I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

Million made a curry stick.

This is the sure-win sword she poured all her magic power into.

In her family, the glorious deeds of countless ancestors have been recorded.

Although some of these deeds are inconsistent with historical facts, this does not prevent Milion from growing up with the glory of her ancestors since she was a child.

At the end of these family heritage books, it is recorded that the ancestor died because of betrayal.

The betrayers declared that King Arthur had no children.

Even historically, it is said that King Arthur does not exist at all.

But it must be.

The existence of Milion, the name she inherited, and the blood of Pendragon are all hard evidence of the existence of the Knight King.

She firmly believes this.

This kind of conviction has also become Mi Lien's belief, allowing her to live to the present.

When she was one year old, when she caught Zhou, she caught the family emblem and celebrated with the common people.

At the age of two, the first word she learned was "Excalibur".

When she was a child, she often held up the wooden sword and shouted curry sticks at the human-shaped wooden target.

At the age of four, she sleeps with her ancestor's sword in her arms every day.

At the age of six, she began to learn swords.

Swordsmanship prevailed at that time, the main stab. But she prefers to celebrate New Year's Eve, which is more enjoyable.

At the age of eight, she bumped and bumped and was abused by the kendo teacher in the family over and over again.

The teachers shook their heads and sighed secretly that one-year-old Catch Zhou had caught the clan emblem, and Million, who was destined to carry forward the Pendragon family, had a worrisome talent in kendo.

At the age of twelve, an older sister in black clothes and a mask came to the Pendragon family quietly, saying that she wanted to teach her "the way to victory."

That big sister has short blond hair, which is very similar to her hair color, and her voice is cold, but it sounds nice to Mi Lien inexplicably.

She thought stupidly at the time that when she grew up, it would be nice if her voice could be so beautiful.

There must be a very beautiful face under the mask of the eldest sister.

The girl's heart was filled with something called "longing".

At the age of thirteen, she had become acquainted, and she started to beat invincible players of the same age.

At the age of fourteen, the mysterious big sister left and never appeared again.

Big sister said that one day they will meet.

At the age of fifteen, she inherited the title of "Knight King" and officially inherited the sword of her ancestors. The elders in the clan are very happy, and legend has it that the ancestors back then were particularly able to eat.

Million believed that the sword of the ancestors, the glory of the ancestors, was invincible.

"Sure to win."

Therefore, that sword is called the "sword of oath of victory."

It means-"I will make an oath with this sword to bring victory to the kingdom"!

But,

But,

But.

"Puff."

The exhausted Mi Lien, her knees softened, and she couldn't help kneeling on the ground.

She stared at Zhao Zilong 20 meters away in a daze.

Except for the violent shaking of his right arm, his whole body was unscathed.

This sword, even the fluttering cloak of the opponent, did not penetrate.

He actually blocked it!

But it was not completely blocked!

In the brilliant golden light, Mi Lien could see exactly what happened just now.

Zhao Zilong was between the electric light and flint, and the tip of his gun trembled frantically, the frequency of which was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. The trembling spear tip, when the light of that sword was about to slam in front of him, gently opened a corner.

It was the seemingly relaxed stroke that pushed Mi Lien's treasure "Sword of Oath of Victory" aside, and slanted toward the sky.

Zhao Zilong looked up to the sky and roared, and he was extremely happy.

He laughed pleasantly, seemingly excited because he blocked the sword.

Mi Lien suddenly felt that she could understand each other's feelings very well.

Such a powerful sword, if she could stop it, she would smile into such a wild look.

"I am defeated."

Million lowered her head.

Step by step, Zhao Zilong walked towards Mi Lien.

As he walked, Zhao Zilong's trembling right arm returned to calm with his steps.

In fact, Zhao Zilong is not as relaxed as it seems on the surface.

At that moment, he used Qiao Jin.

Facing the boom, he couldn't fight that sword either.

"Actually, I lost. But in the end it was me, Changshan Zhao Zilong."

Zhao Zilong pointed his spear horizontally, giving the enemy general Mi Lien the highest praise.

The implication is that he blocked the sword, not the collision of the martial arts sword, so he lost.

But he will win the generals duel on this battlefield, so he won.

He Changshan Zhao Zilong, will take down the first rank of enemy generals!

"Do not."

Million struggled to get up, and she used her last strength to erect the golden long sword in front of her.

She is obviously exhausted.

Obviously she didn't even have the power to swing a sword.

Obviously her magic power has been exhausted, and she can no longer squeeze a drop of it.

but,

Million still stood up.

The glory of the ancestor warned her that she can die and lose, but she must not give up, and she must not lie down and be killed by the enemy.

"Shine, the glory of the ancestors!"

There was a touch of determination to die on Mi Lien's face!

"Pretty."

Zhao Zilong's body moved, his spear pierced straight into Mi Lien's throat!

"Sorry, her life is mine."

Just when Mi Lien was about to die under Zhao Zilong's gun.

