Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Under the protection of the protective magic hand, Ma Youfu temporarily got rid of the threat of the chaos spell. At the same time, he no longer held back his hands and ordered the golem to fire with full firepower.

Under the bombardment of forty enchanted lead bullets, the profane warriors, whom Le Camus relied on most, were easily harvested by the metal-woven storm like wheat.

"Such a high-intensity spell-casting battle, Ma Youfu will not last long, continue, I will definitely win!" Le Camus yelled frantically, awakening fourteen sacrilegious warriors again.

His guess didn't stray too far from the truth.After the golem fired a full bomb, it temporarily lost its long-range attack means, and could only rely on close combat to kill the enemy, and its efficiency would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

And Ma Youfu's ammunition is almost exhausted.As an artificer, his mana reserve is much smaller than that of an orthodox mage. It is impossible to deal with those fourteen profane warriors with good combat power by magic alone.

However, he still has a trump card.

Chapter 290: Void Realm, Sweet Dream

Ma Youfu's flame mark began to burn, and the light on his arm was shining brightly.

When the flames dissipated, a translucent golden two-handed sword appeared in his hand.

The flagpole of the Golden Flame Banner, which can be used as a weapon.When it first appeared, it appeared in the form of a spear that was once loved by Paladin Roland.Later, after many studies, Ma Youfu discovered that the flagpole can change into different shapes according to the will of the user.In addition, even if it is damaged—such as being used by Ma Youfu to make bullets, it can slowly recover over time.

A spellcaster held a two-handed sword, which was against harmony no matter how you looked at it.Le Camus sneered and clamored, "Continue to attack, warriors! The enemy has exhausted all means!"

Facing waves of enemies, Ma Youfu took out a magic scroll from the dimension bag.

As the magic pattern engraved on it was fully activated, the parchment turned into ashes, and a turquoise light enveloped Ma Youfu, and the powerful magic power fluctuations generated at that moment showed that this was a six-ring spell.

"Tan Sen's Transfiguration!" Le Camus had a profound knowledge of magic, and immediately guessed the name of the spell from the external effects displayed by Ma Youfu.

This spell can not only greatly improve the subject's strength, agility, physique and other attributes, increase armor, but also allow the subject to immediately become proficient in simple and military weapons.

To put it simply, even a fat man who needs to drink three bottles of happy water every day can have knight-level combat power under the blessing of this spell.

After using up the scroll purchased from the Earl of Armagnac, which cost up to four hundred ducats, Ma Youfu did not stop, but flew his hands up, making spell-casting gestures continuously, and quickly spit out magic power from his mouth. of syllables.

The patience of bears, the brute force of bulls, the grace of cats, the power of dragons, the protection of flames...

One spell after another was blessed on his body, making Ma Youfu's body shine with colorful magical auras, just like walking neon lights.

The difference is, this neon is pretty good at killing people.

With the protection of the protective magic hand and nano power, it is difficult for the blasphemous warrior's spells to pose a threat to Ma Youfu.After all, although they belonged to the professional "Magic and Martial Arts" that sounded very powerful, they could only cast spells below the third ring level, and they were far from being comparable to real spellcasters.

Small spells containing chaotic energy can only cause some trouble to the enemy when they are caught by surprise. In real magic confrontation, there is no resistance to high-level spells that are crushed by absolute energy levels.

Therefore, the elite force of these New World Orders can only use their own mobility advantages to quickly approach while casting spells to harass.

A blasphemous warrior approached about three meters away from Ma Youfu, and jumped up while the target was still casting spells on him.His whole body was wrapped in a black robe, flying in the air like a group of rapidly approaching shadows of death, a bit of cold metal light hidden in the cuffs, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, locked firmly on Ma Youfu's throat...

brush!

The two-handed sword in Ma Youfu's hand slashed horizontally, and the edge of the sword drew a shimmering arc in the dim light.

The black shadow split in two instantly, and was burned into ashes by the flames of the protective body.

Ma Youfu, who finally finished casting the spell, led his golem like a tiger into a flock of sheep, and rushed into the line of blasphemous warriors.

Seeing that the elites in the congregation were selected from thousands of people and cultivated after exhausting countless resources, being killed one by one by the Sires accurately, efficiently and calmly, Le Camus's original arrogant heart, Gradually wrapped in fear.

He admitted that he underestimated the enemy and committed the big taboo of refueling tactics.If you don't hold back from the beginning and order all the sacrilegious warriors to encircle and suppress Ma Youfu, it may be another result.

Unexpectedly, after a short time, the strength of that Serisian was once again advancing by leaps and bounds. Not only did the spells he mastered emerge in endlessly, with a variety of tricks, but he also had a rich reserve of magic props, which was comparable to the warehouse of a mage academy.Not to mention, there is that terrifying golem.

