King's Feast

There was a moment of stillness in the air.

Immediately, golden rays of light came from all directions, frantically flocking towards Wu Zhao who was standing in the golden area in an irresistible manner.

Between a few breaths, the magic power is full.

The purple-black tentacles that broke out from the ground and frantically wanted to interfere with Wu Zhao's process of launching the spell, were shattered into countless sticky/slimy fragments by Wu Zhao's domineering magic power the moment the spell was completed.

Ryunosuke Yusheng was inevitably drenched by the mucus and debris falling down, but he only frowned when he smelled the stench, and then immediately became excited again.

"Master, look! It's so beautiful, it's art, I didn't expect this woman to know art!"

Unable to restrain his excitement, he grabbed the feet of the boy who was locked on the wall beside him, and shook desperately.

"It's so beautiful, ah, this rain is so beautiful! Look, I must make you beautiful like this, for sure!"

The boy whose limbs were pierced by iron nails, whose reaction to pain and the outside world had declined infinitely, raised his head dully, and looked forward with lifeless eyes.

The huge golden light group was like a dazzling sun, reflected in the boy's gray and lifeless pupils.

Light up.

The boy's eyes suddenly lit up amazingly, like two groups of burning flames.The mouth that was not stuck by the tape opened, and a weak voice said: "Help me...please, save me! I can't die, I still have my sister and my mother."

Tears rolled down the boy's cold face.

"Snapped!"

The foul-smelling wreckage that crashed into the ground.

Although the boy's voice was weak, as if he was talking to himself, Wu Zhao still accurately captured this point of asking for help in the nervous laughter and roar of Yusheng Ryunosuke and [Magician Caster] Yingling.

She looked sideways at the boy, and her clear eyes met the boy's eager eyes.

The loud sound disturbed the children hanging in different postures and punishments on the walls around the studio. They raised their faces full of despair and looked at the source of the sound with dark eyes.

sun.

That is the sun that will never fall, and hang high forever as she stands.

Clusters of lights lit up in the eyes of the children, and the seriously injured and dying children began to react to the outside world, and the souls that were so numb from the pain regained their lives.

"Please help me..."

"Take me away, please, take me away..."

"Whoever you are, save me!"

"I don't want to die, I want to go home..."

……

For a moment, the magic studio was filled with children's cries and pleas for help.

This is a picture that will hurt your heart as long as people with conscience still see it.

However, Yusheng Ryunosuke frowned in disgust: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ so annoying! So, what are you crying about? I finally made you look pretty, and now you're so ugly!"

"That's why I hate children the most!"

As he said that, Ryunosuke Yusheng picked up the knife at the side and was about to hit the child closest to him.

Yingling grinned.

A spellbook with an ominous atmosphere appeared in his bony hands.

Out of the corner of Wu Zhao's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Heroic Spirit's movements and his rapid chanting.

But she didn't turn around to face the heroic spirit.

She raised her hand, and the long golden stick was like an arrow shot out rapidly, rushing towards Ryunosuke Yusheng in the blink of an eye, shooting/piercing his hand holding the knife.

"Ahhhhh!!! It hurts so much!! Master, master!"

Ryunosuke Uyuu's painful wailing resounded through the Magic Workshop.

At the same time, tentacles filled with more pure and evil power protruded from the ground under Wu Zhao's feet, as flexible and intelligent as if they had life. In a short time, Ryunosuke wrapped around Wu Zhao's ankles, circling upwards layer by layer.

"Ahahahahahaha! Hahahaha!!! How dare you say that you are a god in front of my eyes! Dirty, cunning, god who deserves heavy punishment!!"

Excitement is the best poison, and anger is the old sorrow.

Heroic Spirit widened his eyes like light bulbs, and laughed wildly and nervously.He tightly held the magic book with purple smoke in his skinny hands, and the sound from his throat was no different from that of a wild beast.

Enraged by the glow and the word 'God' who dared to invade the magic workshop, Heroic Spirit had no other thoughts in his mind except to kill anyone who dared to stop him from meeting the saint.

The magic output was crazy, and the army of demons from the land of the gods of hell surged up from the underground soil, wrapping Wu Zhao, who was entangled in tentacles, layer by layer.

Yusheng Ryunosuke held his hand that was pierced by a long stick, and blood dripped from between his fingers to the ground.He grinned his teeth in pain, but still managed to open his eyes to look at Wu Zhao, who had been wrapped into a big black mass by tentacles.

The heroic spirit also stared at the protruding eyeballs, excitedly waiting for the scene where the flesh and blood were crushed and exploded by the demon army.

Only the children looked at Wu Zhao worriedly, even though they were so frightened that they couldn't control the flow of tears, they still prayed silently in their hearts

——Please be sure to win!

——Please make sure nothing happens!

Like the lips dyed red by petals, the corners of the lips are raised, and the smile is proud and gorgeous.

——The emperor never disappoints the expectations of his subjects.