A gleaming bullet shot from behind Million.

A bullet!

Million was taken aback for a moment.

It's Yi Lin!

Yi Lin is here!

The cook is here!

Mi Lien was surprised, and at the same time, deep in her heart, she was rarely moved.

In front of Zhao Zilong's eyes, a ray of light flashed, and he changed the direction of the tip of the gun almost the instant the bullet was fired!

"Ding!"

The tip of the gun at Yajiao, the moment it touched the bullet, the barrel of the gun was suddenly bent forty-five degrees, as if it would be crushed at any time.

Zhao Zilong looked at the squeezed Yajiao gun in shock, but he reacted faster than his shock, his footsteps changed, he suddenly twisted his body in a strange movement, the spear stretched out and swung, and the terrible power from the tip of the gun, 80% was removed in an instant.

"From now on, let the world feel pain!"

A circle appeared behind Mi Lien, and Yi Lin appeared from behind the teleportation circle holding two guns. Seeing that Zhao Zilong used his spear to block the shot, without hesitation, he glared at Zhao Zilong, who hadn't adjusted his posture, and released 【disaster-ridden】.

This time,

It is gratifying for Yi Lin to read the limits of his skills with great difficulty.

I can read it so long, not because of Yi Lin's whim, nor because Yi Lin missed the beginning. It's actually that when Yi Lin was studying skills and successfully lifted the ban [disaster-ridden], he developed two completely different ways to lift the ban.

The first is to shorten the singing time as much as possible, infinitely close to the "instant" effect.

The second is to greatly increase the perfusion of psionic value while retaining the original singing limit, so that this small consumption skill becomes a medium consumption skill, and the influence of the negative state is expanded.

In short, those who are recruited can greatly reduce the resistance of the "will" attribute, and will inevitably have more than two negative states, and will extend the duration of the negative state!

Under the influence of the rules of the Holy Grail War, each suitable rank has strengthened its "power against magic", giving them terrible resistance to various magic effects and negative states.

From the beginning of understanding the rules of the Holy Grail, Yi Lin felt that the world seemed to be full of malice towards him.

Therefore, facing the legendary military commander Zhao Zilong who possessed illustrious military exploits in the previous life, Yi Lin could only use this method of lifting the ban to make his skills effective.

The invisible and colorless force of disaster shot at Zhao Zilong.

So far, in order to block Yi Lin's 10-layer supercharged supercharged bullets, Zhao Zilong's body has not recovered his balance.

The best time to attack at this time!

Yi Lin knew that he was not kind.

But even Mi Lien, who is good at close combat, and Zhao Zilong singled out to this point. Talking about martial ethics with the other party would be self-inflicted and not ashamed.

Yi Lin believed that with the other side's mind, he would not mind such details.

"Huh!"

Zhao Zilong blocked the bullet, and the ground collapsed under his feet.

The strength of the bullet was unloaded elsewhere by him.

At this time,

On Zhao Zilong's chest, the mirror-like decoration flashed with light.

The more dazzling reflection, from the mirror, bounced back towards Yi Lin.

"My grass?"

...

"Hundred evils do not invade the heart-protecting bronze mirror"

"Level" B

"Type" vs. Magic Treasure

"Valid range" 1~15

"Maximum catch"?

...

The invisible calamity force bounced back towards Yi Lin after being reflected by the breastplate.

Fortunately, Irin responded quickly.

Apart from anything else, another ability was activated.

"Aw suddenly and suddenly--"

In the void, in front of Yi Lin, a burst of square-shaped streamers appeared.

One by one, the blue squares quickly formed the shape of Dire in front of Yi Lin.

The lonely gentleman of Cybertron, Night Dire, came across the border!

Dire, appeared!

It hasn't played for a long time, and before the body is fully condensed, the exhaust pipe that has condensed in half has already discharged the wave.

It knows that it has a heavy responsibility. In mid-air, Dire takes the initiative to transform into Cybertron.

The steel giant slammed the ground, blocking the light reflected in Zhao Zilong's breastplate.

"?"

Next second,

The tall Cybertron motorcyclist twisted his waist happily between Zhao Zilong and Yi Lin.

Zhao Zilong's face was slightly startled, and the appearance of Night Dire gave him a moment of hesitation.

These successive appearances disrupted Zhao Zilong's rhythm.

Obviously it was a heads-up, suddenly it turned into a group fight, and no one could accept it.

But after all, he is a legendary general, a legendary general who has experienced many battles. After a brief loss of consciousness, he picked up the Yajiao spear and stabbed the headlights flashing on the front of Dire's chest.

The car lights shattered and Dire screamed, but the damage was not serious.

The skill effect of 【Disaster Enraged】 was bounced back and landed on the poor Dire head.

One shot after another, Zhao Zilong stabbed Night Dire on his body and swiped Night Dire on his head, exerting his uncompromising sportsmanship on the battlefield, and he acted mercilessly.

