The whole world wants to kill me

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.

Who is the prey and who is the hunter is destined in the dark.

Arthur and Paracelsus stood on the roof, facing the wind.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed King of Knights is wearing silver armor, with a rustling red cloak behind him, his smile is contagious, and his emerald green eyes are looking at the boundless sky.

Paracelsus said with a smile: "The miracle of fate brought heroes from different eras together in the same era. The great King of Knights is full of charm that attracts countless heroes just like the rumors."

The miracle of fate is more than just the gathering of heroic spirits from different eras, but the miracle it bestows is based on an extremely cruel reality.

The gathering of these heroic spirits is only for the cruelest fight.

After Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly, he turned around and stared at Paracelsus with folded arms: "Paracelsus, you are also a miracle in destiny, you invented the Philosopher's Stone by yourself, Founder of the great alchemist."

Paracelsus shook his head: "Those are all false names, don't forget that I am the magician with the weakest job."

A hint of cunning flashed in Arthur's eyes: "This time I became a knight outside of the three major occupations, but my strength is no less than when I became a swordsman. This shows..."

Paracelsus said: "Seniority is not an absolute factor in judging strength."

It is not the first time that Paracelsus has been summoned to another world, and he retains the memory of the previous summons.

The heroic spirits summoned by the sacred objects all have hole cards, and whether the masters behind them can control the situation is a very important factor, as well as unpredictable accidents and luck.

Arthur also experienced several summons, but due to various reasons, he did not win the final victory.This time his summoner was Lin Huang, and he saw that the dawn of victory was close at hand.

Lin Huang decided to cooperate with Shen Le, and Arthur and Paracelsus became the same camp.

At this time, two outstanding figures from different eras met to discuss the hunting plan for the night.

***

Lu family.

Lu Ting focused his eyes on the bull's-eye, drew the bow, and shot a sharp arrow.

Hou Yi behind him corrected Lu Ting's non-standard bow posture.

Hou Yi's seemingly random arrow hit the bull's-eye. The exemplary teaching was indeed extremely domineering, and the arrow without divine power pierced the bull's-eye.

"Master." Hou Yi put down his bow and arrow, and frowned worriedly: "Recently, another force has paid attention to us."

Lu Ting said excitedly: "Hou Yi, do you think we will lose?"

"No." Hou Yi would not admit defeat, let alone him and his master.

A meaningful smile rose on Lu Ting's face, and he put his arms around Hou Yi's shoulders: "This night is destined not to be peaceful. If I can gain your trust, I will have no worries."

Lu Ting's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked closely at Hou Yi. His height only reached Hou Yi's shoulders. In order to be able to hug him, he put his toes on his toes, and the strength of his hands fell on Hou Yi's shoulders.

Hou Yi locked eyes on Lu Ting's immature face, and he made a promise: "For the trust of the master, Hou Yi will go all out to win a brand new dawn."

Hou Yi couldn't have predicted how much turmoil the night would cause, but he would do his best to protect Lu Ting.

Lu Hao felt that he would not live long. His body was getting worse day by day. After researching the copying spell, he seemed to be cursed, his body suddenly deteriorated, he coughed up bright red blood at night, and the food he ate during the day was weak. His stomach couldn't take it anymore, he ate it in front of his grandson, and then vomited it up again when he went back to the house. He became thinner and thinner day by day.

Fortunately, he can survive a month of fate war.

Lu Ting knew the real condition of Lu Hao's body in his heart, but pretended to be ignorant on the surface. He jumped in front of his grandfather like a little monkey bouncing around.

A tender little face affectionately rubbed against the relative nestled on the wicker chair.He said in a low voice: "Grandpa, I already have my wish, and my parents' wish is to become the strongest family, but I don't want to rely on external forces to achieve this. With my efforts and yours, the Lu family will be fine. Wake up, I just want you to live a long life now."

He rubbed his grandfather's rough face full of age marks, and spoke the soft whisper of a child acting like a baby.

He leaned on his grandpa's chest, with a mischievous smile, and said unintentionally.

"Grandpa, I will let you live a healthy life."

Lu Hao pretended to sleep and closed his eyes, trembling silently in his heart. His grandson, Lu Ting, who looked stubborn on the outside, was actually very sensible and loved him as the only family member.

***

Although the decoration of Lu's house is gorgeous, the inside is outdated and ruined, and most of the antique furnishings that can be sold have been sold.

People who don't know see the extraordinary momentum of this old villa, and they will sigh how rich and prosperous it is. In fact, the Lu family has long been unable to support the internal operation of this ancient villa.

