Giving away heads?
Hassan, a thin man, had a cold look in his eyes, holding a scimitar and sneered:
"Stop bluffing, Berserker has been eliminated, even God can't save you today!"
"Do it!" Hassan, another old man, said in a conspiratorial tone.
The two Hassan exuded terrible murderous intent, and their cold breath made the temperature in the dark room drop a bit.
But before they could take any action, a burst of rhythmic footsteps sounded, each step seemed to hit their hearts, making their breathing stagnant.
Phew~
The wind roared, and the surrounding light dimmed. Footsteps quickly approached, and an extremely oppressive aura came from behind, like a whirlpool that swallowed all souls.
"The calabash babies saved grandpa and sent them off one by one. Such kindness makes me a little embarrassed."
The joking voice echoed in the room. Ren's whole body was surrounded by a strange light like blue smoke. He was holding the invisible holy sword in his right hand and placed one hand on the shoulder of the thin Hassan.
This──
The terrifying aura like a demon oppressed everything around them, and the air seemed to be stagnant. The two Hassan trembled and turned their heads with difficulty.
"You...you are Caster, and you are still alive. How...is this possible?!"
The thin Hassan trembled all over and stammered. He glanced at the strong and powerful palm on his shoulder and did not dare to move rashly.
The corner of Ren's mouth curved up with sarcasm: "It's just a bitch who knows how to say the same lines every day."
This is the second time Hassan has asked this question.
Each personality of Baimian Hassan is independent. Before the exchange of information, the memories between them are not shared.
That's why they were able to join forces to deceive a certain unlucky guy and let him go to the Tohsaka Residence to have his head killed on the first night.
"you……"
Just as the skinny Hassan was about to say something, a phantom appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could react, Ren's left hand instantly grabbed his neck!
The magic power that spread to the palm of his hand burst out immediately, his arm muscles suddenly exerted force, and his wrist snapped!
Click~
There was a sound of bones and muscles breaking. Hassan's upright head was tilted horizontally. His weak body was lifted up by Ren and then thrown in front of another old man, Hassan, like trash.
Hassan, who looked like an old man, hunched over, glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eyelids twitched under the white skull mask, and he took a breath of air.
Let alone rescuing his companions, he didn't even react. What made him feel strange was that before the other party took action, he didn't even feel a trace of murderous intent leaking out.
He suddenly understood that the other party was also good at condensing aura, which was a different technique from "aura blocking". No wonder it was difficult to track this Caster before.
"Don't be afraid. I always respect the old and care for the young, so I won't make things difficult for you." Ren looked at the remaining trembling Hassan and suddenly grinned, "Old man, you can kill yourself to avoid suffering."
Hassan: “…”
Do you have any misunderstandings about respecting the elderly and caring for the young?
At worst, he would die. Hassan, who looked like an old man, suppressed the fear in his heart and reprimanded in a stern voice:
"Impossible, don't deceive others too much! As the nineteenth leader of the Assassination Cult who inherited the name of 'Hassan Sabah', we are the only ones who can harvest other people's lives!"
“Haha, Baimian Hassan, a trash like you has the nerve to brag that you are the 19th generation mountain old man, you really shame the first generation mountain old man.
Forget it, I'll kill you to clean up the house for him, lest you continue to be embarrassed here! "
Ren sneered, and the invisible sword in his right hand trembled, bursting out with brilliant golden light, and the sword shone in the center of the atmosphere where a whirlwind rolled up.
"I'll fight you!"
Upon seeing this, Hassan, who looked like an old man, let out an unwilling roar, looking very tragic. He picked up the sharp scimitar and rushed forward, slashing the enemy's neck with the blade.
"I just like people with iron heads, so let's see who's tougher." Ren swept forward with his sword in both hands, imitating the tone of King Da Mao and shouted, "King of Wind Hammer!"
The air mass compressed with ultra-high pressure in order to protect the holy sword was released from the invisible barrier──it roared like a dragon flying into the sky!
boom!
There was a dull loud noise, and the ultra-high-pressure wind bomb condensed into a solid body and hit Hassan!
The white skull mask shattered, Hassan's body instantly twisted and deformed, and the bones and muscles made a heart-breaking sound of shattering, mixing with the blood.
Like a slap from an invisible giant hand, Hassan squeezed out the airflow and flew backwards like a cannonball, carving a path and hitting the wall.
puff!
Just like a mosquito was swatted to death on the wall, when the wall trembled and buzzed, a gorgeous blood flower also bloomed.
After a while, Hassan's body, which was stuck to the wall, slowly slid to the floor under the influence of gravity.
"Yeah! This steady and powerful hitting feeling is simply amazing, comparable to a home run. Take a look, are there any other idiots in the castle? I want to try it again!"
Master Ren was in a very good mood. In the dark room, the whistling breeze quickly gathered again and enveloped the gorgeous golden sword body, making the holy sword invisible again.
"This... seems to be gone. These are the last two Hassan." Kariya's eyelids twitched and the corners of his mouth twitched as he replied.
Poor Assassin died a tragic death.
He glanced at the mutilated corpse beside the wall, and suddenly felt that his side was the villain.
No, maybe it’s because evil people have their own way of doing things.
"Gone."
Irisviel checked the crystal ball and determined that the Hassan invaders had been wiped out.
She stared at Ren holding a ball of "air" in his hand, unable to suppress the curiosity in her red eyes, and asked:
"Wu Ming, how come you...like Saber, you also have this special treasure that can gather whirlwinds?"
"This is the Wind King Barrier. Strictly speaking, it's just a magic trick. As a Caster, it's not surprising that you can do this, right?"
With a smile on his face, Ren suddenly felt that Artoria's skills were very useful. He had already learned the light cannon and Wind King Barrier, and he could also "release magic power". Although he didn't have the intuition, he had an eye for it.
He can now be seen as a pirated version of King Arthur.
"Yeah?"
Irisviel glanced at him suspiciously. The woman's intuition told him that Wuming seemed to have just mastered this ability. So, when did he...
'Wait, there's no need to disperse the Wind King's barrier, just leave it to me. '
With a flash of inspiration, Irisviel suddenly remembered what Caster said in the afternoon, and looked at him with a little surprise. Not only the sword, but also the magic was copied?
Smart woman.
Ren noticed Irisviel's look of realization in her eyes and sighed, but he had already got the thing, so it didn't matter if he was noticed.
Because the next required Noble Phantasm can only be snatched by force.