The golden light covered the body like water waves, completely isolating the touch of dirty slime and magic.

【Amnesty·Seize】——!

The heroic spirit's wild laughter stopped abruptly. He looked suspiciously at the tentacles that he drove all over the magic workshop, and even surrounded the hateful gods that hindered him. He didn't understand why the picture in his mind didn't appear until now.

Then the next moment, the heroic spirit screamed in shock: "This is impossible! My demon army will never lose to the gods, no!"

"Damn God, you are playing/playing with my Joan of Arc like/playing with a marionette, insulting my beautiful saint, the treasure of the world! Now in this era at the end of time, you are still preparing Block my way, prevent me from meeting the glorious and great holy girl!"

But no matter how madly the heroic spirit scolded, the golden light still unswervingly revealed from under the layers of tentacles in the most dazzling posture.

"Snapped--!"

The still twitching flesh and blood scattered around Wu Zhao's body. In the golden light, she was as majestic as a god.

"Unfortunately, no matter how loud you yell, it can't cover up the fact that you are always an incompetent coward."

Wu Zhao sneered: "You just kept talking about Joan of Arc? If she is really as great as you said, I don't know how she will feel when she sees you now."

"Leading subjects but not guiding them, being entrusted with faith but not restraining them. Your Joan of Arc sounds like a leader who is full of mistakes and not very good. Not as great as you say."

Obeying the order and guarding the entrance of the magic workshop, Lancelot, who had been silently observing the battle situation, was stunned.He watched the King of the East proudly utter this statement with incomparable confidence in herself. The expression on her face was that of a powerful emperor who controls all life and death powers, and she would be so overbearing.

A pride quite different from his King Arthur.

But... Lancelot looked at Wu Zhao with a slight smile on his lips.

He's suddenly interested in the empire she once ruled.

He wanted to know what kind of king was the king of the country who would make such an arrogant declaration, but the arrogance was justified.

The heroic spirit who committed the crime of kidnapping has become crazy, and he insists on winning with magic power.But Lancelot has been watching coldly, seeing clearly.

——His new master, the king of the east, is impossible to lose.

He could know through the magic link with Wu Zhao's command spell that just after the unknown oriental spell was activated just now, Wu Zhao's magic power was full again.

But it was another reason that led Lancelot to conclude Wu Zhao's victory: the source of magic power.

It is not supplied by the master's magical power, nor is it due to flesh and blood, soul, food or spiritual veins.Rather—the trust of all men in their King.

Children's longing for life, subjects' pursuit of the emperor, generations of nostalgia and praise for the dead emperor...

All the trust, life, hope and belief are intertwined to form a turbulent and huge magic power, which flows endlessly in her magic power circuit.

——Perhaps, as long as there is still one person in this world who remembers the Eastern emperor, and there is a book that sings praises of the Eastern emperor, and there is still one person who is willing to become her subject and entrust her faith and hope to her, Her magic will never run dry.

Her firm and proud figure will never fall down.

Lancelot thought so, swung his knife, and cut off another demon that was rushing over.

"Since I said that I am willing to temporarily assist you as a knight, then, King of the East, I will not break my oath to you."

— Bet/in the name of Lancelot!

Heroic Spirit's breath stagnates.

The only string of reason left in his mind broke.

"You are not allowed to insult my Joan of Arc! My Joan of Arc is the only light that can guide me in decaying France. Her glorious figure would make even the gods jealous. She is so beautiful and pure that even if her proud flagpole is in the Not broken in the last fire!"

"I'm just a loyal servant who has followed her footsteps until the end of time here, but! I, Gilles de Ray, will never be a coward!!"

Heroic Spirit's real name——

Wu Zhao raised his hand, pierced Ryunosuke Yusheng's palm, and burned his muscles with the same high temperature as the sun, causing Ryunosuke Uyusheng to hiss and scream the painful golden long stick immediately scattered into thousands of golden particles, It was condensed again in her hands.

She raised her eyes, and a bright smile appeared on her lips.

Just as she expected, the irrational Heroic Spirit uttered his real name without warning.

Along with it, his identity and the power he possessed were also exposed.

'The French marshal who participated in the war with Joan of Arc, but after Joan was executed by fire, crazily mutilated children and degenerated into a demon.More people are willing to call him: blue beard. '

Qing Ya's voice was immediately transmitted to Wu Zhao through his spiritual consciousness, and there was still anger in his voice.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of children killed by Blue Beard during his lifetime probably numbered over a thousand, and the cruelty of the methods shocked him at the time.Such a thing is even worthy of being a Heroic Spirit? '

Qing Ya's disgusted and indignant words made Wu Zhao slightly lower his eyes.

She looked at the children in the corner who hadn't been abused, were still healthy and intact.He looked again at the children on the walls around the workshop, who were scarred but had hopeful eyes.

"What a difficult guy, you accidentally found out your real name. However, it's okay, no matter how hard you struggle, you will die here tonight for preventing me from meeting Joan of Arc."

