Summoner of Miracles

Chapter 1914: Doesn't Seem Right? ”

Alter, this inaction, was a thunderous move that shook a lot of people.

Showered in a dark magic storm, the crowd watched as amazing magic aromas were unleashed, with a ruthless face of Alter, all of them struggling to maintain their shape.

Naturally, not even those who are not targeted by Alter's treasures, let alone those who are directly hit by Alter's treasures.

Just as the army of the Knights of Solidarity was so raw and scattered, part of the center of the flood of light was directly eliminated. Fortunately, part of the periphery was all bombarded around like garbage and hit the ground.

“Shit! ”

Mordred retreated from the flood of light and landed on the ground, but soon she couldn't help but kneel down, her armor was shattered and her blood flowed down from her limbs and forehead. It was conceivable that she had sustained quite a few injuries from the blow of the sword.

Had it not been for Thousand Juns, Mordred would have raised his magic to its fullest, using the enhanced Magic Release to release a large amount of red lightning, and the armor on his body would have been an invaluable treasure, with a lot of defense, combining the two to offset the power of the Holy Sword a lot, afraid that Mordred has now disappeared.

Of course, this is also due to the outburst of Mordred, who took the initiative to attack Alter's relationship. The power of the sword went toward her, and the rest of us were simply affected. Otherwise, the knights of the round table would have disappeared without a trace of the smoke.

In this case, the remaining two round tables are in much better shape than Modred.

“It's sad that I waited for King Arthur, who was so powerful that I almost thought I was going to die at that moment. ”

Tristan held the harp, wrapped around the invisible arrows swirling back and forth like a storm, blocking the aftermath of the flood of light.

“...... ”

Lancelot didn't say anything, but sometime he pulled out the magic sword in his waist, stood in front of him, smoking all over him, but succeeded in blocking the aftermath of the sword.

The two armies are connected and have not yet begun a real war, and one of them has become so wretched.

In this situation, not even the knights of the round table thought that it had been a while.

This is not the first time that the Round Tables have fought Alter, and it was six months ago that they came down to each other in this unique spot, and even if they hadn't met each other ten times, eight times, they would have met each other three or four times.

So it is clear to the round tables that the previous Alter was strong, but not as strong as the three Grail successive additions and blessings.

But now, with only one blow of the sword, Alter has made the three knights of the round table so wondrous.

Why is this happening?

This is already obvious.

Is it all because of the Lord of Chaldea? ” ” ”

Lancelot, Mordred and Tristan all looked at Rosen.

There, Luo Zhenzhen stood still, as if he were outside the circle of war, as if it was none of his business, full of peace.

Instead, Luo Zhen's followers, his emotions are obvious.

Especially since JOAN [Alter] is scolding in desperation.

“Are you out of your mind? Cold-blooded violent woman!” JOAN [Alter] shouted angrily, "Who comes up here with the strongest treasure? Even I almost got blown away, you know? ”

“Really?” Alter said with no expression: “I didn't know you were so weak. It was just some magical aftermath that could blow you away. This is the result of a contract with the king. I don't know what you were weak like before. No wonder you were locked up in such a place, you poisonous, arrogant girl. ”

“Who's so arrogant...!?” JOAN [Alter] became more fiery and shouted, “Besides, it wasn't your men who arrested me, was it? It's a disgrace not to kill me, but to keep me here. How the hell did you find one of your men? Stupid girl! ”

“Unfortunately, you won't understand.” Alter turned around and looked at Joan [Alter] and said, “How do you know how to dig up talent and recruit people when all you know is to burn this burning woman on the battlefield? You just have to find your dragon and ride it. Look, there's a little guy in the corner who's secretly grinding his teeth. It suits you perfectly, shady girl. ”

“... well, it looks like my anger is finally ready to be divulged this time, aren't you? Flat breasts? ”

“... I should be right in saying this, although I didn't care much about gender issues in my life, anyway, I was performing my duties as a man, but since you said that, I will let you taste the direct strike of the sword this time, fat girl. ”

After that, Alter and Alter looked at each other, and then one raised the sword, and one raised the flag, and you spelled you to death.

This is not a joke.

You know, these two are not joking masters, they are both evil attribute followers in reverse state, killing people without a word is natural.

So people were really shocked to see the black light on Alter's sword and the flame on Alter's cursed flag.

“Please... please stop! Now there are enemies! ”

Matthew hurried up to stop it.

“Lord Luo Zhen, what should we do? ”

The tranquillity turned to Luo Zhen for help.

Luo Zhen looked at these two and suddenly said this.

“By the way, Artoria, I think you're the incarnation of the Red Dragon. Doesn't it look good to let Joan ride the Dragon? ”

As soon as it came out, the whole place calmed down.

“...... ”

“...... ”

Alter and Alter are silent.

Matthew and Quiet opened his eyes.

The people of Charade have not yet reacted, and look at this situation, it's all petrified.

Even the knights at the round table were stunned, and for a moment and a half, they didn't react.

The battlefield was suddenly marked by a very strange silence.

It was not until recently that they were broken by the most impatient people present.

“I said you...”

Mordred spoke grudgingly.

However, at the moment of its opening...

Shut the fuck up! ” ”

With the cry of Alter and Alter, the flood of light and the fierce flames came forth.

Battlefield, ignited again.