisis, the magic engraved is even more important. It will spontaneously inject power to keep the user alive. In a sense, for the magician's family, the magic engraved is the real owner, and each generation of magicians is just a container to pass it on.
Being able to write his own spells at such an age and using this mechanism made Darnik couldn't help but have some admiration for Kenneth.
"It's a pity that if it were me sixty years ago, I would be helpless about this. But now, prodigy, let's witness the power of a crowned magician."
A grin appeared on Danik's face, and he put his hand on the sheep charm again.
"The so-called engraving is just an organ that determines efficiency based on the fluctuation of blood and the frequency of the soul..."
Suddenly, the mark on his arm slowly lit up, and he made a sound like a scream.
Darnic spit out a mouthful of blood, the madness in his eyes getting deeper and deeper.
"In other words, by adjusting the frequency of the soul to resonate with your mark, and then destroy my magic mark, your magic mark will also be irreversibly damaged!"
"Ahhhh——!"
As the lines engraved on Darnic's arm exploded into clouds of blood, the magic markings on Kenneth's body inevitably became disordered, causing the surrounding mercury to hang down feebly.
Then, Danik suddenly grabbed Kenneth's head, and at the moment of contact, an impact hit him hard in the abdomen, knocking him away.
The pale Weber still kept throwing the amulet and subconsciously supported Kenneth next to him.
"I underestimated you, Webber Velvet. I didn't expect that under the tremor of your soul, you recovered faster than Kenneth. You dared to attack me. You have quite noble courage."
Danik got up in embarrassment, covering his torn belly, but the smile on his face still did not diminish by half.
"It's a pity that you are still one step behind."
Weber looked intently and suddenly found that Darnik's hand seemed to be holding something, but before he could see it clearly, Darnik swallowed him up!
"Teacher Kenneth! Teacher Kenneth!"
As if he realized something, Weber shook Kenneth subconsciously, but the other person's eyelids were clearly open, but the light in his pupils was extremely slack.
"It's useless, he is already a remains," Darnik stood up nonchalantly. After swallowing Kenneth's soul, his face suddenly became extremely rosy, and he didn't even care about the injuries on his body.
He was just about to kill this little troublesome man when he suddenly discovered that Kenneth, who should have been unconscious, raised his fingers and chanted in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
"Boil, my blood."
Following his order, the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid that had just been spread on the ground gathered around him again.
"Did the remnants of the soul temporarily regain its personality from the body under the reflection?"
Darnik sneered and said, "It's a pity, it would be better to die in a coma."
But looking at the gradually surging Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, there was an obvious look of hesitation on his face. Finally, he shook his head, gave up the idea of eradicating the problem, and quickly left the street.
After he and Enkidu become one, he will have plenty of time to deal with this matter. Now that his soul is in such a boiling state, he cannot miss this opportunity. Today, he will squeeze out the last value of Lancer!
After Danik left, Weber didn't even bother wiping his tears and quickly dragged Kenneth into the hotel.
He waited until he re-entered the confines of the workshop and was under the protection of the barrier before he called out again.
"Teacher Kenneth, we are safe...I will help you treat your injuries now..."
"There's no need." Kenneth leaned against the wall and suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Webber. "Webber Velvet, I ask you one thing. Quickly take the engraved article I brought with you." Cut off your hand!"
"quick!"
After hearing Kenneth's order, Weber changed his previous indecision, quickly grabbed a ritual dagger, and used enhanced magic to chop off Kenneth's arm with one knife!
Along with the heartbreaking pain, the corners of Kenneth's mouth twitched to reveal a smile.
"Thank you... Weber, El-Melloi's seal has been disintegrated several times due to that guy's spell, but with such timely disposal, maybe some more usable parts can be retained. I can't let El-Melloi Mero was cut off in my hands like this. The mark went berserk, my soul was missing, and my life was irretrievable."
Kenneth's voice became hoarse and his eyelids began to blink.
