Hassan, a thin man, had a cold look in his eyes, holding a scimitar and sneered:
"Stop bluffing, Berserker has been eliminated, and God will not be able to save you today!"
"Do it!" Hassan, another old man, said in a conspiratorial tone.
The two Hassan exuded terrible murderous intent, and their cold aura 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 howled, the surrounding light dimmed, footsteps approached quickly, and an extremely oppressive aura came from behind, like a whirlpool that swallowed all souls.
"The calabash babies came to save grandpa and sent them off one by one. Such kindness made me a little embarrassed."
Joking voices echoed in the room, and 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 his other hand on the shoulder of the thin Hassan.
This──
A terrifying aura like a demon oppressed everything around them, and the air seemed to be stagnant. The two Hasans 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 curled up with sarcasm: "You're a bitch, you only know these lines."
This is the second time Hassan has asked similar questions.
Each personality of Baimian Hassan is independent. Before the exchange of information, the memories between them are not shared.
That's why they can 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 strangled 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, and Hassan's upright head turned horizontally. His weak body was lifted up by Ren, and then dropped like trash in front of another old man, Hassan.
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 he didn't even feel a trace of murderous intent leaking out before the other party took action.
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 love the young and won't make things difficult for you." Ren looked at the remaining frightened 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 go too far! As the nineteenth leader of the assassination sect who inherited the name of 'Hassan Sabah', we are the only ones who have the right to harvest other people's lives!"
"Haha, Baimian Hassan, a trash like you has the nerve to brag that you are the 19th generation of the Mountain Old Man. You really shame the first generation of the Mountain Old Man.
Forget it, I will 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 to protect the Holy Sword was released from the invisible barrier──and a roar like a dragon flying into the sky erupted!
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.
As if being slapped by 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, a gorgeous blood flower bloomed and the wall buzzed and trembled.
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 disfigured corpse beside the wall, and suddenly felt that the villains were on his side.
No, maybe it’s because evil people will be punished by evil people.
"Gone."
Irisviel checked the crystal ball and determined that all Hassan's troops who invaded the castle 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's barrier. Strictly speaking, it's just a kind of magic. 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 the Wind King Barrier, and he could also "release magic power". Although he was not intuitive, he had an eye for it.
He can now be seen as a pirated version of King Arthur.
"Yeah?"
Irisviel glanced at him suspiciously, and 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 slightly surprised look. Not only the sword, but also the magic was copied?
smart woman.
Ren noticed Irisviel's suddenly enlightened look in her eyes and sighed, but he had already got the thing, so it didn't matter if he was noticed.
Because the next necessary treasure phantom can only be snatched by force.
