Utopia is realized.

"I only figured out this trick a few days ago. The offensiveness of'Crazy Hell' is indeed a bit weak, but there is still this way to use it..."

Rope grabbed a chain casually and explained.

"The chains on his body seem to be within a certain range, can multiply indefinitely, and can also be observed by ordinary people. However, these are all trivial matters, and more importantly..."

Crazed Hell's palms gathered black dark matter, lightly covering it on the chain that stretched out.

"...It can spread my abilities in a ‘virus’ way."

The black dark matter walked along the chains to every corner of the room like a living creature.

When it touched the bug in the worm cell, it really showed its fangs, and dropped a dark grimace on the bug’s body at a fast and terrible speed, and every bug that was engraved was still facing the others next to it. Bugs spread dark matter...

-Virus.

There are only such words to describe it.

"Insects are not like animals. They have no fear. So my ability is simply to engrave a tattoo on them. But you are different, dirty inkstone, you have self-awareness, as long as there is a self-aware creature There will be fear, and if there is fear, there will be no escape from my'nightmare looting'"

"I named it ‘Nightmare Chain’."

Rope continued. "I don't know which bug you put your consciousness on. If you ask me to find such a large number, it will be endless, so let's use this method."

"In this way, you can't use your soul to transfer to other little bugs and escape."

"Boy..."

Jian Tong's dirty ink grinned, trying to make a mocking smile, but he found that his face had twitched so much that he couldn't make this expression.

Are you scared?

Having lived for five hundred years, the Holy Grail is about to come again, and he may gain an immortal life... But at this critical time, an unknown magician and heroic spirit combined with that wasteful wild goose night and knocked on the door. …

I... will die?

No, how could it be possible that Jian Tong's dirty inkstone will survive, forever...

Although the heart has been shaken, the five hundred years of tragic wish still prevailed.

Jian Tong's dirty inkstone forced himself to calm down, raised his fingers like dead wood, and recite the magic spell.

Seeing this scene, Rope showed a tricky smile.

Chapter 30 The Conquest of the Tong Family (End)

"Wasser-Ah, erwürgter (water, strangling him

Abandoning the good insect magic, his own water magic has been used for a long time.

Under the damp sound of Jian Tong's dirty inkstone, the moisture in the air began to gather around him, turning into a thin rope. The rope swiftly bypassed the dense chains and attacked Rope.

"German?"

Rope suddenly felt a little funny when he heard the self-mantra of the dirty inkstone.

"Matong's dirty inkstone, even his own spell has been set in German, even after five hundred years, I still can't forget the Saint of Winter... No, even your magic should be taught by her."

There was no need for Luo Pei to do anything. When the hose approached him about five meters, Di Lu Muduo slammed and used the red rose to perfectly destroy the second magic.

After the magic was destroyed, Jian Tong's dirty inkstone didn't care, but hurriedly read the next spell.

"Thorn! (Thorn

The water droplets that should have lost their effect changed their shape during the splashing process, becoming one after another, like long and thin poisonous needles.

It's densely packed, I'm afraid there are hundreds of them.

They stab at Rope at a faster speed than before.

...Deserves to be a great magician.

With Kenneth's memory, he knows that it is not difficult to release a magic, but to add other changes to the magic that has been released, it requires very superb skills, because it involves quite delicate things. It is impossible for novice magicians to learn.

—But it didn't work.

The power of heroes over humans is absolute. In front of Lancer, who is known for his agility, this kind of speed attack is still not enough.

The Red Rose was airtight by him, and those sharp water spines without exception turned into clear water after touching the magic spear, dripping onto the dark green stone slab.

"Good job, Lancer," Rope praised.

Dilumudo smiled slightly and carried the gun on his shoulder.

"Compared with Saber's sharp edge, this kind of attack is not in the eyes of the next."

"No! Jiantong dirty inkstone can't die here!"

Seeing that the magic had no effect, Jian Tong's dirty inkstone's eyes began to flush, and he roared and shouted.

"Hatch all!"

At this point, Jiantong dirty inkstone actually planned to hatch all the engraved worms without reservation, and turn them into bladewing worms to gain a bit of vitality.

"Do you think I'm the kind of protagonist who waits for the boss to zoom in!"

With a move with his right hand, Luo Pei violently pulled down the chain next to him.

"Come out for me, your core!"

The chain didn't know when, it had already circumvented behind the dirty inkstone of Ma Tong, and under the command of Luo Pei, it suddenly launched an attack on him.

After a fierce puncture, a disgusting insect was dragged out of the body of the dirty inkstone by the chain. When the worm was pulled out, the engraved worms that originally formed the shape of the "Jiantong Dirty Inkstone" scattered and fled.

The worm kept twisting and uttered a sharp human language.

"No! How did you find it!"

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

As soon as Luo Pei took his hand, he dragged the distant chain to the ground, watching the disgusting engraver struggle constantly, trying to break free from the ugly state of the chain.

"Although you can disguise a human form, you cannot make the source of magic power. When you use magic, the magic power will inevitably circulate from the bug you are boarding. If you give up resistance, I may have to work harder, but you I used magic but it was right in my arms...Unfortunately, I am a type with a more sensitive perception of magic power."

From the time when the magic circuit was successfully transplanted, Rope discovered that his body would subconsciously perceive magic power. After such a long period of magic, even his own eyes could see the flow of magic power.

Perhaps this is the prototype of the magic eye, right? Rope thought so.