Infinite Dimensional Conquest

"Today's Holy Grail War, Lingshu doesn't seem to have any binding force? What's the point of doing this?"

Chapter 0085: Ancient Curse

Since the beginning of the Fourth Holy Grail War, the heroic spirits have descended on their own bodies, and even the weakest heroic spirits, such as Assassin, have reached Tier 5 in strength.

It is equivalent to the human great magician, and the magic spell system developed by the magician, even if it had the influence of the'evil of this world' last time, can only affect the heroic spirits to a limited extent.

This time it is even more so. Without the'evil of this world', the magician has developed how much utility, just think about it, it is absolutely limited, close to nothing.

It is even more difficult to talk about the follower snatching. Obviously, his goal at the moment is not like the original fate line.

"flutter……"

Yanfeng Qili slowly stood up, put away the black key in her hand, and threw away the severed hand in her hand.

"It is true. The Holy Grail War today is no longer what the Yusanjia had constructed."

"However, there is no doubt that Lingshu is a symbol of the contract between the master and the heroic spirit, and it is also a medium. The use of certain taboo secrets may not be ineffective."

"The master-slave-like slavery is naturally impossible. However, as long as the contract is used as a medium, the curse will be sufficient. Tonight, in the Holy Grail War, the first hero will leave."

Yanfeng Qili said flatly, with the depth of emptiness still in her eyes.

"Oh?"

Tianchen raised his brows and glanced at him in surprise. He could feel that Yanfeng Qili was not lying.

In theory, this possibility does exist, but this possibility is basically not considered, even the heroic spirit of the Caster rank is estimated to be difficult to achieve.

If you want to curse a Tier VI, let's not mention the killing, even if it is only a weakening curse, it is unlikely to be successful, Yanfeng Qili does not have this strength, and it is far behind.

"You should not be able to do it, even a magician can't do it."

If Tianchen remembers correctly, Ku Qiulin, as a demigod hero, is definitely Tier 6 or above in strength, not a general Tier 6 powerhouse.

Cursing things like that are not so easy to cast, and the heroic spirits are even more representative of high magic power.

"With this treasure, it is enough."

Yanfeng Qili took out a golden fang-like treasure, and endless malice spread out, even Tianchen felt a slight threat.

Although it is only a trace, there is no doubt that when converted into a level, it is at least a curse above the A level.

At this moment, the gray mist turned into a powerful curse through the curse that Qili had just captured by Yanfeng Qili, using it as a medium.

"It turned out to be a curse from the ancient times. It's not easy to be able to take out this kind of thing."

"En? That's why, no wonder you have such confidence!"

Tianchen's eyes suddenly condensed, and he looked in a certain direction, and then there was a trace of surprise on his face.

"Unexpectedly, ten years later, you will come again. Anyway, with your arrogance, you should be disdainful of using such a method, the hero king-Gilgamesh."

Tianchen glanced at not far away, the dazzling, bright golden figure, as proud as it was ten years ago.

If it were the'Treasure of the King', that kind of vicious things might indeed be there. Even if the real name of the treasure could not be liberated, it was enough to pose a great threat to the heroic spirits.

"Qili is very satisfied with the performance arranged by the king, especially for the expressions of struggle, pain, and anger on the descendants of the hybrid gods."

"Right! The bastard over there."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Crack, click, click..."

Gilgamesh suddenly looked out the window, golden ripples waved, dozens of treasures, instantly penetrated the void, the walls and glass were all shattered.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed, and the sharp spear light attacked towards Yanfeng Qili.

"Dang, Dangdang..."

The dense rain of treasures turned into a barrage, and pressed against those figures strongly, blocking his route of attacking Yanfeng Qili.

The blue-haired and blue-armored warrior exuded a bitter, crazy fighting spirit, holding a blood-red magic spear, wielding that storm-like spear technique, and constantly picking off the treasures.

"Ireland's Son of Light, Ku Churin."

However, at this moment, dark blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, the curse of the ancient times had come into effect.

"Despicable."

The young man drew back, and instantly came to the woman who had fallen in a pool of blood.

"Kiri, come here tonight, this king is a little tired."

"The shame of ten years ago, this time, this king will definitely get it back, wait."

Gilgamesh's blood-red pupils took a deep look at Tianchen, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit brewing, and finally turned away.