The uninvited guests sat on the sofa in the lobby, looking around the huge Lu family, lifeless like a pool of stagnant water.His cold fingers were clenched, and he immediately smiled: "It's very cold here."

When the sound fell, the fire was lit instantly, and the raging flames warmly drove away the cold in the house.

"We entered Lu's house, but we didn't disturb anyone." The young man asked in a low voice.

"The other party is watching from the dark." The man replied softly.

"Why didn't you make a move? Just me and you." The boy questioned in an innocent tone.

"Because they want to know why we are here." The man sighed softly.

"But our goal has always been that way!" The young man suddenly realized, and he showed a pure and harmless smile.

The man's calm face suddenly changed, and the invisible air converged on the transparent wall, one by one in front of him.

One wall after another cracked.

The line of defense standing in front has been reduced one by one.

The man stood up, and the gentle blue eyes that fell on the young man turned into sharp ice, but he smiled easily on his lips and said, "The power of the elements is inexhaustible. Your Excellency's sun-shooting arrow uses If you lose one, you will lose one less."

The divine arrow containing the power of the three-legged Golden Crow broke through numerous defenses, and any line of defense would be meaningless under absolute power, and shot directly into the man's body.

The young man sitting on the sofa lowered his eyes, his face was calm, and he blended into the air quietly.

His pure eyes narrowed slightly, like a cozy Siamese cat, his lazy eyes fell on the man, and the fascination flashed across his eyes.

The man's body was destroyed by the three-legged Golden Crow, and the burning fire in his body could be vaguely seen.

Hou Yi, who was standing on the stairs, watched indifferently, and Lu Ting, who was behind him, looked at the boy sitting upright on the sofa with great interest.

It is rare for a servant to endure such pain, and his master has a normal heart.

This combination of slave and master is exactly Paracelsus and Shen Le.

As Paracelsus said, the power of the elements is inexhaustible.

His body is transformed into life cells with the power of elements, repairing the damaged body.

How can it be?

Hou Yi was slightly surprised, and even couldn't believe it.

How could an arrow that was enough to pierce a god not completely wipe out a servant with the weakest physique.

The more powerful a person is, the easier it is to underestimate his opponent.

There are two main reasons for Hou Yi's contempt for the combination of Shen Le and Paracelsus: one is that Hou Yi, who came from the age of mythology, thinks highly of himself, and the other is that when a sharpshooter faces a magician, he is considered a magician. Natural enemies.

Aside from the contempt for the job title of a magician in his heart, Hou Yi settled down and pondered continuously, and his expression became serious.

Lu Ting felt a little heavy.

From waking up this morning to now, the uneasiness in his heart has become more and more obvious.

Hou Yi's consciousness connected to Lu Ting.

"Master, you have to be careful of the enemy's sneak attack, I vaguely sensed a powerful aura locking us."

"The assassin hides in my shadow and will protect me, so give it a go."

Hou Yi nodded.

He fumbled for the ancient spell engraved on the divine bow, and a domineering and powerful red light enveloped the god who came from the ancient era.

It was a curse, a curse that lasted forever after shooting the sun.

When he opens the true power of the divine bow, his life will be burned accordingly, but the curse endows him with even more amazing strength.

Hou Yi's hands subconsciously clenched the divine bow, and then raised the divine bow to the top of his head.

At this time, Fu Jiang and Feng Yi, who were watching the battle, hid in a blind spot.

Fu Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and swept a circle of shadows under his eyes.

The person who hates the Lu family the most in this world must be Feng Yi.

"The Lu family will be destroyed today."

In Feng Yi's dark eyes, the turbulent undercurrent formed a dark vortex, full of murderous intent.

"Master, Hou Yi sacrificed the artifact, he is only one step away from death."

Fu Jiang stood side by side with Feng Yi, and he smiled slightly at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi frowned, stretched out his long arms, and after a spin, Fu Jiang was embraced by him.

Fu Jiang lowered the brim of his hat, and from the corner of his eye turned to the standing position, where a dagger with cold light was inserted.

"It's good that you're fine." Fortunately, Fu Jiang wasn't hurt.

Feng Yi's whispers sounded above Fu Jiang's head.

In front of Feng Yi's chest, Fu Jiang frowned. If Feng Yi hadn't acted in time, even if his puppet body died, he would not be able to reveal the power of the heroic spirit.

The eighth heroic spirit is an identity that cannot be tolerated in this world.

The indistinguishable and beautiful young man spread out his huge wings, floating above and looking down at the two of them.

All in all, but in a short moment.

The blond knight stepped out of the darkness, and the red cape he was wearing made flaming ripples, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

"So many people, it's so lively." He flicked the non-existent dust on his shoulders with his hand.