The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

The mercury that fell on the ground was like a living thing, forming a huge ball

This is the strongest magic dress held by Kenneth - Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid.

The magic dress is a prop used by the magician as a support when performing magic. In short, it is equivalent to the existence of the magic wand, but with more functions.

Kenneth is proficient in the magic of fluid manipulation. And the unique battle dress Moon Essence Essence he created from this is able to use the mercury filled with magic and has no definite shape as a weapon, and manipulate it into any shape at will.

Kenneth is very fortunate that because of the plan to lead the Heroic Spirit, he deliberately took this heavy 140 kg big killer out of the stronghold to protect himself, otherwise he would not even have a handy magic dress now.

"Self-discipline defense! Automatic search for enemies! Automatic attack!"

With Kenneth singing in a low voice. The quicksilver ball rustled on the surface as if answering.

The elevator carried a large amount of Mercury and Kenneth towards the 32nd floor.

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Diarmuid stood up, glanced at Kenneth who was striding forward, raised his head, stared straight at the top floor of the hotel, bent his knees deeply, forming a 90-degree right angle, and then kicked his toes sharply.

"boom--!"

There was a sound of explosion and dust rose, and a pair of shoe prints with a depth of 1 cm and clear texture were immediately printed on the cement floor.

With the explosive power of his leg muscles, Diarmuid got rid of the gravity of the planet and continued to climb upwards. This jump increased the height by a hundred meters, forming a perfect arc, and crashed into Hyatt. The facade of the hotel.

After getting close to the outer wall of the hotel, Diarmuid tapped the wall with his toes, relieved the impact with superb skills, and then ran at high speed on the hotel wall.

In Diarmuid's view, compared to the elevator, rushing directly from the wall into the room on the 32nd floor is the fastest way to rescue Sola and stop Lancelot, so he chose this way of passing.

While running, Diarmuid pulled out the extinguished yellow rose and anger behind him, his eyes were solemn, because he had already reached the broken glass window on the 32nd floor.

"Death!!!" With many afterimages, Diarmuid passed through the glass window and appeared in front of Lancelot. The yellow rose in his hand suddenly turned into a yellow/color lightning, crossing across the sky in an instant. A few meters away, he hit Lancelot's face directly.

Clang--!

The moment Diarmuid appeared, Lancelot put his hand on the hilt at his waist and pulled it out abruptly. The atmosphere was suddenly torn apart, and a crescent-shaped sword aura followed Lan Slot's drawn sword appeared in the night sky.

The sound of guns and swords clashing resounded through the sky.

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On the 32nd floor of the hotel, in the corridor in front of the elevator, Emiya Kiritsugu was setting up the battlefield, including rifles, grenades, light machine guns, bazookas, high explosives, and tens of thousands of rounds of bullets.

This is the weapon and equipment that he has spent all his savings for many years. This kind of equipment is equipped in 20 places in Fuyuki City.

And the Hyatt Hotel, which was locked as the stronghold of Master Kenneth, naturally stored a set.

Previously, after learning that Sola jumped off the building and seeing Kenneth rushing back, Emiya Kiritsugu understood that the battle was inevitable. After all, he is now in Kenneth's magic workshop, and Kenneth has plenty of ways to trap him .

Then, we can only fight face to face.

Emiya Kiritsugu watched the number of floors displayed on the elevator display in front of him, and raised his machine gun.

"Ding--!"

The door of the elevator opened slowly, and the figure of Emiya Kiritsugu standing in front of the corridor appeared in front of Kenneth.

"Then let's start, the cruel magic fight!!" Kenneth grinned, showing an extremely ferocious expression, and then looked bewildered.

"Mentally retarded." Emiya Kiritsugu read softly, and then the sound of gun muzzle turning suddenly sounded.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

Tongues of orange flame burst out like blooming flowers of death from the muzzle of the M134 rapid-fire machine gun that was carried by Emiya Kiritsugu on his waist and fixed with hands strengthened by magic power.

The iron giant with a maximum rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute showed its ferocious fangs.

"Self-discipline defense!!" Seeing the ferocious flame erupting, Kenneth shrank his pupils and roared.

The moon spirit marrow liquid under Kenneth's feet jumped in front of the owner, and a mercury wall was erected from the floor to the ceiling, blocking Kenneth's body and resisting the flames of the machine gun.

Countless bullets hit the Moon Essence Liquid, which had turned into an iron wall, making loud metal impact sounds. However, relying on the solid defensive power of the Moon Essence Essence processed by magic, none of them reached Kenneth. body of.

Anger was like sulfuric acid, corroding Kenneth's heart bit by bit.

He is a top-notch magician, and he would never lose his composure because of emotions, but now the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano erupting.

"This magic scum, shame, dare to humiliate me like this!!" Looking at the silver wall in front of him, Kenneth said gritted his teeth with a ferocious face.

Kenneth, who came from a famous family, in his opinion, the so-called battle should be two magicians performing their own unique secret techniques that they have painstakingly studied, fighting each other.

At the same time, one should sigh and admire the magic researched by the opponent, calmly deduce its true value, and concentrate on performing the magic that is the corresponding return to the enemy's secret art. Such a noble and boastful gentleman's game, this is what Kenneth knows as "magician's battle".

But now, what did he see? As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he was shot by modern machine guns that all magicians disdain to use. He was actually covered in bullets! !

"Damn scum, this is what kind of battle!!!" Kenneth roared, constantly stimulating the magic circuits in his body, pouring magic power into the mercury wall in front, and constantly resisting the flames of the machine gun.

Hearing Kenneth's roar, Emiya Kiritsugu twitched his lips, and said secretly: "He's another magician who studies magic and is stupid. Fighting should be done with all means."

Then Emiya Kiritsugu frowned, seeing that the bullets were completely resisted by the Yueling Essence, he stopped his movements.

When the gunshots stopped, Kenneth's face was livid, and he said in a miserable voice.

"Out of bullets? Then it's my time. I won't simply kill you. Only treat the lungs and heart to regenerate them. I will slowly torture you starting from my fingertips."

Ignoring Kenneth's crazy/crazy words, Emiya Kiritsugu picked up the rifle beside him expressionlessly, and carefully put a bullet into the clip.

Chapter 204 Kenneth El-Melloi Hawking

The cold moonlight shone on Lancelot.

Just before, beige crystal chandeliers adorned the ceiling.

But now the ceiling has been cut open during the battle, and the entire suite is exposed to the atmosphere. The TV, tea table, and sofa have all been chopped into several sections. Wood chips, broken glass, and sofa leather are all over the dusty brown-yellow tiles. above.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water dripping on the tiles sounded.

Lancelot knelt down on one knee, wiping the blood that covered his sight. The blood flowed down from his forehead, where a big mouth was cut by a sharp weapon, and the white skull could be vaguely seen from the big mouth.

His slightly curly blue hair was fluttering in the breeze, his helmet had been split in half in the previous confrontation, and the azure armor was covered with scratches from swords, showing his distress.

Standing in front of Lancelot, Diarmuid was bare-chested and his muscular figure with eight-pack abs was covered with small scars drawn by sharp swords. At this moment, drops of blood overflowed from the scars, condensing drops Beads of blood dripped onto the ground.

"You lost." Diarmuid pursed his lips, his heart full of melancholy.

Although the perfect completion of the protagonist's task made Diarmuid a little happy, but at this moment he couldn't be happy, because the victory was not achieved by relying on his martial arts.