"It's all me... If I could be more self-aware... If I didn't come to participate in this Holy Grail War at all, Teacher Kenneth, you wouldn't..."
Seeing this inconsistent teacher fall into death after protecting him, but he was helpless, Weber was overwhelmed with guilt and self-blame.
"Webb Velvet, you don't need to care. This is all my own choice, and it's not your turn to bear it yet."
Kenneth glanced at Weber. A slightly pale voice sounded again.
"I have read your paper carefully. You think that the gap in blood can be bridged through exquisite magic techniques. But unfortunately, this is the most ideal situation. Maybe in the future a hundred years later, after the foundation of modern magic is born, , it is indeed possible, but now, this is contrary to common sense.”
"The so-called magicians are creatures that keep moving forward in order to reach the root. If one generation fails, the next will succeed. Each generation's bloodline and research will directly stand on the achievements of the previous generation, even if it takes a long time, even if it is possible The family line has been cut off due to an accident along the way, but we still won’t stop.”
Kenneth's head hung down weakly, as if he was dozing off, but his consciousness was extremely clear, as if he had left his body and moved towards the beautiful dreamland.
"As long as you don't stop moving forward, the road to the root will continue to extend. Didn't you say you want to subvert the magic world? Not to mention subversion, even if you just change a little, it will be an amazing achievement."
"So, Webber Velvet, don't stop. You are my Kenneth's disciple. As long as you don't stop moving forward, there will definitely be me in front of you."
"Teacher Kenneth!"
Weber's vision had become blurry, and he kept wiping away the tears that were pouring out, but every time the vision in front of him just became clear, more tears poured out.
"I know, Teacher Kenneth, I know...Although you are a member of the aristocratic faction, and you are always pretending to be arrogant, when you are correcting homework, whether it is a civilian student or an aristocratic student, , they will all read it equally, and they will not deliberately hide their secrets when teaching. The happiest thing in my life is meeting a teacher like you."
Although his voice became smaller and smaller, Kenneth's spicy words still did not stop.
"To this day, I still will not take back my evaluation of you. Your past achievements based on theory are nothing but castles in the air, and your past impulsive attitude is nothing but self-righteousness."
"——However, in this extracurricular practice, I will give you an excellent score."
Being able to get such a comment from that stubborn man made Weber subconsciously ask.
"Teacher Kenneth?"
But there was no response from Kenneth.
He is dead.
After a while, in the distant sky, Rider drove his chariot into the barrier like a falling meteor.
"Lancer was suddenly called away by his Master, and then I rushed back. As a result, I felt that the contract was broken on the way. Boy, Master is fine..."
The Conqueror King's voice suddenly stopped, and he subconsciously tightened the reins to quiet the furious sacred cow.
Looking at the corpse in front of him and Weber sitting blankly next to him, Iskandar touched his head, his rough face full of heaviness.
"I actually fell into the trap. I have also neglected my duty. Boy, leave here quickly. The direction of this war is already going a little wrong. These masters don't know what they are planning. They let go of what is within easy reach again and again. Victory, it seems that what they are pursuing is not the Holy Grail at all. Although they are very reluctant, my journey seems to be heading towards the final act."
"No," was a resolute voice that retorted to the Conqueror King.
Weber held Kenneth's broken arm, looked at the command spell above that had not had time to dissipate, and completed the medium's technique in the most precise and serious way in his life.
"Boy, you..."
In the surprised voice of the Conqueror King, Weber raised his head, his face full of steel-like determination.
"If we leave in such an embarrassing state, wouldn't all Teacher Kenneth's efforts be in vain? King of Conquerors, let me become your vassal."
"In the name of me, Weber Velvet... and in the name of El-Melloi, I swear that your journey will not stop here."
With that said, Weber slowly stood up and raised his left hand. On it, two still bright red Command Seals were clearly visible.
(End of chapter)
