Chapter 725

"How weak."

"How weak."

"How weak."

How weak

Three words echoed in the empty palace.

There is no special echo structure in the palace.

The echo echoed for so long.

For a long time, it was just a simple sentence. Listening to Yilin and others, it was like saying: weak explosion.

Yilin's face sank.

Even he felt a little uncomfortable.

For the contempt in the eyes of the man sitting on the throne is naked and undisguised.

Who is he?

A question mark appeared in Yilin's brain.

But the knowledge instilled in him by the constellation of heroes made him know the most basic concept.

——Master and slave.

The Holy Grail War, in the final analysis, is a magic ceremony.

An ancient magic ceremony.

In the concept of magic, anyone who can use the word "ceremony" is not ordinary magic.

First, it requires a lot of preparation, cumbersome preconditions and a lot of magic support to complete a magic ceremony.

The Holy Grail War... Or the Holy Grail ceremony, is one of the best.

Yilin suddenly understood why he had not seen similar records in all the books of the clock tower. Barthemero, or some of the monarchs, had planned the magic ceremony for a long time because of a certain purpose. They even hid all relevant materials in advance in order not to let Yilin find out.

The serious Holy Grail War is a large magic ceremony composed of seven Royal masters and seven followers.

With the help of rituals, at a specific place, at a specific time, with the help of holy relics or other props, the seven Royal lords summoned a soul called "hero" from the past or future timeline to return to reality. After the fight of the seven groups, the group that finally survives is qualified to have the Holy Grail and make a wish that must be completed.

When Irene had this knowledge, she felt that the Holy Grail must be a pit father thing.

Anything related to "wishing" is not a good thing.

In other words, in the city of Shenqi, the beautiful body of Gaya chin, twisted into that thing, seems to have a faint meaning of "Holy Grail".

It seems that no matter in which space or world, there are always people who tirelessly want to get something for nothing and want to get this "universal wishing machine".

"Boring."

Yilin made a simple evaluation of this in his heart.

Go back to the current situation.

Yilin noticed that the way they were summoned seemed a little different from the serious Holy Grail War.

They are indeed seven "followers", but it seems that only the blonde man on the throne who looks very angry calls them to the world?

Just... Alone?

After a short analysis, Yilin noticed the terrible place.

"Click."

In silence.

Grumpy, red hair with strange Chinese character tattoos on the back, can't stretch. The sound of gnashing teeth began to ring.

"What kind of dog are you?"

When red hair said the first word, Yilin began to lower his head and mourn for red hair.

"The weak light of the hero bastard, look for death."

The whole body was like a golden man, and his contemptuous eyes coagulated.

In an instant, something called "momentum" swept the whole palace.

The torch in the palace shook wildly.

The resplendent pillars began to vibrate.

For a moment, Yilin felt that his shoulder was like pressing a mountain. His knee bent disappointingly and almost knelt on the ground.

Hiss, hiss, hiss——

After the throne, a circle of space ripples suddenly floated.

The golden chain, with the sound of metal, clattered out of the ripples.

The style of those chains is almost the same as the black chains that dragged Yilin into the lake. The only difference is the color.

Gold obviously makes Ge a lot taller.

The end of the chain was in a sharp shape. Red hair was just ready to be angry. One chain pierced red hair's hands and feet without warning, making him unable to move.

"Humble reptile, has the king allowed you... To make a voice that defiles the king's ears?"

Click, click, click.

The chain tied the red hair into a strange shape. The constantly twisted chain fell deeply into the red hair's muscles, and drops of bright red blood fell to the ground along the gap of the chain.

The others quickly lowered their heads and sympathized with the experience of red hair.

The apostles are a group of creatures who play like thieves in the wind.

At the moment when red hair suffered, they knew that this man had the strength to completely overwhelm them!

Even mileen frowned and didn't say much.

"Kneel down."

The man on the throne hissed and waved. His red hair was chained over the palace, and the whole man was pulled into a "big" shape.

Among the seven, there was a woman with long brown hair and freckles on her face. She looked silent and knelt on one knee.

She is a strange woman moving at the speed of sound in Wuke town.

Yilin knew that it was a woman.

Before, Yilin thought she was a man.

This is a big misunderstanding.

The others looked at each other and did not move.

Kneel. It's embarrassing.

Don't kneel. I feel like I'll die.

"Oh, from the weak spirits of the future." The blonde man glanced at several people one by one.

He first looked at Milian: "you have inherited the name of 'King'. You can calmly bear the mercy of the king's alms and avoid kneeling."

Millian was stunned.

Then the blonde man looked at Yanfeng again. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment. Then he said, "boring karma, forget it, you don't have to kneel."

"Thank you, thank you."

Yan Feng looked a little confused, but he still hesitated to say thank you.

It doesn't look like a bad person.

Yan Feng thought in his heart.