To successfully hold the Four Disasters Great Ceremony, at least 42 blasphemous warriors are needed to protect the magic circle.Although in order to ensure the effect of the grand ceremony, he brought a total of 77 blasphemy warriors to Mont Saint-Michel, but if Ma Youfu continues to kill them, the number of blasphemy warriors will definitely not be enough, and all previous efforts will be for naught.

While Ma Youfu was still entangled with the blasphemous warrior and the remaining puppet knights, Le Camus frantically thought about countermeasures in his mind.

He seemed to have thought of something, and shouted to the Sirisian who had just cut a puppet knight with armor in half like chopping wood: "Ma Youfu, maybe we can talk! Don't you care about the Holy Spirit?" Where are the girls going?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Cultists, I have already seen your essence clearly. I will not negotiate with lunatics." Ma Youfu glanced at Le Camus sideways, said, and cut off his hands mercilessly. The head of the next profane warrior.

Rejected flatly, Le Camus cursed the Sirisian who always messed up his own affairs with countless vicious words.But for a while, he couldn't find any other way to solve the current crisis.

Finally, the last enemy fell under Ma Youfu's sword.

At this time, the entire atrium was covered with corpses, whether it was green vegetation or pale pink or bright yellow flowers, they were all stained with a thick layer of blood red.

But Ma Youfu did not stop.

He approached Le Camus step by step, and the golem beside him brandished a steel fist, hammering the believers of the New World Order who were immersed in the flow and use of chaotic energy and had no awareness of the outside world into flesh one by one.

Like whack-a-mole.

55, 54, 53...

The constant deaths of the blasphemous warriors made Le Camus' eyelids twitch, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom.

Not only the blasphemous warriors, but even Le Camus himself is about to face the sharp edge of the golden blade.

The pressing despair finally released the last madness in Le Camus' heart.

"Seresian, don't think you've won! Let's meet in the virtual world!"

After yelling, he awakened two sacrilegious warriors again, and rushed towards Ma Youfu, while he pulled off the stopper and drank the blood of Henry VI in the test tube in one gulp.

"Arrival, redemption!" Le Camus raised his arms and shouted, his whole body suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The incident happened suddenly, and there were enemies interfering, Ma Youfu couldn't react at all.After he killed the two blasphemous warriors, Le Camus, who sacrificed his life and released all the chaotic energy in his body, had completely opened the passage under Mont Saint-Michel to the virtual world.

The ground shook, cracks spread rapidly like spider webs, and the ever-changing green light gushed out, quickly covering Ma Youfu's vision.

Under the huge energy shock, he lost consciousness.

……

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was the vicissitudes of life.Ma Youfu gradually regained consciousness, and his body gradually became conscious.

A refreshing feeling came from below, which made Ma Youfu feel weird: "Could it be a dream? But that feeling is so real..."

After a while, after completely regaining control of his body, he opened his eyes.

It was a huge bedroom of the utmost luxury.However, the designer must be a master. He organically integrated gold, silver, gemstones, crystals and other elements together, making people feel unobtrusive. The overall style is noble and luxurious, but it does not give people a vulgar and superficial feeling.

Ma Youfu lay on his back on a six-meter-wide round bed, facing a delicate oil painting on the ceiling.In the center of the picture is a man with black hair and black eyes. He is lying lazily on the bench, with a confident and arrogant expression in his expression.Women who seemed to be the incarnation of beauty surrounded the man, some were peeling fruit, some were pouring wine, some were playing fans, and some were beating their legs.Their charming faces carry smiles mixed with reverence and love, as if being favored by the man in front of them is the greatest meaning of life.

"The great emperor Ma Youfu and his concubines..." Ma Youfu silently read the words in the lower left corner of the oil painting, and couldn't help laughing.

But he didn't bother to observe the surrounding environment at this time.

Because the beauty riding on her body twisted more and more intensely.

The slender and well-proportioned snow-white carcass, full of vitality and femininity, is already sweating profusely and getting hotter and hotter.With the ups and downs of her body, her silver hair fluttered, and a pair of beautiful ruby ​​eyes rippling with more and more intense spring love.And those delicate pointed ears have been dyed a bright red color at this time, as if telling the man under him how much that happiness is unstoppable.

"An Wen..." Ma Youfu called out the beauty's name.

He didn't know why his elf follower was heaving and falling on his body at this time, the male instinct just wanted him to enjoy the pleasure to the fullest.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?" An Wen leaned down with an intoxicated smile...

I don't know how long it took, after the exaggerated bed under him stopped screaming, Ma Youfu could finally think about the current situation.

"An Wen, what's going on?"

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten? Yesterday morning you issued a new harem rule, to let the concubines wake you up in this way. Today, I am the first..."

Uh... As expected of me, even in the illusion, there are so many tricks...

Ma Youfu laughed at himself, and said solemnly: "No, I want to ask you, what happened after Mont Saint-Michel?"

