The thrown monster could only crawl on the right-angled roof, his own tail of uneven size, full of qi that was infinitely extended, wrapped around his body, and no matter how he struggled, his strength could no longer cope with this tenacious place.

Then, the monster slowly returned, as if buried in the walls of the room, and gradually disappeared 4.4 and disappeared.

In fact, although Wang Mu's statement is somewhat exaggerated, the Wang Tingda Hound also has its limitations. When they cross the boundaries of time and space, they must also pass through a certain range of degrees, usually as long as they are less than or equal to 120 degrees, they can be materialized.

This also means that if the Hound is the target, as long as it lives in a circular room that is completely free of edges and corners, it is possible to avoid the time for the jackal to chase after him. Feng Qili never had a chance to know these words again

"Outside of time, eternal solitude is swallowed up by hounds," God said. May your God love you.

Wang Mu watched as the pastor gradually disappeared into the corner of the room, pretending to pray. Feng Yili was dragged into the gap of time, and Wang Mu also lifted the dissolving capsule of the magical effect, which restored the entire room to its original appearance, but the battle was still inevitable.

At this moment, a low voice came from the hallway.

The acid-corroded door slammed open. The eight-legged beast stopped in front of Wang Mu and kept rubbing its head against him to show affection.

"You're late enough, the border is so troublesome?"

Wang Mu touched its head to calm it down.

“------!”

"Huh? Food eaten late at night... Is anyone dead here?" Hearing the cold spider say "eat supper", Wang Mu asked suspiciously.

"You only eat humanoids, right?"

“-”

"How can there be a Red Clan...... Wait a minute. ”

Suddenly remembering something, Wang Mu grabbed the forelimbs of the big spider and held it up to look at it.

Sure enough, on that sharp front foot, there were fragments of flesh and blood, the fabric of the red clothes, and blood.

"Shichen's distant class!" 6"

At this point in time, at this point in time, the only person who can wear a red suit is Master Convoy.

But the cold spider called him "corpse......

Wang Mu watched Feng Qili's words disappear into the corner of the room, revealing a residual expression.

"Really, don't forget to kill your teacher at the moment when the enemy is attacking...... Silver Phoenix Yili is even crazier than I thought.

“------?” The spider raised its head and looked at Wang Mu in confusion.

"Ah, nothing, and it's hard for you."

Wang Mu put these inconsequential things behind him and looked at the huge purple spider.

"Go back to sleep and get some rest. Next time I will personally hold a grand sacrifice for you to have fun. ”

“------!!!!!”

"Oh my God, don't jump up, you're too heavy......"

Unleashed from the summoning, the Purple Giant Spider returns to its crazy home, in a cloud of filth.

Wang Mu stood up in frustration and rubbed his head.

"Really, like a child...... Huh?"

Wang Mu's hand seemed to be pressing something, moving suspiciously.

It was a white letter with a golden thread on the back and a kind angel on the wax.

The recipient wrote the name of the "Speech and Ritual", and despite the bloodstains on the edges, the letter was rarely damaged during the battle.

"From ...... French Cistercian abbot?"

Having never heard of this name, Wang Mu was driven by curiosity and subconsciously opened the letter carefully.

"To the priest of the Third Plenary Session of the Eighth Central Committee, Feng Qi. In recent days, I have received a young nun from a remote parish whose body already bears the seal of the Divine and is of unparalleled glory. After further investigation, it was you who gave this girl away for adoption a few years ago. Therefore, we would like to ask you, this girl, is not a "product" of the Eighth Secret Society. If that's not true, we hope you'll allow us to train her to be a good exorcist and contribute to the church......"

Wang Mu was stunned.

In this letter, he discovers a name that is very familiar, but certainly not related to the Fourth Holy Grail War.

—Carlin.

To be exact, this is the daughter of a hopeless man named Yan Feng Qili.

She was born in the southern European republics, and her mother, Claudia Aldria (), committed suicide a year after her birth. On the other hand, his father went to his native Japan in the Far East to do church work, and his father was a pastor of a local church.

This was also the beginning of her tragedy.

The father who adopted Kalian was not a good bird, and not only did he not give the girl proper treatment, but instead coveted the foster care fee given by Yu Fengqi, which prevented her from going to school. Not only that, but he refused to baptize her on the grounds that "it was a sin for his daughter to commit suicide" and let her work as a free laborer in the early years of the church.

