At this time, Caster Shakespeare retreated to a relatively safe rear, leaving only Hardy and Cu Chulainn to confront each other.
"Oh~~ It's actually the Master who fights instead of the Servant? It's really novel."
Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Cu Chulainn jumped down from the rooftop, holding the spear on his shoulder tightly in his hand, pointing in the direction of Hardy.
"Then let me witness your power——!"
Hardy was attracted by the spear, which was covered with talismans used for sealing. The magic power was extremely restrained, and it looked like an ordinary weapon.
But what is certain is that ncer.
"Don't worry, my Noble Phantasm has been sealed by the Master. Although it's a bit troublesome, it makes fighting more fun, right?"
Cu Chulainn saw Hardy's attention focused on the spear in his hand, and let out a hearty laugh. His whole body was slightly bent, holding the spear with both hands, and assumed an offensive posture, ready to attack.
hair.
[I told myself confidential things like this, is it a trap, or...]
Hardy shook his head and expelled unnecessary thoughts from his brain. At the moment when the battle was about to begin, thinking about such things would distract him, especially when facing a powerful enemy like a Servant, it would only lead to death.
ncer's plan, then he almost got his wish.
Take a deep breath and feel the cold air enter your throat along the mouth, and then enter the lungs along the trachea. The oxygen inside is absorbed by the lungs, and then circulates along the blood to every corner of the body muscles.
Finally, it circulates back again, forming a flawless closed loop.
The restless mind calmed down, Hardy's face remained calm, and the surrounding scenes were reflected in his mind. Even if he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel his surroundings.
The azure magic circuit was opened, and magic power flowed through it. It was like awakening the energy of a huge machine, and a turtle-shell-like shadow floated on the surface of his body, firmly protecting him within it.
At the same time, his body also underwent earth-shaking changes. His gnarled muscles swelled, and lines similar to tiger fur appeared on his body, but his claws looked more like bear claws, and his legs became more muscular.
It has explosive power, far beyond that of ordinary humans.
"Dru Yin?"
Cu Chulainn looked at the changes in Hardy's body before him, and subconsciously thought of the magicians in the forest called Druyin. They could also transform into animals, control the magic of the forest, and possess powers beyond ordinary people.
strength.
But he quickly rejected his idea. It was not like he had never fought against Dru Yin during his lifetime. Those magicians could only transform into specific species, such as magic bears or goshawks, and the magician in front of him looked more...
Like a mixture.
"Modern magicians are really interesting."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the spear in his hand had already been thrust out like lightning. Only the dark shadow remaining in the air could be seen, and the sharp blade of the gun was about to penetrate Hardy's chest.
Although this rooftop can't be said to be narrow, it can't be called wide either. At Cu Chulainn's speed, it wouldn't take more than a few seconds to cross the entire rooftop, or even the blink of an eye would be enough.
Even though Hardy had been strengthened in all aspects, it was difficult to catch the trajectory of the spear, but decades of combat experience made him instinctively turn his body sideways.
Bah--
The gun blade grazed the shield, emitting a dazzling spiritual light and leaving a long and narrow scar, which disappeared in the next second due to the surge of magic power.
Hardy's face was solemn. His animalistic magic was different from other schools of animalistic magic in that it did not absorb too many other species to create perfect creations.
It just lies in deeply exploring the potential of individual species, and through blood connections, recalling the shadows of the past back to the present world, and realizing the transformation of Warcraft or even fantasy beasts.
Among them, the greatest advantage of this type of magic represented by [Turtle] is its long life and solid defense. The strength of the turtle shell phantom on his body has reached the level of Warcraft. Even a heavy machine gun cannot leave a trace.
ncer was broken.
Seeing that the blow failed, Cu Chulainn did not stop, but continued to launch a violent attack. In the blink of an eye, Hardy's eyes were covered by dense gun shadows.
Katsa——
The phantom of the turtle shell shattered easily, and Hardy could only subconsciously protect the vital parts of his body with his wrist armor.
"Bouxing, as a master you have some abilities, but it's just some abilities, not much."
Cú Chulainn flicked the gun and retracted the spear, with a bit of disappointment in his words. Hardy could feel an itchy tingling sensation all over his body, and a touch of warmth slid down his cheeks and dripped down.
On the ground, it fell into pieces and bloomed into bright red flowers.
He couldn't help but swallow, and reached out to brush away the blood on his face. Only then did he realize that the surface of his body was covered with neat scratches, and blood slowly oozed out.
ncer was holding back, otherwise in the previous round of attacks, if he had taken it seriously, he would have died.
Hardy smacked his lips, seeing the difference in strength, and backed away with a bitter look on his face.
"Caster, it's time to retreat. The enemy is much stronger than I thought. I need your [troupe]."
"So it's our turn to play?"
Shakespeare stood up, raised the book in his hand high,
"It's really interesting to recognize the difference in strength and retreat, and then launch an attack. The characteristic of bad works is to make the less exciting content more exciting, so let's stop here for the story of the Master on the battlefield.
"
"I won't allow this -"
Before Cu Chulain finished speaking, the spear in his hand flew out. At the same time, Caster's long words rang in his ears.
"Oh, that's it, that's it, let him see the tragic ending of the story, "Life is just a walking shadow, a poor actor who plays tricks on the stage, and then becomes unknown! (life'yer.
thatstrutsashisye)】”
After he shouted loudly, a miracle that was absolutely impossible to happen in this world was born. Cu Chulainn stopped pursuing, and the magic spear he fired did not know when it returned to his hand.
He looked at the surrounding scenery, and he actually appeared among the burned-out ruins. The air was also filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the bright sun was coated with a layer of blood, exuding outwards.
Freezing temperatures.
The dark crows blocked the daylight like dark clouds, and finally circled and landed on the side, making a piercing cry, while at the same time pecking at human flesh and blood, feasting on it.