Dire's armor plate has undergone level strengthening and is not covered. The spear that Zhao Zilong pierced in a hurry left pits on the armor plate of Dire, but it still couldn't move Dire's muscles and bones.

With Zhao Zilong's strength, he has long since reached the point where he can stab a person to death without a gun. But Dire is too hard.

Zhao Zilong furrowed his brows, and slightly knocked his teeth when he saw the opponent in front of him.

First it was charm, then stun, and then added a blinding.

After a series of negative states, Night Dire was hit by Zhao Zilong one by one, making it pitted.

Zhao Zilong stopped.

"interesting."

Zhao Zilong's spear stood obliquely in front of him and stopped firing.

Because he found that Yi Lin and Mi Lien, who were still hiding behind the armored man just now, disappeared there at some unknown time.

After a while, a burst of light flashed, and Night Dire disappeared in place.

Zhao Zilong looked into the distance, the looming city, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

At this moment, Celia issued instructions to Zhao Zilong through the spell curse.

"retreat?"

Zhao Zilong frowned, lost in thought.

...

This battle is over temporarily.

For the time being.

After counting the number, the number of Uruk soldiers who came back alive from the battlefield was less than a thousand.

To be precise, it was six hundred and twenty-three.

This is a fierce battle.

Among the six heroic spirits on the expedition, only Yi Lin and Mi Lien were left to return to Uruk City alive.

There are too many dead on the battlefield. The remaining people, already incapable of collecting their corpses.

When Yi Lin returned to Uruk City, he was surprised by the scene in front of him.

A big hole was broken in the city wall.

Starting from the city wall, a ravine with a width of ten meters extends to the front of the temple.

The people of Uruknei, the old, young, women and children, suffered thousands of deaths and injuries under this wave of attacks.

The whole city of Uruk is shrouded in silent despair.

Under this wave of offensive, the surviving Uruk people seemed to have lost the ability to cry.

As far as Yi Lin could see, there was a dazed and numb emotion on everyone's face.

Among the soldiers who survived, some of them were mutilated, covered in blood, and lost their combat effectiveness.

Even Mi Lien, who had always been very energetic, had a rare sad look on her face when she witnessed the miserable scene of Uruk City with her own eyes.

In front of the city gate, Siduli found Yi Lin, who had an ugly face, and Mi Lien who was confused.

"My king has orders, please rest well to meet the hard fight that is coming."

Siduli was still wearing a tulle, and said with a bow. Her tone was incredibly calm, as if everything in front of her couldn't make her feel the slightest fluctuation in her heart.

"What about others?"

"My king has orders, please--"

Siduli intends to repeat what she said just now.

Irin roughly interrupted Siduli's words, "I ask, where are the Gilgamesh people?"

Siduli was silent for a moment and closed her eyes.

After a while, Siduli opened her eyes again, and slowly replied: "The king has another sentence for you."

"Say."

""Dare to come to this king's palace to disturb this king's rest, just bring your mortal consciousness, reptile." This is what my king said. "

Yi Lin rolled his eyes.

This sentence really has his style.

Yi Lin walked to the temple tower.

"Master Caster,"

Yi Lin paused without turning around.

Siduli lowered her head behind Yi Lin, placed her fist in front of her chest, and whispered softly: "Heroes from the future, please, please, witness the future of Uruk."

Yi Lin was taken aback for a moment.

He didn't understand what Siduli said.

But he nodded, and said nothing.

In this war, no one can stay aside.

Even if it was Yi Lin and Mi Lien who had joined here somehow.

Their future and their lives have long been linked to Uruk.

Yi Lin didn't talk too much to ask where Yanfeng Gongyi, Michelle, and Gu Tianqing had gone.

If they were alive, they would naturally return to Uruk.

Looking at the wilderness outside Uruk, there were no living creatures walking around.

After finally killing "Black Assassin", he walked out of the space of evil thoughts, Yi Lin stayed on the spot and saw Boll's body.

Ball is dead.

Scorched all over.

She was electrocuted.

Redhead and Bohr died successively.

Yanfeng Justice, Michelle, and Gu Tianqing did not come back.

Now, in this unfair war, only Yi Lin and Mi Lien are left.

"He...hehe...hehehe~www.novelmt.com~ Yi Lin made a strange laugh as he walked all the way to the temple.

Along the road, people of Uruk were sitting in the messy city. Except for breathing and heartbeat, they didn't make any sound.

Yi Lin silently walked past them, stepped onto the stone steps, and walked into the palace.

In the empty palace, Gilgamesh was alone, sitting on the high throne, with a golden big wine glass dangling in his hand, which contained amber ale.

"You came."

Gilgamesh was silent for a moment and took the initiative to speak.

Irin walked to Gilgamesh.

There was no prologue, no preparation, Irin pointed directly to the golden blackjack in Gilgamesh's hand and said his meaning.

"Lend me your holy grail."