In the days that followed, the priest, who was identified as a failure, was sent to a stricter monastery - the Cistercian monastery in France, where, thanks to the scars on his body, he learned to exorcise demons.

Looks like just a poor girl, right?

But what happened next was enough to make Wang Mu sick.

Her work, although called "The Exorcism," does use her own masochistic medium to lure possessed male demons to Qin and thus complete the ritual of exorcism.

"Is this really your own daughter?" Endure to push her to hell......"

Wang Mu looked at the end of the letter, which had two big "yes" written on it. "I think the original job is very strange, why is it a cadre of the Eighth Secret Tracking Conference, but the daughter of Feng Qili has to suffer that kind of crime, it was approved by you personally."

The palm that kept holding the envelope shook, making Wang Mu a little unable to grasp it.

Good weight.

It's really heavy.

This is the first time.

Wang Mu knew that what he had now was not just a piece of paper, but the happiness of a young and innocent girl for the rest of her life.

As long as they can't see it, they will leave this letter, and if they haven't heard a reply from the Cistercian monastery for so long, they will definitely carry out the exorcism ritual according to the original plan.

Wang Mu didn't want to see it.

Whether it is spiritual purity or hypocrisy, just like Xiaoying, Wang Mu does not want to see the tragedy in the original book happen to his own hands.

"Why did I pick up this letter...... I don't have time to worry about things far away in France.

Wang Mu was remorseful, but there was nothing he could do.

The content of the letter had been deeply imprinted in his eyes, and if he didn't pay attention to it, it would turn into a bunch of Wang Mu's demons and monsters.

"Cut... Death still wants to put me together, garbage daddy. ”

Dissatisfied with the scolding words, Wang Mu hesitated for a while and put the letter in his arms.

I'll take care of that.

But let's get Gilgamesh down first...... Far away from Ban's house, four heroes are captured.

That's right, three against one.

Raging Lancer, Lancer DiMudo, and Saber Altoya are three souls with their eyes fixed on their old enemy, Gilgamesh the Archer.

The glittering golden treasures around the Golden King, breaking through the ground around him, must have gone through a hard battle.

Of course, there is only a "hard fight" for the other three heroes.

Gilgamesh didn't even have dust on him.

"Huh?"

Just as the saber was about to attack again, Gilgamesh looked in the direction of home and frowned.

"Did that demon crash into his master and run away without any divine support?" He did it...... Yay, you've disappointed the king.

Wang Mu killed his master? What a reliable guy ...

The saber was clenched tightly in his hand, and he examined the Dark Knight ten meters away.

I never thought I'd be able to fight you... My friend.

Lancelot has always been on the verge of violence because of the saber in front, but due to the restraint of the Wild Night Command, he has to change the focus of his attack and work together against Gilgamesh.

But judging by the creaking of his own armor, the saber was probably more likely to be killed.

"Now that your master is dead, Archer, you've probably given up resisting, right?"

Dirumudo's handsome face was a little embarrassed. Compared to Lancelot and Sabre, Jumbo is a loser when no one can stop him.

"Huh? Bastard, you're talking stupid things. ”

Archer showed off Durumudo, as if stating some rules, and said slowly.

"With this king, no one can restrain me, even if I don't need a master!"

“…”

As long as you act alone for a hero, you can move freely even without a master.

If the level is + or higher, even if you use Great Magic, you don't need support.

Hero hero Wei Gong Shi Lang, you can't see 5 battles, and the individual actions have gone through a lot of battles that consume magic power without a master, or are they as strong as cockroaches to support to the end, the shadow of success one.

"Trouble, King's Knight, do you have any good plans?"

Dimdo turned to his significant other with a headache and asked the blonde.

"We must be the ones who fail like this. No matter how much treasure we dig, there is no indication that his treasure chest has been dug to the end. ”

"With my treasure, I may be able to overcome him."

The saber is reminiscent of the archers – and the Holy Grail – and at the end of the last war, it was overwhelmed by a torrent of light.

"I just don't know if the other party will come up with a competing treasure to deal with, after all, it is the archetype of the oldest king who has all the treasures, don't be careful."

After all, I didn't even think about myself at the time. The archers would command themselves to free the Holy Sword with a spell, which caused the archers' sewers to capsize.

If you do this now, then it is impossible for a heroic king who can fight the knights head-on without a killer.

"It's true, but there's no other way, is it?"