"Dear king."

On one side, Gu Tianqing didn't wait for the blonde man to look at him, but he was single. He knelt down on one knee directly, and his face was still that fake smile.

The golden haired man's eyes passed over the face of the great governor of Bohr.

Just ignore it.

Governor Bohr stared, but she dared not speak.

Finally, the golden haired man's eyes fell on Yilin.

He frowned slightly and stared at Yilin's face for a long time.

Finally, a funny smile appeared on the face that had been stretched, as if the whole world owed him money. I look forward to your performance

With that,

In the ripples behind the golden hair, gorgeous weapons, like anti-aircraft guns, emerged.

The end of the weapon pointed directly at the only governor BOL who had not been accosted.

Everyone can see what that means.

You're not qualified.

Either kneel or... Die!

"Call -"

Polda took a deep breath of smoke and knelt down.

"See my king."

"Very good."

The first meeting between the emperor and his followers of Xi Da Pu Ben finally came to a successful conclusion.

Poor red hair, like meat ready to be strung to the bonfire barbecue, is still chained in the air.

Looking at his distorted facial features, he seems to regret it.

He even wondered if it would count if he knelt down now.

But Jin Mao didn't speak. We didn't dare to mention it. We could only stand in such a stalemate.

Red hair, eyes closed, simply pretending to be dead.

Although the bleeding is very serious, in fact, with the constitution of red hair, you can't die for another day or two.

His brain is not easy to use. He is still combining the "knowledge" in his brain with the current situation.

In fact, Yilin soon understood.

The normal Grail War is a royal Lord with a follower.

Why?

Very simple, because normally, modern magicians, or modern magicians, their magic can only make them maintain the consumption of a follower. It's just two at the top of the sky. It's impossible to have more. The magician himself will be sucked to death.

But Jin Mao, who was arrogant on the throne, summoned seven followers from the throne of heroes with his own strength!

Even if these seven followers look weak and explosive in his eyes, they are also seven!

Quantity makes up for quality.

From this point, we can see that the "magic" of Jinmao is ridiculously high!

The palace is now a strange sight.

In addition to the red hair strung into forks, as well as Gu Tianqing and Bohr kneeling on the ground, everyone else stood well.

The differential treatment is too obvious.

Bohr was angry, but he didn't dare to attack.

Jin Mao didn't speak, and she didn't dare to stand up.

The golden hair on the throne looked at the seven and sighed, "you are too weak."

Golden hair's eyes looked like the contempt of human beings looking at ants on the ground.

Need to emphasize it over and over again!

Yilin was silent.

He secretly make complaints about himself, and he is also evaluating the strength of Jin Mao. Converted into the measurement method of Apostles, it is about equal to several Xiao Yang.

Forget it for a while.

Yilin gave up, he really can't estimate.

Red hair is the world's top 100 strong man, Superman in human beings, but in the hands of golden hair, it seems so vulnerable and weak.

A moment later.

Yilin opened his eyes and was dumb in his heart.

Maybe only the "apocalyptic Knight" existing in the memory can compete with golden hair.

"Whatever."

Jinmao's expression was disappointed. He waved and seven lights of different colors flew to the seven people of Yilin.

Whew.

With a flash of light, Yilin felt that the back of his hand seemed to be bitten by something.

When I looked down, there was a red mark on the back of his hand.

Engraving is composed of three parts. Three parts of different forms of engraving form a complete pattern.

It looks like a non mainstream tattoo.

Don't say it. It's pretty.

Just when the imprint fell on Yilin's hand, Yilin felt that the center of his eyebrows rose, as if something had been opened, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"It's a curse."

Yilin ignored the changes in his body for the time being. He looked at the pattern on the back of his hand in surprise and frowned. He was a little surprised.

According to the knowledge instilled by the constellation of heroes, Yilin recognized that it was a thing called "Ling curse".

The imperial master and his followers establish a master servant relationship by making spells.

The mantra has three times in total and has many functions. But the most fundamental function is that the imperial Lord is used to restrain the followers. Every time he consumes a "command curse", he can force the followers to do one thing, even if the followers themselves resist it. In short, the imperial master can do whatever he wants to do to his followers through the mantra.

Another function is to greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of followers.

In the rules of the Holy Grail War, how to reasonably use the mantra is also a compulsory course for every Royal magician.

In fact, according to the rules, most imperial masters will only consume two mantras.

Because once the three mantras are consumed, it is equivalent to the Royal Lord to his followers, and there is no way to restrict them.

The follower can completely release himself.

Now, Jinmao returned the curse to Yilin and others.

"In other words, is he confident that he can eat them to death even without the restraint of the curse?"

In an instant, Yilin understood Jinmao's idea.

Jinmao seems tired. Leaning on the throne alone, he raised his head and no longer looked at Yilin. His eyes seemed to have no focus, and he seemed to stare aimlessly at a corner of the palace, which was empty.

