"If you are scared, just wait here. In a while, Kozakura will be completely free." He patted Kozakura's head dozingly.

Turning his head, the gentle expression in Ropey's eyes disappeared, and the fermenting tyranny filled his heart, which made his substitute in a state of excitement, as if he couldn't wait to taste the fear of the great magician.

"Lancer, smash it."

—

Jian Tongzang Yan felt that today may be the worst day in nearly a hundred years.

A crazy Master disregarded the regulations of the Magicians Association and attacked the base camp of the Imperial Family. Not only that, but also weirdly aware of the weaknesses and characteristics of his insect magic, and constantly kills the spare insects he placed in the room. It was originally set. The hidden magic of Servant doesn't seem to exist under the perception of Servant.

"Damn... that fellow Yan Ye."

Jian Tong’s dirty inkstone has used the engraving insects to contact Yan Ye more than once, and even controlled an insect riot, but the information is like a mud cow entering the sea without any news. Jian Tong Yan Ye just bears the pain of the insect’s body. There was no response from Jian Tong dirty inkstone.

boom!

With a loud noise, the stone gate of the insect cellar was violently split open. The rubble was splashing, smashing a lot of engraving insects to death.

"Jiantong dirty inkstone, I feel very sorry for you."

Rope walked towards the old magician behind one hand.

"There is nothing wrong with wanting to live. The undead life is so attractive. There is nothing wrong with squeezing the weak. Without power is inherent sin. To get the Holy Grail, there is nothing wrong. The root of all legal principles is an irresistible poppy. …"

Putting down his palm, Rope looked at the dirty inkstone cruelly.

"But, the human race needs a bottom line. When you continue to cross your own bottom line and take the persecution of a young girl for granted, then you will be killed by humans and it will also become a matter of course. "

"Master of Lancer, it seems that you have reached some consensus with the old man's unfilial son Yan Ye..."

Although it was an interrogative sentence, the damp voice of the dirty inkstone was full of affirmation.

His eyes flickered brightly, and finally he focused on the timid little girl lying on the door frame beside Dilumudo.

"Kill the old man in exchange for the freedom of this little girl... Didn't Yan Ye say this? I just don't know what kind of reward his broken body can pay you?"

Chapter 29 The Conquest of the Tong Family (4)

"Besides the Holy Grail, what else can make me kill a great magician?"

Rope said naturally, and then showed a gloomy expression.

"However, this is just my previous opinion. When I saw that girl, I decided to kill you with the simple reason of ‘I don’t want you to live’."

"Oh? Will magicians also have mercy and compassion? This is the first time I have heard of it."

"It will be the last time you have heard of it."

Luo Pei said calmly, looking at the dirty inkstone as if looking at a pile of rubbish.

"Hidden in Tibet for so long, you just want to delay time. When Jian Tong Yanye can't hold on to his will, use Lingshu to let Berserker stop us. Do you think I don't know?"

Jian Tong Zangyan frowned suddenly and said in a low voice.

"...What did you do."

"I am also a user of water magic."

Rope raised his head confidently and stared at the old bug in front of him.

"I planted magic on him. As long as the engraved insects in his body begin to riot, Jian Tong Yanye's blood will turn into chains of restraint. Although the pain may be doubled, it will undoubtedly bind all the insects. , So you can't interfere with his brain."

This was the dark hand he did during the treatment. When he heard the words of "puppet" by Jian Tong Yanye, Luo Pei set up this magic in his body.

-Although he didn't know it.

"Lancer, attack him with Red Rose. His current body is glued together with magic, turning him into the original appearance."

"Yes!"

Di Lu Muduo responded, and the red magic spear cut off the dirty inkstone again. But this time he was more detailed. The extremely fast-swinging spear technique not only dissipated the insect clones of Jiantong's dirty inkstone, but also killed all the engraved insects, leaving none.

"Still no core."

Luo Pei slanted his eyes and looked at the ‘waves’ constantly surging under the worm cell.

That is the nest of insects, the asura hell-like greenhouse, the former Ma Tong Yan Ye and Ma Tong Ying were transformed into magicians in the **** of these scenes.

Shaking his head, Rope said mockingly.

"Instead of lingering in hiding like this, you can't use magic in the form of a worm, Jiantong dirty inkstone, or do you not even have five hundred years of pride?"

As soon as his voice fell, the sea of ​​worms surged, and the thin body of Jian Tong's dirty ink reappeared on it, but his breath had become much weaker this time. It seems that Lancer's attack was not completely ineffective, he The magic power is also being consumed rapidly.

"Unknown magician, you seem to know the old man's affairs very well." Jian Tong dirty inkstone's voice became venomous.

"How about ending it? The second daughter of the Tosaka family, take it if you want. I admit that I am not your Servant's opponent now."

"No, just kill you, and I have nothing to do without me."

Rope stopped Di Lu Muduo's attempt to attack again and drove the crazy **** into the rocky hard ground with a punch.

Boom!

The earth began to tremble abruptly, and the engraved insects in the worm cell seemed to be frightened and fled indiscriminately. The ceiling of the basement also kept dropping dust.

Facing the imposing power of this kind of building, Jian Tong dirty inkstone shouted with wide eyes.

"Stop! What did you do!"

"What are you doing? It's just locking your retreat." Rope said playfully.

Afterwards, a chain appeared in the eyes of Jian Tong's dirty inkstone—

Rusty, pitch-black chains rose from the ground.

There are on the wall, on the ground, on the ceiling of the room, in the cave of the stone wall, in the bottom of the worm cell, and dozens of chains are dancing in the air.

Chains, chains, chains...

A torrent of iron and steel quickly occupied this basement like vines, intertwined and interlocked, blocking all exits airtight.

"What is this..."

Jian Tong Zangyan looked at this weird scene dumbfounded, and there was no magic related to it in his five hundred years of memory.

From scratch, this is out of the scope of magic, even...