Chapter 162 The third occupation, are you satisfied?
Half a minute later, as Gustav finished reciting the spell, a standard magic arrow was accurately summoned. Then, under the magic swordsman's gaze, the magic arrow emitting white light shot out of his intertwined hands.
The center shot out, passed through the flat playground with an unobstructed view, and reached the target in the blink of an eye. At this time, Moriarty's second-level spell was only halfway through.
"what to do?"
At this moment, dozens of violently beating hearts, including White's, were thrust into their throats, as if they were about to burst together with the ruthless explosion of magic arrows in Moriarty's chest in the next second.
But just when everyone thought that the squadron leader was about to be knocked down by a shot and injured, a crystal red figure suddenly stood in front of Moriarty, as if crossing the void.
Without any pause, in an instant, the magic arrow hit it, and then exploded into a dazzling piece of light with a crisp sound. However, under the sudden burst of magic energy conflict, the red figure was only extremely powerful.
He shook slightly in shame, and then continued to hover steadily in mid-air as if nothing had happened, protecting Moriarty who was still casting spells smoothly behind him.
It was only then that the entire guard squadron finally saw clearly that the rock-hard red shadow was a gargoyle whose entire body was made of red crystal. In addition to its appearance being completely different from that of ordinary gargoyles, this one suddenly appeared.
There is also a set of honeycomb-shaped black circular conduits hanging under the legs of the magic puppet, which is even more confusing.
"Oh my God!"
As if he was about to drown and was pulled up again, everyone in the audience could no longer care about anything else and howled like wolves.
What is unexpected? This is it!
Isn’t the magic swordsman tricky? He can defeat warriors with his magic, and he can kill mages with his sword, but what can he do against Moriarty!? In addition to being equally good at spells and slashing people, Moriarty is much better than Gustav.
A more dazzling profession, but one that is easily overlooked by people: Level 2 Alchemist!
In the past, props such as magic wands were not used to save everyone's face, but now it is always more reasonable to summon the magic puppets made by oneself. And looking at the appearance of the red crystal gargoyle, it would be easy to eat a magic arrow.
It was like being blown by a small wind. Apart from shaking, nothing happened. With such an ability to withstand blows, if Moriarty had released it from the beginning, I am afraid that Gustave would have been tortured on the spot and knelt down.
For the sake of singing "Conquer".
Similarly, looking at the gargoyle puppet with slowly flapping wings and golden eyes, Gustav also had a surprised expression on his face, as if he had seen an undead. But after just concentrating, this man's heart was so hard that it seemed as if it was filled with iron ore.
The magic swordsman once again began to summon the second magic arrow.
And when he saw Gustav's perseverance, or what could be said to be his ungrateful behavior, White, who just wanted to kill him with a crossbow, couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Half a minute later, the Demon Swordsman completed his second magic arrow, locked the target and fired it again, but the result was still blocked by the red crystal gargoyle's body.
However, it seemed that it was different from the previous understatement of the interception. After being hit by the magic arrow for the second time, a small spiderweb-like mark appeared on the crystal armor on the gargoyle's chest, which looked quite impressive on the almost transparent body of the puppet.
Conspicuous. It seems that powerful magic puppets are not completely immune to magic. As long as the attack strength is sufficient, it is not impossible to knock down the red crystal gargoyle.
It's a pity that such an opportunity will not be left to Gustav.
When the magic swordsman stubbornly began to summon the magic arrow for the third time, a bright red fireball had also completely formed in Moriarty's palm.
Looking at the red ball that seemed to be made of solidified flames, the entire guard squadron became silent again. At this moment, no one was sure how Moriarty planned to deal with the stubborn "Two Hundred and Five" who was still "stupidly chanting" opposite.
Maybe after just one "miss", Gustav will be completely engulfed by the fireball, which is far more powerful than the magic arrow. By then, under the dual effects of explosion and high temperature, the magic swordsman will most likely become hundreds.
The charred pieces were scattered all over the playground, and then mixed with the grass of the next spring to take root and sprout, continuing to enjoy the moisture of the sun, rain and dew in another way.
Looking at Gustav who was still casting the curse, Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly, then waved his left hand lightly, and the red fireball followed a beautiful parabola and flew in the direction of the magic swordsman.
"No, Your Excellency!"
At this time, the other nine magic swordsmen who came to the guard squadron with Gustav to report could no longer remain neutral. They shouted and rushed to the playground. However, they were killed by White and other squadron soldiers led by Guderian.
They blocked the scene. In desperation, the magic swordsmen held their sword hilts and started to attack White and others.
But at this moment, the fireball that was originally aiming directly at the Demon Swordsman dropped rapidly from mid-air, like a heavy lead ball, and hit the air about ten meters in front of Gustav.
On the ground.
"boom!"
