He had seen the scene where Kuang Sanyi slapped Lancer flying with his sword, and he didn’t think that great hero could take advantage of Kuang San’s hands.
Suddenly, he frowned.
“Hey, that little brother up there.” Wearing a blue tights, Lancer held a scarlet magic gun and greeted the red follower.
Needless to say, the black and white swords were already in his hands, and he swooped down towards Lancer.
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“It’s a lie…” Standing under the street lamp in the distance, Illya looked at the repelled Berserker.
“Berserker’s strength…lost!?”
How is this possible?It must be the function of some strange treasure.
Berserker’s muscle strength is A+ level, and he can definitely crush that guy.
She fixed her eyes on Mo Yusan, then bit her lips tightly.
“E…EX!?”
how come! ?
Berserker is the son of Zeus, a great hero whose real name is Hercules, and even has a divinity as high as A.
In terms of muscular strength…lost?
“Give it to me! Berserker, cut her down!” Illya waved her hands unconvinced and directed.
“Roar–!”
Berserker’s canthus was completely cracked, and his red right eye and dim yellow left eye glared at Moyu San angrily.
Wielding the huge ax and sword in his hand, he leaned towards Moyusan, and the bloody halo lit up little by little under his lead-black skin.
The wind stirred by Berserker’s attack blew Mo Yusan’s bangs.
Illya saw the girl’s same golden and bright red eyes.
A weird thought came to my mind, mother… a motherly version of a great hero! ?
It seems that there is a little bit of possibility.
Staring at Moyu’s bulging chest, he suddenly felt a little more possibility for this bold idea.
Hearing the lovely voice in the distance, Mo Yusan tilted his head and looked at Ilya.
The long silver hair was like soft silk and satin draped under the moonlight, and Mo Yusan swallowed his saliva for a soft figure and angelic face.
The ax and sword came down towards Moyu Sanchou, and hit the ground heavily.
The asphalt pavement was broken in an instant, but Berserker arched his body vigilantly.
The girl in front of her is gone.
Hearing the howling wind, he turned around abruptly.
Sure enough… the figure in a light-colored sweater was quickly approaching his petite Master.
He roared angrily, and was about to withdraw to catch up, but another blue figure finally came late and blocked in front of him.
“If you want to chase after him, just ask the sword in my hand first.”
Taking a deep breath, Saber clenched the holy sword in her hand.
Maybe I am not the opponent of the terrifying monster in front of me, at least… before I release the treasure.
But if you only stop it for a while, it shouldn’t be a big problem.
Seeing Moyusan approaching him, a little panic appeared in Ilya’s ruby eyes.
If it is an ordinary follower, she is a little confident that she can delay for a while.
But the monster with the skin of a cute girl in front of him is the one who can challenge Berserker head-on.
With a figure like a dexterous swift, she stepped back while resting her hands on the ends of her long silver hair.
Illya sang while pulling out one hair from each of the left and right hands.
“Shape ist Leben!”
【—Wreckage, give you life. 】
The silver threads are interlaced and traced, forming the outline of the person in charge.
Interact and combine.
With a crisp chirp, a silver eagle with ferocious blade-like wings and a sharp beak appeared beside her.
The two familiars flew around her and headed towards Moyu Sancut.
Don’t panic at all when you touch fish, even the old gods are there.
“Zahre (tears)?” She stretched out her hand towards the silver raptor that was tearing towards her. Irisviel had taught her this kind of thing.
“Remore—”
[Release——]
You finish reading I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer Chapter 942
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