Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

Even if it doesn't work, he can just copy the guy himself, and it's okay for him to be single and unparalleled on the other side.

"However, if Artoria rings the third bell, the team of Children of Prophecy led by her, whose strength has once again increased, is worthy of individual attention."

But it's just a little bit of attention. It's not necessary to make a whole plan for them like dealing with Woodworth.

After all, compared with the strength of the British army, Woodworth's personal force was vastly superior.

Thinking of this, Guinevere took out one of the few small mirrors he carried with him.

With a little injection of magic power, some preset spells were quickly launched again, and then, Woodworth's ferocious beast face reappeared in the mirror.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Guinevere's face, Woodworth's expression suddenly darkened and he asked angrily.

"How is the situation over there?" Guinevere asked bluntly, ignoring Woodworth's obvious change in expression.

It was obvious that Woodworth hated him, but what did it matter?Anyway, as long as he can play his role well, it will be fine.

"We are heading towards New Darlington," Woodworth curled his lips and said, "It's probably less than an hour away."

"With Percival as your opponent, are you confident?"

"Ha, stupid question," Woodworth sneered, "I watched that boy grow up. Although it is indeed beyond my expectation to reach this point, with his little ability, even if he is now I still haven’t been able to completely remove the curse of Morse, so I can easily kill him.”

"Is that so..."

Guinevere nodded slightly. At the same time, he casually clicked on the power index column and found Woodworth's personal panel.

At this moment, there is a debuff called "Morse's Curse" hanging in Woodworth's status bar:

[Morse Curse: The curse that was born with the British fairies. It is the original sin of the British fairies, their eternal nightmare, and the Sword of Damocles hanging above their heads. 】

[However, due to the extremely strong curse resistance and self-healing ability of Yaling Baiguang Woodworth, the curse cannot kill Woodworth, but can only weaken it. 】

[Current effect: Self-healing ability is reduced by 50%, and all attributes are reduced by 20%. 】

[As Woodworth accumulates the amount of injuries he heals in a short period of time, his ability to suppress Morse's Curse will decrease, and the effect of Morse's Curse will increase. 】

After carefully reading the debuff about Morse's Curse, Guinevere frowned tightly.

Although even Woodworth, who is now suffering from the curse of Morse, still maintains A-level attributes in all attributes, the debuff's weakening of his combat power is still visible to the naked eye, and it especially weakens the original Woodworth. Si's most powerful healing ability and continuous combat ability.

In other words, the current Woodworth has changed from the original undead warrior that even Guinevere had a headache to a purely powerful warrior. Although he is still far more powerful than other fairies, he is no longer invincible. The strongest warrior in the history of the Fairy Kingdom.

The classic boss's strength is reduced by more than half after joining the team.

But there is nothing we can do about it... Do you think this Woodworth has cut it badly?Guinevere gave him the Morse Curse.

It can only be said that there is nothing that can be done. Otherwise, he will not be able to defeat Woodworth, let alone recruit him into the team, because without this curse, Guinevere and Woodworth will never be able to tell each other apart. Win or lose.

"But there is one more thing, Woodworth." Guinevere said suddenly.

"What?" Woodworth raised an eyebrow.

"When I was investigating in Oxford, I found that Beryl has been collecting clues about you. He even bribed your guards to bring him some of your naturally shed hair. This may be used as a way for him to remotely monitor you. magician"

Recalling what happened in the fourth simulation, Guinevere said seriously:

"That guy has an extraordinary interest in you...I heard that he has a spell that can change the target's internal organs into the target's body. You'd better pay extra attention to that guy. I feel that he has a high probability. Attack you when you are weak."

Hearing this, Woodworth frowned tightly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that asking Guinevere to kill him in Oxford might not be so unacceptable.

His subordinates would actually be able to secretly bring his hair to Beryl to frame him... It's really disgusting to think about it.

He silently wrote down Guinevere's words, but even so, Woodworth's reply was completely different:

"Huh? Are you questioning my strength? Don't laugh to death. I can kill a clown like Beryl even if I only have one little toe left to move."

"...Okay, you better be."

Seeing Woodworth's attitude, Guinevere couldn't help but shake his head... But anyway, he had already reminded him, so Guinevere said no more and hung up the water mirror.

"I hope this guy won't really fall over with the Round Table Army..."

Guinevere sighed helplessly, and then looked up at the sky tiredly.

But at this moment, he saw a green meteor streaking across the sky in the distance.

"Meteor? Will there be meteors in Fairy Country too... No!"

Suddenly realizing something, Guinevere trembled. Then without hesitation, he immediately reached into his arms and pulled the string extending from the demon's heart on his chest.

