A Master's Type Moon Event Book

"No, servants don't need to eat." Ai Lei glanced at him sideways, "except with the Master."

Ah, what a provocative feeling.

Li Xiang held her soft little hand and squeezed it gently, which was very comfortable.

He said, "Chaldea summoned Da Vinci today."

"Is it Da Vinci Sauce?" Ai Lei's face showed a hint of surprise.

"Hmm. Did you know it was going to be Da Vinci Jr.?"

"You know." Alley carefully observed his expression, calm and relieved, "Da Vinci didn't tell you the truth?"

"No, they said they would tell me after I finish the main mission."

"Then wait a little longer." Allie scratched her fingernails on the palm of his hand, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, "Although I don't think it matters, let Da Vinci just listen to her. She won't Do things that hurt you."

Li Xiang nodded.

Da Vinci's attitude towards him was indeed very good, without malice.

Personally, he prefers Da Vinci Lily.

Li Xiang took out Kai's diary, and the only way to learn the truth was to complete the task quickly.

There is no need to go to Chaldea in the afternoon, and I have a lot of free time.

"Ai Lei, watch over for me, if you have something to do, you can wake me up in advance."

"Okay." Alley said. She had met him several times before and knew what he was going to do.

Li Xiang closed his eyes.

The sun, like a furnace, scorched the earth.

A climate that would never have been possible in London.

But it's not just a hot day, it's magic.

He is standing on the wide city wall now, under the sky in the distance, a black line emerges among the tumbling air waves, moving forward at an extremely fast speed, and soon arrives in front of him.

Soldiers in black armor filled the sky, like black clouds overwhelming the city, approaching with an unimaginable aura.

The black armored soldier of the humble king Vitigeng.

With the help of farsighted magic, Li Xiang clearly saw the appearance of the black armored soldier.

The whole body is black armor, and the face armor is also black, but it is divided into two parts with engraved patterns, which looks a little strange.

On the left is a shining tower, and on the right is a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue.

going down.

On the shoulders is a gray cloak embroidered with blood-red dark patterns, which is connected to the neckline with a black snake-shaped button.

Finally, a pair of black iron boots.

The reason why Li Xiang couldn't live for a few minutes the first few times was not because of the black armor soldiers, but because of magic.

After he observed for a minute, a group of people wearing magician robes walked out from the black armored soldiers.

They raised their staffs.

The red light turned into layers of air waves, soaring into the sky from the ground, forming magic circles one after another.

Their shiny texture is not complicated, and in a short breath, it spreads outward, forming a magic circle that stretches for thousands of miles.

In the next moment, the fire rained all over the sky, like arrow feathers shot by thousands of troops and horses, covering the blue sky. When approaching the city wall, the flames shone and burst out into a strong light cluster.

Li narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

In his line of sight, the air outside is burning, every space is full of flames, the sky and the earth, there is nothing to hide, only the scorching heat that burns everything.

The whole city is like encountering the setting sun.

Li Xiang's skin turned black.

He endured the pain and started to cast magic. The icy blue light was extraordinarily weak in the red air, but somehow it worked, the surface was covered with a thin layer of ice.

Constantly melting, and constantly generating.

The first survival crisis that Li Xiang encountered was to resist the aftermath of this great magic.

About ten seconds later, the huge city became the center of the storm.

Amidst the countless wind sounds, the magic power galloped at high speed and rubbed against the air, neighing.

They come from a distance, as if an invisible mountain is slowly falling.

In the center of seven or eight meters away from Li Xiang, an old man in a white magic robe raised his hand.

The body of the magic wand made of mithril is illuminated with exquisite and beautiful runes, and the crystal ball at the top exudes dazzling brilliance.

The cold and frightening aura spread, and even the ground trembled slightly.

The magic is changing.

Intangible into tangible.