Xingyue, I Matou Sakura rewrites fate

545. My Spirit Base Is Damaged, I Am Almighty

Carved on the chest, it looks like a whole new set of command spells with gorgeous tattoos.

This is a brand new command spell system that Sakura spent several years developing under the command spell system of the Matou family.

Just like the previous introduction, this is a super-powerful command spell that can reach a contract with a servant, so that you can summon the servant you contract with it anytime, anywhere.

However, the manufacturing cost of such a powerful Command Seal is beyond imagination.

Even a parallel world-class wealthy woman like Sakura produced two sets of Command Seals in more than ten years.

And just now, in order to forcibly drive Brynhildr into a runaway state by forcibly opening the third treasure, Sakura directly and permanently used one-third of such a set of command spells on her body.

You must know that Sakura's new command spell is the product of the combination of the holy grail system and the command spell system.

Each of these strokes is equivalent to a third of a complete Great Grail.

Although Brunhilde did not fully obtain all the magic power equivalent to one-third of the Great Holy Grail.

But even if you only get one-tenth, it is amazing enough.

Under the attack of Brynhildr, who was blessed with so much magic power, a huge hole was instantly blasted into Surut's crust-like shell.

The heart of ice that was constantly beating in the flames was also directly exposed to everyone's eyes along with the big hole in his chest.

Of course, at the price of achieving such an outcome, Brunhilde, who completed this blow, also dissipated in this world.

"Come on, use it, let me know Surut, are you pretending, or..."

It's not enough to pretend that, with the current Surut, he really can't unleash Fenrir's power.

But... and only for now.

As a fire giant, Surut hates ice.

Surut loathed any kind of ice.

But when it is really necessary, Surut will never mind, use it...

What's more, Surut can actually find someone to help him share the ice that disgusts him.

Cold, biting cold.

Standing on the edge of the battlefield, on a barren mountain surrounded by lava.

Ophelia, who had been enduring the pain of burning before, at this moment, when the heart of ice in Surut's chest was exposed, she immediately felt a biting cold.

The severe cold is far colder than the surrounding tens of degrees below zero.

That's right, Ophelia, the Ophelia that Sulute calls me, is the one who helps Sulute share the power of severe cold that makes him hate~!

This is definitely one of the cruelest tortures in the world.

The magic power in the body was as high as nearly a thousand degrees one second before, and the next second this high temperature turned into a severe cold of more than minus 100 degrees.

If it wasn't for Surut who was always providing a huge vitality for his master, Ophelia.

Ophelia must have been played to death by Surut's 'love' long ago.

Surut's vitality prevented her from fainting or dying, and the magical power of burning hot and freezing cold made Ophelia feel like being tortured in hell.

And just when Surut's master Ophelia was tortured.

On the tree roots surrounding Surut's left arm, the traces of burning still disappeared, replaced by a thick sheet of hoarfrost.

Apparently, after sharing it with Ophelia.

With violent roars, the ice heart left by Fenrir in Surut's body was activated.

With a click, the roots of the tree shattered.

Immediately after breaking off the tree roots wrapped around his right arm.

Surut quickly followed suit, using the cycle of ice and fire to tear off all the tree roots that felt hot and cold from his body.

After regaining her freedom, Surut first cast a vicious glance at Sakura who was floating not far in front of her, then carefully raised her left hand that had turned into frost, and filled the big hole in the shell of her chest. A layer of cold ice.

After doing all this.

Surut still didn't attack Sakura, but began to absorb the power of ice and snow emitted by Skadi and Shidone.

"Uncle Napoleon, are you ready? Surut is devouring my treasure!"

"3 minutes, I need 3 more minutes~!"

"3 minutes, dear Da Vinci, did you hear that~!"

"OK~?, I'm almost ready, leave the next 3 minutes to me~!"

Looking at Da Vinci's confident smile in the communication projection that lit up in front of him.

Gudazi and Matthew immediately nodded trustingly.

Then he began to hold the shield, and maintained the summoning of the shadow of the servant, guarding Shidu, who was about to lose strength, and Napoleon, who was accumulating strength.

Just when Koyanskaya, Ashiya Michiman, and Merlin who had been quietly following behind them approached Chaldea's chariot.

Suddenly, this technological chariot began to deform amidst a burst of metallic roar.

Several thick mechanical arms equipped with thick spikes protruded from the roof of the chariot, firmly fixing the entire chariot to the ground, followed by the second part of the chariot that normally cannot be entered by personnel. layers are exposed to air.

Gun barrels, as thick as telegraph poles, stood up like this.

Just when the entire chariot looked like a porcupine with spikes because of these erected barrels.

Sitting in the cockpit, Da Vinci's whole body was covered with some kind of link device patches, and his whole body turned red like a boiled shrimp.