The moment he opened his eyes, Ma Youfu was basically sure that he was falling into an illusion.Before Le Camus blew himself up, he clamored to take him to the virtual world.Obviously, the opponent succeeded, and he was dragged into the imaginary world—that space that is both material and spiritual, strange and unpredictable.

All that is happening now is probably a dream woven by Le Camus.If you can't find a way as soon as possible to smash all illusions and return to reality, then it is very likely that you will be like the human beings in "The Matrix", immersed in a beautiful virtual world, but your body will be used as a biological battery and squeezed step by step Dry.

Chapter 290 IX This Empire Has Too Many Elements

It is one thing to know that you are in an illusion, but it is another thing to be able to break the illusion and return to reality.

Ma Youfu didn't know much about illusion, especially this kind of illusion built on the basis of a virtual world with chaotic laws, and he didn't know how to start.

However, no matter how clever Le Camus' technique is, it cannot violate the basic principles of magic.As long as we can find the anchor point where the reality is projected into the illusion, we can break the false world in front of us.

Therefore, his best choice now is to keep calm, pretend to be immersed in this beautiful dream, prevent the caster from discovering the abnormality, and then look for useful information as soon as possible.

At this time, An Wen, who was Ma Youfu's third concubine, was lying on his chest, telling the "facts" that happened after Mont Saint-Michel in a light and graceful voice.

"Your Majesty, you killed all the believers of the New World Order at Mont Saint-Michel, and completed the great cause of saving Europe. Under the gift of the Seven Saints, you reached the peak strength of the elite rank in one fell swoop, and even learned to control chaos The secret technique of power. Later, the crusades you organized conquered the three major sultanates of the Maghreb, and you were awarded the title of 'Conqueror of Africa' by the Holy See... You were conferred the title of Duke of Normandy, and then took advantage of England During the civil war, he crossed the sea and invaded...Eventually became the Lord Protector of England...married Marie de Burgundy, and after the death of Duke Charles of Burgundy, became the lord of the duchy...French civil strife, Charles VII and Prince Louis Died successively, you abolished the monarchy, established the First French Republic, and served as the first life-long president...invaded Italy, and was crowned emperor of the Roman Empire by the Holy See..."

The past events that An Wen told seemed to have happened for real. Scenes of historical details that should not have existed kept reappearing in Ma Youfu's mind.

If it weren't for his firm will and clear mind, I'm afraid he would really be confused, blur the dividing line between the virtual and the real, and indulge in fantasy and cannot extricate himself.

Seeing Ma Youfu frowning and thinking, An Wen propped up the body of bullying Saixue, and said softly: "Your Majesty, today is the day when your army conquers Constantinople and holds a victory celebration. Don't waste time, your people It's waiting for you."

She put on her silk dress and clapped her hands.Soon, a group of beautiful court ladies walked into the bedroom to change clothes for His Majesty the Emperor.

Under the service of a group of nephrite jade, Ma Youfu put on a Roman-style purple robe with gold trim-it was also embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon pattern.

During breakfast, they met with officials from the six ministries and members of the Senate.

"What kind of suture strange country is this..." Ma Youfu complained secretly, and at the same time gained a better understanding of the illusion.

Obviously, Le Camus, a cultist who has never been to the East, could not know some of the content and elements of this illusion.That is to say, most of the materials for constructing this illusion come from Ma Youfu's own memory and cognition.

This is also a feature of high-end illusions: by reading the subject's own memory, a more realistic and believable false world can be constructed.

This kind of illusion can indeed confuse the real with the real, creating a world where the subject can't tell the real from the fake, but it also has a huge weakness.

Because the source of the illusion is the subject himself, if the subject realizes that he is in a false state and makes up his mind to resist, the caster will be in an extremely passive position.

"Stupid." Ma Youfu smiled, strengthening his confidence in returning to reality.

After breakfast, Ma Youfu came to the balcony on the fifth floor of the palace to attend the so-called victory celebration.

On the magnificent square under the balcony, tens of thousands of imperial people had already gathered, and when they saw their great emperor appearing, they burst into thunderous cheers.

The legion holding the eagle flag is marching on the long street, and the golems in the style of oriental terracotta warriors stand at various key positions and serve as sentinels.

Ma Youfu is already somewhat used to this fictional empire with too many elements.

At this time, a dark-skinned and slender internal officer came to Ma Youfu.

According to the setting of this illusion, all the internal officials in the palace—or eunuchs, are all served by dark elves.This must come from the allusion that the eunuchs in the Ottoman court were all black in reality.

The internal officer named Sa Luo held the exquisite gold box and knelt in front of Ma Youfu: "Your Majesty, I have brought the stick of command as you ordered."

"The staff of command?"

With the doubts floating in my heart, a false but real memory emerged in my heart.

The Staff of Command is a magic wand that His Majesty the Emperor mobilized high-ranking mages and skilled craftsmen from the entire empire to forge.It can be used to command tens of thousands of golems throughout the empire.Without the need for another golem manipulator, the emperor alone can command an army of golems.