"Everyone! Back off!"

With such a roar, Guinevere, who had completed the demon transformation, pointed the huge muzzle of his left hand at the sky. At the same time, as the demon transformed, his newly acquired large-scale induction of the gun demon was also successfully captured. The figure flying rapidly in the sky confirmed the accuracy of his guess.

Then, after putting all the locking ability of the devil's instinct on the meteor, Guinevere mobilized the maximum magic power without hesitation and fired three shots in a row.

Before those three loud and thunderous gunshots resounded across the plains, the cannonballs launched at far supersonic speeds had already flown towards the meteors in the sky, but they all deviated. The first of them was If the meteor continues to fly along its trajectory, it will collide with it.

"Tsk."

Making a short sound of displeasure, the girl traveling at high speed in the air had to temporarily deflect the trajectory to avoid the cannonball - but after she avoided it, she suddenly realized that in the direction she was avoiding, she was about to hit the shell. Load the second cannonball.

Could it be that every shot he fired took into account the direction I was most likely to dodge?

The girl's heart trembled, and then her eyes quickly turned to look at the last flying cannonball.

Sure enough, the impact point of the cannonball was also the direction she subconsciously wanted to dodge when dodging the second cannonball. However, with the speed of the cannonball, she would never have time to dodge the third time after avoiding the second one. of.

However, now that she has realized this, she will naturally not make the mistake again and immediately dodge in the other direction.

Then the second cannonball suddenly turned around in the air and hit her in the chest, knocking her over immediately. The third cannonball also deflected at the same time and shot another shot at the girl flipping in the air. Just knock her out of the air.

"Ah."

Guinevere sneered.

Are you kidding me? He is a gun demon. He naturally has control over the bullets he fires. Although it is difficult to control them when there are many, he can definitely control only one bullet at the same time.

In this case, the failure of the first shot was just to make the opponent careless and fall into the misunderstanding that the trajectory of his long-range attack was straight.Then use the third shot to attract all her attention - after all, the normal thinking is like this, the most dangerous and powerful blow is saved for the end.

When the opponent also falls into such a conventional train of thought, the second shot as a killer move will catch her off guard, and then the third shot will naturally not miss.

Thinking that he had performed such a wonderful operation, Guinevere wanted to put the muzzle of the gun still emitting smoke in front of his face and blow a small puff of it, but he found that because the barrel was too long, he couldn't blow at all. I had no choice but to give up in frustration.

It's a pity that Guinevere is still an incomplete gun demon, and the calculation power brought by his demonic instinct is not enough. Three shots is already his limit. Otherwise, he can try to snipe the opponent in the air with one breath. kill.

But now his goal has been achieved.

There is no need to think about the identity of the opposite party, of course it is Lancelot. Apart from her, where else in Britain can there be someone who can fly across the sky with pride and speed like a shooting star?

Even though they had only been in contact for a short time, Guinevere could tell that the fairy Lancelot was not a character who would break her teeth and swallow her when she suffered a loss. The guys will be killed on the same day at your door.

As expected, Lancelot, who was just passing by him in the sky, quickly adjusted his balance in the air after being shot three times, and then immediately turned and accelerated the jet towards Guinevere. He flew straight over and reached Guinevere in just one second.

"I take back my initially good first impression of you... You are really annoying (▼ Dis▼ #)! Why are you hitting me?! The troublesome man is the worst. Don’t you know that people are annoying?”

Lancelot took off the cracked mask on his head and threw it aside, revealing his somewhat ferocious face and said angrily.

"It's really strange. We are enemies, right? Do we need any other reason to attack you?" Guinevere shook his head and said, "Although I don't know what you are here for, but no matter what, since we are enemies, then there is no need to Isn’t it natural for you to get your wish?”

Finally, in order to cover up the fact that he had an emulator, he added:

"Have we met before?"

The next moment, a sudden thrust from the front forced Guinevere to take half a step back. The sharp blade transformed into his right hand was placed in front of him, narrowly blocking the sharp thrust from Demon Orchid. Magic scabbard.

"Okay, let's just say we haven't seen her before. In that case, it's really bad for a guy to act rudely to a lady he just met (╬￣Van￣)."

The two swords intersected, and Lancelot's body turned in the air in a trajectory that defied common sense of physics. He had already thrown his petite and slender legs towards Guinevere. As she swept her legs, a large amount of magic power was flowing around her. Her legs are attached and condensed into sharp blades.

This time, Guinevere blocked the kick with the gun barrel transformed into her other hand, but the same sharp wind thrown out by her kick had already cut Guinevere's clothes behind her.

Very strong, very strong. It was completely different from the time he faced her at the auction. The speed was almost completely different and exceeded the limit that the human eye could capture.