"Hey, hey, Director Da Vinci, are you all right?"

Seeing Da Vinci become like this, Gold, who has never seen Da Vinci in pain, immediately asked Da Vinci with concern in the past few months since becoming the director of Chaldea .

"It doesn't matter... It's just a sequela of using a semi-finished system. At most, it's just destroying this spirit foundation. There's nothing you can't beat, sir..."

"What, the spirit base is broken, it's not a big deal, hey, hey, Director Da Vinci, do you know what you're talking about, you don't really intend to hand over Chaldea to me from now on... "

"Hahaha of course not, leave it to you, the director, how can I rest assured, feel at ease, there is really nothing that can't be defeated, just damage to the spirit foundation, the director remembers, I am an almighty person—Leonor Do da Vinci~!"

Accompanied by Da Vinci, he almost yelled his name at Gold with gritted teeth.

For a moment, there was no buffer for the magic power in his body. Da Vinci, who was connected to the Da Vinci's special cannon, clearly heard the sound of his spiritual base starting to shatter.

At the same time, the cannons on the back of the Chaldean chariot-Shadow Border began to roar towards Surut, who was nearly ten kilometers away~!

"Go~ my Athena Cannon~!"

546. Reckless Da Vinci, Mysterious Sherlock Holmes

Amid Da Vinci's hoarse roar, the muzzle on the chariot began to roar.

Amidst the roaring sounds, one after another, the long metal rods began to accelerate continuously in the barrel, driven by the extremely compressed magic power.

In the end, it turned into meteors approaching the speed of light, and bombarded the huge Surut with terrifying destructive power enough to lift a city from the surface into space.

At this moment, even a real super volcano would have to collapse in front of these long metal poles.

What's more, the energy readings are comparable to super volcanoes, but their quality is far inferior to those natural wonders shaped by Gaia's mighty force.

The huge body with a shell of tens of thousands of tons was completely sent flying horizontally by the blows of metal long poles.

The shell, which is strong enough to rival the hardest material on earth, also began to crack continuously under such blows.

When the artillery fire on the Chaldean chariot gradually ceased, and the trajectory that could not be captured by the naked eye no longer crossed the sky.

Surut, whose body was mostly shattered to the ground, was still blasted nearly a hundred kilometers away, and was panting continuously against the mountains at the edge of the world.

Looking at the last picture captured by the optical radar in front of him, he looked at the record that Surut's entire arm was smashed in his own shelling.

With cracks all over his body, Leonardo da Vinci, who had almost turned into a blood man, grinned cheerfully, showing his bloody teeth.

"Sure enough...the fruit of the first and second generations of wisdom doesn't work, it's all because I took the wrong route, the ultimate force of destruction is the most correct firepower..."

"Hey, hey, Director Da Vinci, please stop talking... You are bleeding all over the floor now, please don't move, I will stop the bleeding for you."

The mighty power that Da Vinci just created undoubtedly stunned Gold, an ordinary magician.

But compared to marveling at Da Vinci's amazing power created by using technology.

At this time, Gold was more worried about Da Vinci's safety.

Although Da Vinci seems to be full of energy at the moment.

But... the dense cracks covering almost every inch of her skin, and the blood oozing out of the cracks are not fake.

Looking at Gold who panicked and immediately activated basic healing magic, intending to stop his bleeding.

Because of Roman's relationship, I actually didn't like to see Gold before. Even after I gradually got to know him, although I gradually accepted this 'ordinary' and clumsy magician, I never recognized him as a magician. The status of a member of Le Di.

But at this moment, after seeing the fake, caring eyes in Gold's eyes.

At this moment Da Vinci finally finally admitted Gold.

Of course Da Vinci only recognized Gold as a member of Chaldea, not the director.

In Da Vinci's eyes, there are only two directors of Chaldea, one is Maris Billy, the "monster" that Da Vinci has to admire in some respects.

As for the other one, it is naturally Roman, the acting director!

"Don't worry, don't worry, as an almighty person, I'm not that weak, and it's impossible for me to do something unprepared... Well, Gold, you should save your magic power to prepare a celebration banquet for us."

As Da Vinci's words fell, a servant wearing Victorian and British-style clothing suddenly appeared in the shadows in the corner of the cockpit.

While startling everyone, he also came to Da Vinci with a stern expression.

"You are too messy Leonardo."

"Haha, what does it matter, anyway, I won't be returning to the Seat of Heroes for the time being, right... Sherlock Holmes."

"Hey, Da Vinci, you... and him? By the way, did you just call me by my name instead of my director?"

"Haha, sorry, sorry, Gold, look at me now..."

"Well, are you sure this servant named Holmes won't..."