People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

A group of people gathered a few meters away from each other in small groups in twos and threes on the upper floor of a construction site under construction.

"So, what's next?"

"We will not cooperate with you. We are not interested in this kind of lifeless thing. After that..."

"What kind of idiot are you talking about? Do you think you can stay out of the matter now? That mercenary can't let any of us go, and the result of admitting love at this time can't change anything."

"Tsk..."

The man who was clearly retreating just now seems to have been persuaded. After all, his motive for making a fuss is no less than that of the Spanish Star Cult and the "Five Great Associations" in Northern Europe.

It’s fine if it’s normal, and you might be able to save your life by begging for mercy and surrendering to the Puritan Church immediately, but on the eve of the “Daha Star Festival” where tourists from all over the world gather in Academy City, Zigru It is absolutely impossible for Germany to let them leave Academy City alive.

"Then there's nothing more to say about it now."

"In order to avoid that 'prophecy', we can't let that mercenary live no matter what."

"Don't impose your lunatic ideas on me, I just want to live."

Although not harmonious, it seems that the members of the scene have some kind of consistent "stake".

Although reluctant, and even a little "forced", there is no difference in essence.

The battle is moving to the stage of the final decisive battle.

Chapter 480 Nine: Enjoy it, this is a blow that should have come from the myth!

The footsteps of "Da Da" approached, and the black-haired mercenary stepped into the park just as planned.

The lacklustre but extremely oppressive gaze scanned this unremarkable late-night park.

The surrounding area is terribly quiet, because it is underground, so there is no wind at all.

There is also a small artificial lake here, but it is completely incomparable with the central lake on the fourth floor.

There are still some plastic bottles left on the benches by the roadside.

It seems that because of the power outage tonight, the cleaning robot is also on standby, so that many fallen leaves and even leaflets in the shopping street can be seen on the surrounding ground.

"Sigurd" looked around, and the rare evergreen vegetation actually bloomed.

The green bushes are dotted with a few light yellow flowers, which has a special flavor.

It seems that "Sigurd" decided to move on because he didn't notice the abnormality.

He didn't have an intuitive destination, basically he just walked slowly in the entire No.20 Second School District according to a certain route.

The hard soles collided with the cobbled path, and the footsteps of "Sigurd" paused for a while.

Feeling a little slippery under his feet, "Sigurd" subconsciously looked down at his surroundings.

It seems that the automatic watering system was activated before the power outage, so obvious drops of water can still be seen on some bushes, and the soil in some places also has obvious signs of being soaked by water.

There are also some residual water stains on the cobblestones near the roadside, which makes the smooth surface of the cobblestones reflect the surrounding environment even more.

And the moment "Sigurd" confirmed that there was no abnormality and planned to continue walking, an extremely thin piano wire was pulled up from the cracks in the cobblestones underground.

Like a tripping rope, "Sigurd" was caught off guard.

Although he didn't fall down, he subconsciously made adjustments because of the change in the center of gravity.

That is to say, under the unconscious movement of raising his hand to maintain balance, more wire ropes shot out from nowhere in all directions, and with the soft sound of taut ropes, they tightly entangled "Sigurd"'s limbs.

But even if the body is tightly bound by the sharp steel wire rope, even if it is pulled to the "cross", there is no fear.

But considering the prototype of this "self-discipline doll", it is also difficult to identify whether this "Sigurd" is unable to express complex emotions, or is simply fearless because of the strength of the "replication target".

"You shall loose the nails that bind you, and the roses from the cross."

There are no ups and downs in the gentle tone, but if you distinguish carefully, you will find that there are several special pronunciation methods in this short sentence pattern, and the effect and directivity of the spell are strengthened with specific regular resonance.

As the vocal cords vibrated the air, the air drove the steel wire rope, and the steel wire rope binding the limbs of "Sigurd" began to scream.

Afterwards, the wire rope wrapped around "Sigurd" and the piano wire that popped out all broke in an instant.

With a soft "bang", a large number of broken ropes flew in the air, and accompanied by the excitation of dust, the surrounding vision was completely fluctuated, so that "Sigurd", who originally planned to add a spell, put it down without a word. raised his right hand.

At this time, there were rustling footsteps in the dark depths beyond the surrounding dust.

There were more than one footsteps.

Judging by the sound of footsteps alone, the number was around 50 to [-] people.

And there is no doubt that each of them is a member of the "Amakusa-style cross desolate religion" assigned by Qingdun, England.

The sound of "Sigurd", whose eyes move left and right like a machine, distinguishes the sound of footsteps surrounding him.

Lots of footsteps are fairly three-dimensional, meaning they're moving in all directions from places like streetlights, tree canopies, and even benches and electrical boxes.

And the reason for not touching the ground, no matter how you think about it, can only be because it has something to do with the opponent's technique.

After the dust dissipated a little, "Sigurd" was able to see the surrounding situation a little bit clearly.

Scanning the surroundings mechanically, there are men, women and children surrounding him.

Each of them wears ordinary clothes that can be seen everywhere, but they hold weapons such as swords, guns, axes, bows and arrows, and whips in their hands. They also have weapons such as lock sickles, crosses, and iron flutes that are not common in Western systems and are unique to the East.

These terrifying weapons reflected the light of street lamps and the moon projected overhead, but the artificial moonlight did not have the coolness it should have.