The moment the fireball landed, blazing flames soared into the sky along with the breathtaking heat. The violent shock wave carried a large amount of broken soil, like a twenty-level hurricane, spewing out in all directions, sweeping across
world.
It seemed that the explosion of the fireball spell triggered the magic alert of the nearby Hockenheim College. Immediately, several strong scanning waves radiated from several mage towers in the distance, sweeping towards the fire-filled playground for a long time before returning again.
He slowly took it back as if unwilling to do so.
As for Gustav, who was the original target of the fireball technique, he was first hit by the frontal impact of the flame shock wave, and was blown directly into the air three or four meters high, and then was hit hard back with a rain of mud and rocks.
After landing on the ground, and finally after a wave of sudden rising and falling flames, the Demon Swordsman was like a huge toy doll that had been tortured a hundred times. His body was scorched black and he lay down next to an equally scorched circular crater.
Once you move you can't move anymore.
The outcome of the battle drill was already clear. When the aftermath of the fireball spell finally dissipated, Moriarty walked towards the fallen Gustav, with the red crystal gargoyle beside him continuing to guard and follow him silently.
"Still alive?" Arriving next to the magic swordsman, Moriarty lowered his head and asked, looking at the injured with countless wounds all over his body.
"Alright..." Half-opening his swollen and bleeding eyelids, Gustav tried his best to look at Moriarty above him, and then scanned the red shadow next to him: "Did you do this?"
"Yes." Moriarty nodded: "What do you think?"
"You are... a true genius!" As if speaking caused pain somewhere in his chest, Gustav took a deep breath slowly before finishing the sentence.
"Haha, thank you." Moriarty smiled slightly, but suddenly bent down slightly: "So, are you satisfied now?"
"..."
Gustave did not answer this question. I don't know whether it was because he was too weak to speak out, or because some words were really difficult to say. In short, there was an awkward silence.
"Aren't you satisfied?" Seeing that the other party remained silent, Moriarty frowned and sighed regretfully: "It seems that the guard squadron cannot meet your requirements. Forget it, I will meet with Cruyff tomorrow
The general discussed and exchanged you back to the city defense army. After all, I am also not satisfied. It will be more comfortable to hang out in the familiar place." After saying that, Moriarty stood up straight again and prepared to turn around and leave.
.
"Full..." Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Gustav tried his best to spit out half of the word from his mouth, but for some reason he immediately took it back.
"It's good to be tough on your enemies; it's even better to be tough on yourself; but to be tough on everything is stupid." Moriarty did not lower his head, but stood still and said slowly.
When he heard these words, Gustav seemed to have been struck by an invisible muffled thunder, and his eyes suddenly opened wide, so much so that the corners of his already swollen eyes were torn open due to excessive force.
Slowly, the Demon Swordsman raised his body sideways, as if questioning, raised his head with all his strength, and asked: "Can you really tolerate me?"
"I can tolerate you, but I need you to tolerate yourself first!" Moriarty's eyes were like lightning, scanning Gustav's face: "Resentment, self-reliance, stubbornness, toughness, suspicion...these, you
Is it all accommodated?”
"You know about me!?" Gustav roared, like a lone wolf with the most painful scar uncovered, looking at the other person fiercely.
"I was framed by my superiors and fell into the rank of auxiliary soldiers, but I was unwilling to leave the city defense army; I doubted all the officers and refused to accept General Cruyff's kindness; I joined the Magic Swordsman Project, hoping to continue my ambitions, but gave up.
No less than past resentment and hostility; temptation, revenge, or even a trace of morbid stupidity. Is there anything wrong with what I said?" Moriarty looked back at the Demon Swordsman unceremoniously, and his tone turned cold.
“…”
Moriarty's words were like the sharpest scalpel, instantly dissecting the scarred Gustav from the inside out.
Looking at the young but majestic face diagonally above him, the Demon Swordsman suddenly felt an absurd sense of self-mockery, but returned to silence again.
"Let me ask you one last time, are you satisfied?" After looking at each other for a while, Moriarty finally smiled coldly, but his eyes showed a sigh of disappointment.
And for some reason, when his body and mind were at the lowest point of incomparable sorrow, when he suddenly saw the other person's eyes like this, Gustav suddenly felt a strange trance and dizziness in his head. It was like he had been punched hard, and again.
It was like drinking a glass of strong wine. Maybe it was because such eyes had not fallen on me for countless years.
At this moment, Gustav felt a real sense of satisfaction inexplicably. It was not for anything else, just for that sighing look.
Then he glanced at Moriarty's still bleeding left arm, as if a gambler who had already lost everything was using up his last bit of courage to bet himself on the gambling table. Gustav trembled, struggled, and tried his best.
He stood up, stood up straight slowly, and then gave a deep military salute to Moriarty.
