Although Da Mao Wang didn't want to learn projection magic at the moment, she still wanted to explore it. At least she was eager to know how far Wu Ming could do it.
"Okay, here you go."
Ren handed the invisible holy sword wrapped in the Wind King's barrier to Artoria, who looked curious.
He knew what King Daimao meant. The other party wanted to know how big the difference was between his curry stick and the one in her hand.
After taking over the eternally distant Golden Sword, King Daimao kept comparing it with the Sword of Victory in her hand.
She had also taken it once before when Wuming had just copied the Holy Sword, but she never expected that he could actually do it to this extent.
Unfortunately, even if Ren dispelled the Wind King's barrier and exposed the sword, Da Mao King still couldn't figure out the power of the Golden Sword.
So she returned the holy sword and asked directly: "Wu Ming, what level is your copied holy sword?"
"Ex-class anti-star Noble Phantasm, can blow up the earth with one sword, do you believe it?" Renn put away the holy sword and said something habitually.
Speaking of the power of the Holy Sword, it seems that the "old sword"-Arthur Pendragon's curry stick is more powerful, of course, provided that the number of layers unsealed is enough.
Although Artoria's holy sword is nicknamed EX Curry Stick (Excalibur), it is still only A-level and not as good as the old sword, but the old sword does not have Avalon.
"Stop joking and tell me quickly!" King Da Mao couldn't help but give this unreliable guy a blank look.
"A-level anti-fortress treasure is not as powerful as yours. Miss Knight King, are you satisfied now?"
Ren also rolled his eyes, glanced at the surrounding ruins, and walked towards Fuyuki City.
An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. King Da Mao followed him, raised his chin and said:
"Humph, you are the one. A fake projection has reached this level, what else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"
Although she was still very surprised, as long as Wuming's holy sword was worse than hers, she would be happy.
If the power is really the same, it would be too shocking.
The Noble Phantasm that you are proud of and symbolizes honor and legend is copied at will by others, and it is no worse than your own. Just imagine which heroic spirit can bear this?
She is no exception, no one wants to be compared to a fake.
Ren didn't reply, just looked up and admired the intoxicating night.
This dark, dilapidated street looked deserted. Under the dancing moonlight, the two of them galloped all the way, side by side, towards the urban area where the lights were on.
"By the way, Wu Ming, you have always been projecting other people's Noble Phantasms in battle, where is your own Noble Phantasm?" Arturia suddenly felt something in her heart and asked tentatively.
Renn smiled, took out his demon hunting knife and handed it to her:
"This sword is my Noble Phantasm, a C-level Noble Phantasm."
"Is this the one?" King Da Mao took the demon hunting knife with a surprised look on his face and looked at it carefully.
Judging from her eyes, the aura emitted by this knife is really not strong, and at most it is relatively sharp.
Ren's expression was serious and he said seriously: "Yes, this is my real Noble Phantasm."
"That's it? How is this possible? You are obviously very strong..." King Da Mao couldn't believe that the other party only had a C-level knife.
"Nothing is impossible, I am just an unknown person, without any fame, let alone legends and deeds.
In this case, of course, there is only one reasonably sharp knife to rely on."
Makes sense, but...
King Daimao looked wary and looked at Wuming's "serious" face with suspicion. If it had been anyone else, she might have believed it.
But this guy, huh, talks nonsense and uses counterfeit money, and not a single word of it is credible.
Her expression became serious and she said seriously:
"Wu Ming, as an ally, you have copied both of my Noble Phantasms. Now to facilitate future cooperation, can you tell me your trump card?"
"You're overthinking this. This sword is my precious phantom." Ren explained in a serious manner without blushing or heartbeat.
He didn't panic, the Demon Hunting Knife was really his Noble Phantasm, it was just that he had two other Noble Phantasms.
Of course, there is no need to tell her this.
"Really? You don't have any other trump cards?" She stared at his face and asked.
Ren quickly shook his head and sighed with a "lonely" look:
"Why am I lying to you? I'm just a Caster, the weakest class, and a mere second-rate mage.
Except for the projection magic and a few knife skills which are pretty good, the other things are completely off the table."
"Really?" King Daimao looked back doubtfully.
Master Ren immediately changed the subject: "Let's go, I'm a little hungry, let's go have dinner now."
"If I don't go, you can't go either, liar! You promised me that you will never deceive people with counterfeit money in the future!"
Arturia became angry when she thought of this incident. She, the dignified King of Knights of Britain, one day became an accomplice of a liar.
Tie, I didn’t see you being so tough when I was eating.
Renn pursed his lips and took out a wad of cash from his trouser pocket:
"Let me state in advance that this money was given to me by Yan Ye, not a projection. Although it is not much, it is absolutely fine for a few big meals."
"Hmph, why do you use fake banknotes to deceive people when you have real banknotes!" King Da Mao turned his head away in anger and did not want to pay attention to him.
Ren looked dismissive and asked confidently: "Of course it goes without saying, why spend real money when you can use fake money?"
Damn it! This bastard!
Da Mao Wang gave him a vicious look, turned around and walked in the other direction. If he didn't leave, she was afraid that she would fight with him again.
Renn didn't care and deliberately said in a regretful tone:
"Unfortunately, I originally planned to eat at the barbecue buffet, steak, chicken wings, mutton skewers, sashimi... It seems that only I can enjoy these delicacies."
Whoosh!
King Daimao immediately turned around and walked back, saying expressionlessly: "Wu Ming, let's go separate ways after eating!"
She is really not greedy, she just needs to replenish her physical strength and maintain her best condition. After all, the Conqueror is very powerful and cannot be careless...
Yes, that's it! Otherwise, who would want to stay with Wu Ming, a liar?
Hehe, I say no, but my body is very honest.
Ren smiled confidently, knowing that she was thin-skinned and not exposing her, and led Dai Mao to a cafeteria in the Dynasty.
He and King Da Mao agree on one thing, no matter what, you can't treat your stomach badly.
After a sumptuous dinner, the two people, who were just "plastic teammates", officially parted ways.
"Hey, let me tell you, are you really not going back to the castle with me and are you going to search Rider by yourself all night?"
On the national highway, Ren stared at King Da Mao who was about to leave.
"If you are not lazy, you can search separately with me, which will be more efficient." Arturia's expression was cold.
This guy, put down his skirt... well, he just turned his back on everyone after eating and drinking.
Ren twitched the corner of his mouth, waved to her, and then left calmly: "No, I wish you good luck."
This kind of thankless hard work would not be tolerated by him, Master Ren.