Dimudo smiled, picked up his gun, and walked slowly forward.

"Lancers?"

"Peace of mind, paladin, let the Berserker and I deal with the rain of artifacts. You can release artifacts as soon as possible. Lancelot is following my offense, so don't worry about him. ”

"But......" Saber hesitated. If I put the treasure out, if you are so close to me, you will be affected. Maybe it could be worse. ”

"Don't worry, if we can't solve this dangerous situation, we won't live up to our reputation as heroes."

With these words, he went on the offensive again, brandishing his spear at breakneck speed.

In order not to be defeated, the Berserker followed Lancer and lunged at him with a sword in one hand.

"Damn bastards! Don't think that the miracle that happened last time will happen again!" Gilgamesh waved his arms, and from the "King's Treasure" emerged a group of jewels, as numerous as stars.

When does it rain?

Lancelot and Diromuldo do their best to show the limits of their martial arts, as if facing an army that fights bravely.

With the burning of spears and swords, the saber returned to the way he once led his noble knights into battle. “… Your efforts will not be in vain!"

She raised the boundaries of the Wind King, and the golden sword revealed itself with the roar of the storm. The bright blade illuminates the darkness, as if it had been promised a covenant of victory.

The king of the knights, putting all his strength in his hands, raised the golden sword.

Light is collecting.

It seems that his supreme task is to ignite this divine sword, and the light is infinitely condensed into a dazzling light.

This dazzling sword is the result of a prayer called "Glory", a lifelong pursuit and cherished dream of all soldiers who have sacrificed their years on the battlefield.

The saber looked serious, shouted Pauly's real name, and waved his hand.

"Oath - Sword of Victory!!"

It's a flood of light.

Galloping, roaring, never stopping to run forward.

The night was pierced by this light, just as Moses had divided the sea, broken through all obstacles, and walked straight to the heroic king who stood above the sky.

And dodged the moment he said his real name, but was still burned by lightning.

"What......!?"

Archer had no idea that his partner would suddenly break free from the treasure trove.

But it was too late.

Guanghua gathered into an arrow and shot the Golden King to the ground.

"Damn !!" The gems on the sabers spread their light far and wide, so much so that Wang Mu went outside, holding a pile of gem magic books in his arms, and noticed something unusual in the sky.

"Has the treasure been liberated?" Clenched his fists, Wang Mu was a little excited.

"Well, if I could play "Ex Machina" now, there would be no life and no death......"

Some reluctantly, but to no avail.

If he had chosen some not-so-old masters at that time, he would have been able to do it now, but it would have damaged the essence of his body, which was exactly what Wang Mu didn't want to see. Not only hero kings, but knights must always be vigilant. His "king's army" is not a fuel-saving lamp.

Wang Mu is the kind of person who likes to take everything that can happen into his own hands - a person who is very controlling. This practice of putting victory on others made him uncomfortable.

… Even if you have sent a head in the past, you may still be waiting for the news silently.

Wang Mu clasped his hands in his arms and walked quickly towards the hillside.

He was a little worried about that wild goose night.

From the ceremony of Feng Qi, who had just been killed, Wang Mu had been contacting Yan Ye with the "Heart of Language", but it was rare that that guy didn't give him any reply~.

After a short climb, the young cold spider felt its owner coming and happily circled around him like a puppy.

Wang Mu touched its head and saw Alice, who had been staying there.

The silver-haired man was performing a magic trick on someone else, a "healing magic" done with a light green light.

Bitten by an icy spider?

No... It was a night of wild geese.

Wang Mu was silent for a while, walked over to the silver-haired lady, and squatted down.

"How is he?

Overnight, Tong Yan's eyes were unconscious, and the whole person exuded the smell of insects, if his chest did not rise and fall slightly, was Wang Mu afraid that it was a dead person?

“… Heart failure, liver, kidneys, lungs are all eaten by worms and turned into magic.

Alice Phil opened her red eyes, retracted her magic hand, and shook her head.

"No, healing magic is a magic that overdraws the body's potential to heal. The man's body was completely ruined, and I was afraid that after 15 minutes, his heart would stop beating. ”

"Uh..."

Wang Mu's eyes were black.

Originally, he also estimated that Wild Goose Night would have at least three days of active time, but he forgot that Lancelot's activities would cause a huge magic consumption, and tonight's war was between the limits of Tong Wild Night.