The next moment, Lancelot's body disappeared in front of him, and he accelerated suddenly and rushed behind him, punching Guinevere's spine with a punch, breaking Guinevere's spine. At the same time, he was also knocked away:

"Although you are not my primary target, since you are here, I will kill you first as you wish! (｀⌒′メ)"

"......Is it?"

Turning violently in the air, Guinevere landed firmly.

It was just an injury as severe as breaking his spine, but he had already healed before he hit the ground.

"With all due respect, it seems that you are unable to do this with your abilities."

After all, at this time, he was no longer the ordinary human young man at the auction in the previous simulation.

In terms of inhuman strength, how could a demon be inferior to a dragon?

py: My good friend invited me to drink milk tea today, so of course I have to recommend him again:

"I, Hikigaya, the Evil God's Search"

Introduction: "I, Biqigu, a legendary detective, a boss of the association, a mysterious giant, five emperors of the ocean, and the nemesis of weirdness."

"There are five cousins, one biological sister, one childhood sweetheart, two ex-girlfriends, one cute junior, and one beautiful girl colleague, but no one likes me. I am a complete loser."

The daily life and the mysterious are gradually intertwined, even if we hesitate, we still move forward.

Cthulhu landed in New York, and the legendary agent Artoria disappeared... This era needs heroes.

"...stay sane and follow me into madness."

Bi Qigu lit a cigarette expressionlessly, put on his sunglasses, and showed his ID.

"Agent Bi Qigu, intervene in the investigation."

Ps: Daily polysaccharides, secret world suspense, high blood sugar and high blood pressure please come in

Chapter 48 Defeat them one by one

The blue meteor surpassed the speed of sound in an instant, and a powerful stream of magic power was ejected from behind the petite girl knight, pushing her to move at extremely fast speeds.

Guinevere quickly raised his left hand, quickly aimed at Lancelot, and then fired a shot.

But Lancelot suddenly changed the trajectory of his movement, treating inertia as if it were nothing, and suddenly turned behind Guinevere in a trajectory that could make Newton angry and the hero descended on the spot.

Then, the scabbard on the side of her arm was violently thrown forward, stabbing Guinevere straight in the back of the heart.

"Tsk."

Guinevere clicked his tongue in displeasure, and then quickly slashed back with the strange-shaped sharp blade in his right hand, blocking Lancelot's straight thrust.

Until now, Guinevere can basically confirm one thing.

Within seven steps, it's the Lancelot Express. Beyond seven steps, it's still the Lancelot Express.

At their level of fighting, firearms basically have no advantage in range or speed. Even if she shoots with the barrel of Lancelot, if there are no other means of restricting her movement, she can still Guinevere slipped away the moment he fired.

It's true that Guinevere can slightly control the fired cannonball, but he can't make the bullet ignore the inertia. It would be too difficult to suddenly turn more than [-] degrees.

In this way, she would be too weak to dodge bullets. With her speed, Guinevere would only need to fire one shot at most, and she would be immediately rushed in front of her face. In this way, the effect of the gun devil's hand would be limited. will be greatly weakened.

Unless the battle starts at a very long distance of more than a thousand meters, the gun demon's arms are basically useless.

Therefore, after several rounds of fighting, Guinevere quickly came up with an idea.

At the same time, Lancelot, who was still maintaining the onslaught, had turned again to avoid Guinevere's counterattack, but this time, when she stopped again, she was already above and behind Guinevere. , then her body turned around, and she suddenly somersaulted forward, swinging her well-proportioned slender legs in the air, and the lake-like blue magic power condensed a two-meter-long magic wave on her toes, following her slender legs. The legs split together.

But this time, Guinevere's sidestepping movement was a little slower, and he also deliberately raised his left hand.

Then, the lake-like magic horse slashed down, instantly cutting Guinevere's left hand in two.

"kindness?"

Seeing this scene, Lancelot frowned slightly and quickly backed away, widening the distance between him and Guinevere.

"What do you mean? You were able to dodge just now, why didn't you dodge? (｀ー′)"

As soon as they separated, Lancelot asked directly.

"Heh, what do you think?" Guinevere sneered while covering his broken arm, "Since you keep saying that you are a lady, why not just pretend that I am letting you go?"

"If you say this in a knight duel, can I understand it as an insult?"

Lancelot said coldly.

"Interesting," Guinevere grinned, "Then I'll be honest...it's just a replacement of accessories."

While he was saying this, his arm had grown back from his flesh and blood, but this time when he regenerated the arm, he did not let it be reborn in the form of a weapon, but instead regenerated himself. The five fingers were restored.