The heroic spirit's expression was mesmerized: "Struggling in vain will only make you and these children become my most beautiful trophies—ah! Struggling from the despair of all evil to the hope of light , the moment when I slipped into despair again, how beautiful it is, it makes people tremble!"

"This is an offering to the gods!"

Slightly returning to his sanity, the heroic spirit whose real name was Jill Ray De proudly raised the magic book in his hand, motioning for Wu Zhao to look at it.

"Thanks to the magic book left by my most sincere ally, Plelatti, on the road of using children as sacrifices to open up the way to hell and find a way to resurrect Joan of Arc, I have mastered the method to drive the demon army."

"With such a power that can kill the gods and liberate Joan's pure soul, how dare you say that you can win me!"

The number of demons continued to increase. They rushed towards Wu Zhao and the children, and were chopped into pieces under the magic power released by Wu Zhao, but they still persisted and rushed forward one after another.Wave after wave, Wu Zhao's magical power was continuously consumed.

Bluebeard, a cunning guy, knew that Wu Zhao would not let the children be killed in front of her eyes, so he kept ordering the demon army to rush at the children, consuming her magic power and distracting her power.

Because of the mutual restraint of the job agency.

Moreover, because the magic workshop itself is the magic fortress of the magician, in the magic workshop, the magician has an absolute advantage.

——What's more, Bluebeard's magic workshop was built in the underground where the sewage was flowing, which is the same as hell in concept, and it is a place where the strength of the summoned demon army is greatly increased.

This made it impossible for Wu Zhao to freely open the Anti-World Noble Phantasm.

This was what Bluebeard had calculated from the beginning.

but--

He missed one thing.

"Lancelot." Wu Zhao called out the heroic spirit's name: "Crush this dirty magic workshop!"

Lancelot, who had been silently guarding the corner of the magic workshop, minimizing his presence, immediately moved.

The dagger Wu Zhao threw to him turned into a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and threw it directly at the magic base set up next to him.

"As ordered."

——King of the East, let me see how far you can go.How will you win in a losing situation that is about to collapse.

Let me see what kind of empire you are in charge of!

Lancelot evaded the attack of the oncoming tentacles with a short body, and rushed towards the dagger that was stabbed at the magic point and made the structure of the magic workshop unstable.

Noble Phantasm activated——

【Knights don't die with bare hands】!

Everything he holds in his hand is his treasure.

Based on Wu Zhao's magic power, the dagger in Lancelot's hand quickly attacked the entire magic base, and the torrent of magic power was as fast as lightning, filling the structural nodes of the entire magic workshop one by one.

"No, no, no!! What are you doing, stop immediately!!" Blue Beard finally realized what Wu Zhao was going to do. He looked at Lancelot in horror and shouted to stop him.

Lancelot raised his head at a height close to the ground, and his melancholy eyes were rarely stained with fighting enthusiasm.

He looked at Wu Zhao, her calm and proud figure was so tall, as if she was insurmountable and invincible.

She is the symbol of the empire.As long as she stands there, her subjects will always belong, and they can always stand firm and sing forward to guard the territory.

Lancelot opened a smile, pouring all the magic power into the hands that clenched the dagger, and finally——

"With this sinful body, pave your brilliance! Ahhhhhhh!!!"

"Crack, crack..." was the sound of the magic base breaking.

The stones tumbled, the walls cracked, the magic nodes of the entire magic workshop broke, and the structure failed.

Bluebeard's home court advantage disappeared in an instant.He stared at Wu Zhao with wide eyes, still unable to react from the unexpected attack.

Yusheng Ryunosuke clutched his bleeding hand, supported the gradually stiff half of his body, and ran away from the falling stones in a panic.

In the chaos, only Wu Zhao looked calm.

She rolled up her sleeves and flew towards the children in the corner. The golden stick in her hand swept across, beheading the tentacles that Bluebeard had summoned in his unyielding attempt to kidnap the children.

The collapsing space is as terrifying as the end of the world. The children who have no power to protect themselves can only watch the stones fall and the tentacles attack with fangs and claws.

However, the golden light as warm as the sun enveloped all the children in time.

"Boy, can you still stand up?"

Wu Zhao raised his hand and drew a golden silk thread. Wherever the thread passed, the children's chains were shattered into powder.

"I won't help you up."

"You have to stand up by yourself."

She looked down at the children who survived the catastrophe, but the words she said were without warmth.

"I'll defeat the enemies you can't defeat for the time being. I'll kill the enemies you can't take revenge on. But, you have to find the way home by yourself."

The boy who was rescued from the wall curled up his hands and feet pierced by iron nails, froze for a moment, and then smiled at Wu Zhao without haze, "Yeah!"

"Thank you."

"We, we can go home!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-1423:58:47~2020-01-1523:38:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Yun Qi and Nan Wu;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：懒癌晚期的黑猫酱、余夜10瓶；叶修、菌子诶5瓶；25983480、哈？2瓶；柠檬白、林间雾1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!