After a while, he waved bored and told several people to go away.

Except for the poor red hair still tied in the chain, others dared not stay and hurried away from the palace.

……

The moment of stepping out of the palace.

Fresh and thin air came to my face.

In the eyes of many followers, there is a cloudless sky and a magnificent city with an ancient flavor everywhere.

They are now on the top floor of a palace.

The palace is made entirely of huge stones. There are many retro reliefs on the surface of the stone. There are some exaggerated people and animals on the relief. If you look carefully, it seems to be a picture scroll that tells a magnificent epic.

This relief is all over the surface of the palace.

The palace is not high, just like the shape of a pyramid. It is about 20 stories high.

The main hall where Jinmao is located is a straight ladder all the way down.

Each step is half a meter high. Normal people have to work very hard to get to the next step.

"This kind of architecture looks like the style of prehistoric civilization."

Yilin frowned and looked at the surrounding environment.

The city is surrounded by high walls.

The area of the whole city can only be regarded as a small city from the perspective of several modern people in Yilin.

When Yilin looked at the environment, governor Bohr snorted coldly, turned into smoke and disappeared in place.

The remaining few people walked down the stone steps step by step and finally reached the ground.

In order not to attract too much attention, Yilin left honestly.

He always felt that there seemed to be something in the air, which gave Yilin a strange sense of comfort.

Yes, comfort.

Assuming that Erin is a fish, he is like wandering back in the sea.

If he were a bird, it would be like returning to the sky.

Here, let Yi Lin have the illusion that he can take off in place at any time.

After walking to the ground, Yan Feng looked at Yi Lin and Gu Tianqing with justice and vigilance.

"Hello, my name is Yanfeng Zhengyi. I thought you were here... Anyway, now I think we should have a temporary truce."

After hesitating for a while, Yanfeng looked at several faces, finally bypassed Yilin and Gu Tianqing, came to Milien and stretched out his right hand.

"Mirien altoria x pandragon."

"What!"

Yanfeng just heard mileen's name. He immediately released his hand and stepped back: "pandragon... So you are..."

Millian's foolish hair shook and slowly rolled out a question mark in response to Yan Feng's fair response.

"Oh?"

Yilin noticed Yanfeng's fair reaction and moved in his heart.

Without waiting for Yilin to set some information from the other party's mouth in the usual way, Yanfeng's fair face was a little pale and left in a hurry. And the sonic girl, with cold eyes, swept over Yi Lin's three faces and soon left behind Yan Fengzheng.

"I won't bother you."

Gu Tianqing stood up and smiled. I was a kind-hearted person, not a light bulb, and was ready to leave.

"You should figure out how to give me an explanation."

Yilin narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Tianqing's back with dangerous light in his eyes.

Gu Tianqing stepped down. He turned his head and smiled: "believe me, you will know soon. Ha ha, this is a destined encounter. I think we should all enjoy this moment with our hearts and feel the heaviness and fragrance of fate."

"Stinky stick."

Yilin raised his middle finger to greet Gu Tianqing.

"Thank you for your praise."

Gu Tianqing left.

Yilin and millian looked at each other.

They were also very familiar. There was no embarrassment, so they formed a temporary team and wandered around in a strange city.

This is indeed a prehistoric city.

In the city, there are many residents walking in the streets with smiles on their faces.

Most of the buildings in the city are made of stones. They are one storey bungalows, and even some are mud houses, which are very simple.

There is no currency in the civilization here. Yilin noticed that there was a market in the city. The people in the market exchanged food, coarse cloth clothes and copper weapons for all kinds of materials.

The ordinary bronze age?

No

Yilin did think so at the beginning. Perhaps in this city, except Jinmao, others are ordinary residents.

Until Irene saw:

A thin man, easily carrying a ton of stones, passed by at the speed of the 100m sprint champion;

A woman in shabby clothes whispered words, and then a fire broke out out out of thin air;

A child, with more than a dozen earthenware pots floating above his head, happily played by the roadside;

A group of Court Magistrates dressed brightly and dressed in ancient magician robes floated through the air;

From outside the city, several local aborigines, using an original roller car, pulled an unknown creature corpse nearly six meters long. They were so excited that they were ready to chop some meat in exchange for supplies;

Several noble Court Magistrates, commanding the soldiers, pushed magic guided guns engraved with magic patterns to the city wall, and then the soldier easily carried tons of magic guided guns with one hand.

This scene opened the eyes of Yilin and Milian.

This painting style is wrong!

The city is not big.

Yilin wandered half a circle in shock.

Beside the palace, Yilin learned the name of the ancient city from a standing stone tablet and the ancient characters and symbols.

——"Tiangong Uruk".

There is also the signature of the stone tablet below.

——"The fifth king of Uruk, Gilgamesh".