Two-dimensional world book

Seeing Lin Mo's mocking expression, Raj was completely angry. The head-down master raised his right hand, with three claw-shaped bright red spells on it, and shouted: "Unknown Servant, I will command you with the spell, and immediately disfigured. "

A magic spell faded away, but Lin Mo looked at him like an idiot. He used the magic spell that was supposed to sign a contract with Darius III to order him, this true'heroic spirit', that he was really kicked by a donkey in his head. Up.

Could it be that this idiot hadn't noticed that he had no contractual contact with himself at all?

"Ling curse can't be wasted, give it to me!" Lin Mo's figure flashed, and with a pop, blood splashed up, holding a golden axe in his hand, and holding his arm with the other hand.

"Ahhhhh... my arm (my king's power)..." The head-down master wailed miserably at the broken arm. He couldn't believe why the curse would fail and why his right arm would be chopped off.

"Kill you...my darlings!" In the severe pain, the head-down master screamed, with a lot of bugs emerging from his body, and he rushed towards Lin Mo.

"Guan Jue Wushuang!" Lin Mo directly turned on the retained skills to form a magic fog cover. Although these monsters can't hurt him, it would be super disgusting to be touched, and at the same time kicked the head teacher.

"Your pig cry is really ugly! Execution!!!"

Lin Mo turned the golden axe in his hand and fell, with a creak, and violently opened the head of the master, and slapped the corpse into the summoning formation. A large amount of dark blood and dead insect corpses flowed out. .

Glancing at the corpse, Lin Mo frowned slightly. The head-down artist should be a magician from Southeast Asia, and he actually came to participate in the Holy Grail War. How crooked is the plot!

"Come out--!" After peeling off and including the'Ling Curse' with the contract scroll, an extremely weak wave of magic power appeared in his perception. Lin Mo directly threw the golden axe out with a bang, and the rubble of the factory building exploded. Broken, a figure fell.

"I was discovered all of a sudden. I'm really not good at sneaking in." The young man with a western face wearing a simple suit and an industrial long hat said helplessly.

"Assassin? Princillin?" Lin Mo's eyes flashed with blue light. The opposite was famous. It brewed the fuse of the First World War and assassinated the crown prince and princess of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in Sarajevo. Cause a world war.

"⊙o⊙... I was recognized all of a sudden, how am I really famous?"

Principe Lin was dumbfounded, and immediately noticed Lin Mo's magical pupils.

"That's it, it's really a shameful ability to be able to see through the real names of local followers at a glance!"

The origin and heels of the followers will consciously keep secret, especially those whose weaknesses are obvious, and it is also easy to be speculated as a treasure of assassin's ability.

"Although Assassin's low ability parameter is forgivable, yours is too low. Except for agility is D—and luck is C, everything else is actually E?"

Lin Mo didn't rush to kill the opposite Assassin, but chose to inquire about the information first. Even though Princillin was an ordinary person before his death, his reputation and the evil results he brought were enough to make him'success' as a killer. The rank descended, there is no reason to be weak and become a scum.

At this level, Princillin may not have been able to play against a stronger magician, or is his master just an ordinary person with no magic knowledge at all, holding him back?

"You actually have the same abilities as the masters, you are really amazing! Your master is dead, and you didn't disappear immediately (died on the spot), it should be Archer who has a single action! How about joining us? Right!" Princillin seemed to have received the order, and after nodding slightly, he invited.

Lin Mo smiled indifferently and reported: "You haven't answered my previous question yet!"

"...It seems that the master who summoned you is very amateur. Something went wrong and he didn't even communicate basic information." Princillin shook his head and said, "It's not that I am particularly weak, but that every follower is similar. , Even the Saber level, the most abilities are D and C."

"Nani?" Lin Mo was stunned. Saber only has C and D, or the most?

"Of course! Because what we are participating in is not a real Holy Grail war at all, but a subspecies Holy Grail war! Without the huge magic power of the Great Holy Grail for us to construct spiritual bodies and continuously provide magic power, we naturally only have this degree... Are you not like this?"

The subspecies Holy Grail is a magic competition. Several masters jointly funded the creation of the "Holy Grail", and then the real-life "chicken eating" game jointly supervised by the church and the Magician Association. The final winner will receive the Holy Grail and honor, and the servant will start from scratch. At the end, the 100 magic power supply needs to be borne by the master.

Chapter 2141 talk about collapse, disaster bullet

Princillin laughed at himself. He responded to the holy grail call and came as a Servant, hoping to get the holy grail and make a wish and rewrite the history of his murder of Franz Ferdinand.

As a minor student before his death, he was a nationalist with a strong patriotism. Piff was splattered with anger and blood, but he never expected that his actions would bring such a tragic disaster to the world, even in the end. He died in prison, and there was endless regret in his heart.