Standing at the front, standing on the street lamp on one side in a golden rooster independent state, is the current acting pope of the Amakusa-style cross desolation, Komiya Saiji.

And as if dancing on a pole, relying on his legs to coil around the street light pole where Jiangong Zhaizi was standing was Itsuwa holding a navy ship gun.

On the surrounding tree trunks, distribution boxes, and benches, the members of the Amakusa style set up each other's arms, and did not slacken any slack because their side was in the upper hand.

And as the gray dust basically dissipated at this time, something reflected the light of the street lamp and the artificial moon.

Just like the infrared laser in the smoke screen, the state can be vaguely recognized by the only remaining fine dust.

The true face of that thin straight line of light is - fishing line!

Different from the previous steel wire rope and piano wire, although the general shape and meaning are almost the same, the number of props with complete essence is not as simple as one or two.

If you look carefully, more than forty people centered on Jiangong Zhaizi released extremely thin steel wires from their fingertips.

Each person manipulated seven silk threads, a total of 350 "spider silks", which locked the body of "Sigurd" from all aspects.

Like a fish fillet tied up with a fishing line, "Sigurd" stood in the center of the path unable to move.

"Life is bound to encounter adversity, just like sparks soaring."

High heat and brightness as if a thermite reaction occurred came from the fishing line that bound the body of "Sigurd".

The flying sparks fell on the surrounding grass and bushes, but they were not ignited because of the water droplets remaining on them.

After a while, the highlight faded, and the fishing lines that restrained "Sigurd" were not damaged except for a layer of black compound on the surface, and they were still holding "Zigrud" tightly. De" tied in place.

"Useless 'faker', after making sure that you and that mercenary have almost equivalent spells, we are thinking about countermeasures."

"'If it was the mercenary, it would have done it under the circumstances'. Thanks to that, we were able to prepare well."

"The steel wire rope and the piano wire are used first, and the fishing line is what binds you. The purpose of the fishing line is the particularity of 'binding life' and 'linking human hands and prey'."

"Although it lacks the 'strength' of a steel wire rope, and it is not as 'sensitive' as a piano wire, but as long as we can predict your actions, this is enough."

The expressionless "Sigurd" just stared at the surrounding "Amakusa-style" magicians.

No tension could be seen from his body, but the actual sense of oppression still made Jiangong Zhaizi and others feel great pressure.

(Evidently it’s not me, but I still have such a sense of oppression. What kind of monster is that mercenary...)

There is no doubt that Sigurd has never used his full strength in front of them, but assuming that the "Sigurd" in front of him has one-tenth of Sigurd's own strength, this sense of oppression is also extremely Outrageous.

Moreover, it is unknown whether the "faker" in front of him has one-tenth of Sigurd's power, or one-hundredth or even one-thousandth.

"After correctly understanding your 'composition' and 'pattern', enjoy the ultimate move prepared by the 'Amakusa Style' with all its strength. This should have come from the blow of the myth!"

When the words fell to the ground, something changed in Wuhe.

Not a change in appearance.

Nor is it the specific change of growing angel wings or having a halo on the head.

However, Wuhe at this time does exude a completely different "power" from before.

Slap clap clap! !

Accompanied by this unexpected sound, the naval ship gun in the girl's hand changed.

The original segmented gun body is like a branch with new shoots in spring, and the shoots start to coil up and grow rapidly with the tail end of the gun body.

However, the fast-growing "shoots" are not the green that the shoots should have, but a special golden color that is close to "red gold (copper)"?

Chapter 490: The one-shot that refines "one-hit victory" to its limit!

Like new shoots that germinate in spring, the golden branches that grow rapidly and coil around the body of the gun are entangled with Itsuwa's arms.

As the growth continued, several branches converged on the spear head, and covered the original three-edged spear like gold.

Like liquid gold, the original vacant part is filled, and a larger but sharper tip is formed at the front end.

With the completion of the gun body change, Wuhe's erratic aura also stabilized.

"Take this collection of all the accumulation of the Amakusa-style inheritance so far, and reproduce the legend of this world with one shot!"

Stepping on the lamp post with both legs, Wuhe's legs were slightly bent but did not exert any strength.

Rather than "rushing towards", perhaps "being drawn towards" would be a more accurate description.

The light pole itself did not shake at all, but Wuhe himself shot towards the bound "Sigurd" like a cannonball as if being pulled by the "golden gun" in his hand.

Itsuwa's face in his pupils kept enlarging, but "Sigurd" still didn't break free from the fishing line that bound him.

Burning with golden brilliance, the tip of the gun that seemed to be wrapped in flames definitely hit "Sigurd".

In the middle of the night in Central Park, a flash of light erupted so high that it illuminated the entire third floor, causing the light sensors of the street lights to go out thinking it was dawn.

(Being hit by Itsuwa's "light gun", even the mercenary himself will definitely be injured if he doesn't take proper protection. This is the use of the "Amakusa style" technology that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it combines several famous The power of the gun and one blow.)

Jiangong Zhaizi looked at the flying dust caused by the explosion, although it was a little dazzling because the flash had not dissipated just now, but now he didn't care so much.

The fishing line between his fingers broke, and after bearing Itsuwa's shot, the fishing line could no longer restrain "Sigurd", but it probably wasn't needed anymore.

("gungnir", "spearofcassius" and "brionac" meaning, and inscribed the name "quirinus" A blow to the head of a gun, even the mercenary himself...)