But Yan Feng Zhengzheng did not dare to say this in front of Yi Lin.

Yi Lin had a hidden evil spirit between his eyebrows and eyes, and his smile seemed a bit ferocious, which always made Yan Feng fair and illusion that this person was not easy to get along with.

It's better not to talk nonsense.

Yi Lin shook her head and continued to snatch the dead skin. Anyway, even the dead skin could block the bullets, so it was okay to snatch it. He did not hide his speculation and said, "I haven't figured out what to do. But it's nothing more than that Sisia wants to return to the most essential 'ritual'."

Yan Feng looked at Yi Lin in surprise.

Yi Lin smiled: "The Holy Grail Ritual is essentially the seven heroes who fight each other and the magic of the heroes who die will gather on the Holy Grail and eventually condense into huge magic and become a wishing machine that can realize their wishes to some extent - the Holy Grail. But she may not have expected that the theme of this "special point" is the God Generation, and there is also a real Holy Grail here. Well, although it may be false. The heroes will not fight each other, which is inconsistent with the original ritual rules."

Yan Feng nodded impartially and agreed.

"So, she didn't know how to use the Holy Grail in her body to summon seven heroes and re-summon the ceremony. Perhaps it was because of the huge magic power contained here that she successfully accomplished this."

Yan Feng understood justice and stared at him: "In other words, in the end, our seven heroes will still have to fight with the other seven heroes! The surviving party will obtain the real Holy Grail?" Yan Feng's lips trembled slightly and murmured: "The battle between red and black... is the fate of heroes?"

"Battle of Red and Black? Heh, I like this name."

Yi Lin looked into the distance again.

"The fish is almost dead, and it's time for the opponent's 'general' to appear."

...

The opponent's magician used the thunder clouds to greet the Uruk side warmly.

After saying hello, there was no other movement.

It's like waiting.

Whether it is the red side represented by Uruk or the black heroes opposite the black side, they seem to be waiting.

Waiting for the moment of appearance.

Unlike Yi Lin, the seven "pseudo-hero spirits" who come from modern times and have no heroic background, if the seven hero spirits summoned by the other party really come from past and future history, fantasy, and faith in the war, then the hero spirits should have their own style and pride.

Mirien's talent is indeed amazing.

Speed, strength, reaction, and various physical qualities will be severely strengthened in a short period of time, and everyone will have a "discomfort" process.

It’s not that the higher the attribute, the better.

Only by knowing your body and abilities best can you exert your greatest strength.

Of course, the above sentence is relatively speaking, and there is no absolute.

Suppose an ant suddenly possesses the power of humans, then it is not a problem for this ant to easily kill the ant that was once in the same nest.

Under overwhelming strength, all theories are clouds.

But Milien's physical fitness has not improved to such an outrageous level.

In the shortest time, she adapted to new attributes and new rules again.

On the battlefield, Mirien was like a ray of light, shuttled through the monster group, making every move and waving an invisible sharp blade. In front of Mirien's hand armor, the sticky blood gradually exposed the shape and length of the weapon that Mirien deliberately hidden.

at the same time.

Behind the herd.

Sisia, wearing a cloak, flashed.

In front of her, six figures covered in black light were sitting, standing, or lying in different positions.

in,

A handsome blonde man with a gorgeous broadsword around his waist stood with a smile.

A tall man in dragon-patterned armor had long hair tied behind his head and a long spear behind him.

A wild woman with dark skin, scars on her face and a tough face was wrapped in animal skins and iron pieces in key areas, wearing a strange armband on her right arm, lying on the battlefield in an unrestrained posture, staring at the distance with a cold look.

A man with an oriental hole, wearing a black ancient robe and a crown, with an ancient sword on his waist, standing proudly, with a look of despicable arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes.

A man with a beard and in a suit, with empty hands looking around, as if he was very curious about everything around him, and wanted to explore the secrets of the world.

Finally, a girl with long pink hair and pretty face was sitting on the ground, staring at an old-fashioned flip phone in her hand, and her fingers were pressing something on the keyboard. On her thighs, a plain fire axe was placed horizontally.

"You should understand the reason why you appeared in this era."

Sesia said coldly to the six people who were completely uncooperating.

As she said, rolled up her sleeves, there were a total of twenty-one different styles of "spells" on the backs of her hands. Through these spells, she was enough to command these seven powerful heroes from different eras, different time and space, and different countries.

The man carrying a spear took a step forward.

He remained silent, and his eyes, which were as light as lightning, were hiding in the divine light.

In an instant, he locked in the chaotic battlefield, one of the girls who swung his sword and slashed the monster.

"interesting."

The next second,

Dong!

The ground trembles!

The black square gun stairs disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

No!

He hasn't disappeared!

A black stream of light, like lightning, traveled through layers of beasts and broke into the battlefield without warning!

"Look at the gun!"

The person who came was open and upright, a hundred meters away, shouting.

His speed was as fast as lightning.

His gun is like a horse, like a rainbow.

On the battlefield, like a hardworking little bee, she chopped monsters everywhere, and Mirien, covered in beast blood, was shocked in an instant. She had not yet understood what was going on, but her body suddenly became automatic and blocked the invisible sword backwards.

Staff skills: "Intuition"!

A nearly instinctive rapid reflection!

bite!

Mirien blocked the attack from behind, but her feet could not bear the opponent's strength and collapsed to the ground.

The visitor, one man, one shot, was alone and entered the battlefield.

After the sparks splashed, a handsome and resolute face slowly raised after the collision of the gun and the sword, with a faint smile on its face.
Chapter completed!