It's a pity that he participated in the subspecies Holy Grail War with the Little Holy Grail mechanism, not the real Holy Grail War. Naturally, it is impossible to make a wish. Instead, he is driven by the master as a servant.

"So, no wonder the magic power stored in the magic spell is not enough for the 110 of the real magic spell, there is no big holy grail, but a game of killing Lu between magicians, it is really boring!" Lin Mo heard Princillin I sneered at the words, and I had already roughly analyzed what was going on, but how the Holy Grail principle went out, and it seemed to be overflowing, and even modern servants could be dug out to fight.

It is not that Lin Mo wears colored glasses to look at modern followers, but with the advancement of science and technology in modern times, personal heroic force has been completely replaced by orthodox collaboration, and there is no personal heroic legend. It is difficult to sublimate treasures, and the mysterious decline is even more so. Severely made up a knife.

Princillin said with a slight face: "How about it? Have you considered it? Join me! Although I am not a qualified Assassin, our intelligence work is the most complete, a strong alliance, this time Victory must belong to us."

"I don't understand!" Lin Mo raised his hand to support his forehead, and looked at Princillin with a caring look at the mentally handicapped children: "Since there is no big holy grail, what is the meaning of victory? Just for those magicians who are willing to sell their lives and willingly Be a loyal dog?"

"What... how can you say such a thing... By the way, you killed your own master. Sure enough, you are actually a crooked way!" Princillin noticed that Lin Mo was scornful and didn't mean to cooperate at all, and pulled out The black pistol pointed at Lin Mo and shouted.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Although you are a killer, but you are a hero who is just frontal. In such a bad situation, not many people have the courage to do assassinations like you, even if they are young and impulsive." Lin Mo It suddenly became clear to the other party’s anger that, unlike the traditional assassin, this one was a big crowd, no, to be precise, he was just an ordinary student before the assassination was completed.

"One more thing, your Master is very unprofessional, and he appeared in the unknown situation."

"Papa!" The sound of applause came, and a middle-aged man with sharp edges and corners in a black suit walked in from the door.

"Raji still has some means. It took a little effort to destroy the barriers and traps he set up. But—"

"It's so stupid, it's really ugly and stupid to be shattered by my own envoy."

The middle-aged man who came in had a sense of superiority and disdain for the dead Raj, and immediately said with a noble salute: "I am the magician of the clock tower, the unknown Archer, and become my Servant to fight for me. If it is not an excessive request, as a noble, I will promise you."

"Sounds like a reward! Well, Princillin, what did your'swear to him' promise you?" Lin Mo smiled contemptuously and asked Princillin.

Princillin hesitated for a while and said, "Post a letter for me, an apology letter."

Since he couldn't get the Holy Grail to make a wish, then Princillin had no choice but to retreat, even if it was not substantive, but he still hoped to apologize to the whole world once. This was his last wish during his lifetime.

"You really are a sad hero." Lin Mo commented, and immediately looked at the magician from the clock tower.

"It seems that you are also prepared. Assassin suffers a lot from the front, but he is a good player to deal with magicians, gaining two followers, so as to establish the chance of winning, I am right."

"It was actually seen through at a glance, but as far as I know, the idiot got the holy relic from the African side, and he actually summoned the Eastern Servants.

Even as Archer, if you don’t want to disappear, it’s ideal to work with me!"The magician said in a confident tone of Lin Mo's expression.

"Tsk tusk, really arrogant! What if I say no?"

"If you refuse, I can only regret sending you back to the Heroic Seat. How much power can you exert without the Master?"

"Then let you see it a little bit." Lin Mo made a move, cutting the golden axe embedded in the eaves as if being attracted, and flew back with a whirl, and fell back into his hand.

"Not good—" Princillin's pupils shrank, raising his hand to shoot.

"boom--!"

"Dang!" The bullet was blocked by the face of the golden axe. The next moment, Lin Mo rushed towards Princillin.

"So fast!?" Princillin's complexion changed suddenly. The opponent was not an archer and he actually played melee... He hated the first archer and was not doing his job.

"Assassin kill him with a treasure." The magician roared, since he tore his face, there is no need to show mercy.

"But..." Princillin was a little reluctant, but felt the master's resolute tone, so he gritted his teeth and started: "My gun must be the fuse that triggered the world war-"The Disaster Bullet"!"

With a bang, the bullet popped out of the chamber, and Lin Mo slapped it with his axe, and Duang's bullet bounced out.

"Ah—" The magician let out a miserable cry, a hole in his abdomen that was as large as the mouth of a bowl broke, blood and internal organs were dripping down.

"Master!" Princillin looked back, horrified, how he didn't expect that his treasure had launched his master to kill him.