Chapter 126 Archibald's Daughter (2)

Ron's strength is amazing.

Coupled with the weight of the ironwood staff, the impact was so great that even a high-star hero-level magician like Grey Andre could not withstand it. The armor on his body instantly shattered into pieces, revealing the shattered flesh inside, and his entire waist was deeply sunken from the side.

A kidney, plus some miscellaneous stuff, all turned into meat paste.

His body was directly blown away, tumbling in the air, and fell heavily to the ground after a long time.

call……

Ron exhaled.

Sure enough, this fighting style is more suitable for him.

Why fight head-on when you can attack by surprise?

This guy has such a huge mental flaw right in front of him, it would be a real loss if we don't take advantage of it.

Grayandre wasn't even dead yet.

A hero-level master already has a very strong vitality, comparable to that of a cockroach.

The body was desperately squirming on the ground, trying to get up again, but Ron obviously wouldn't give Grayandre a chance. When fighting, who cares about being a gentleman? It's a basic move to kill you while you're sick.

Without any hesitation, Ron tiptoed and rushed forward in an instant.

The threat of imminent death finally made Grayandre suppress the chaos in his mind, and he wiped his left wrist.

boom……

The ironwood staff hit the ground heavily, creating a big hole in the ground.

Gray Andre's figure has disappeared without a trace.

Equipment with space transfer effect...

Ron let out a sigh of helplessness. It was a pity that he couldn't kill such an enemy on the spot.

As expected of a descendant of the Andre family, this large family that has been passed down for thousands of years does have a good foundation.

But it didn't matter. Ron was sure that the next time they met, his strength would only become stronger and he would not give Gray Andre a chance to escape. Moreover, it was not without gain.

[Beep, system prompts, congratulations to the host for successfully surviving, and obtaining the mission reward: Spirit*150, Strength*150, Constitution*150, Speed*150]

With a total of 600 attribute points, Ron could clearly feel his own improvement.

Especially in terms of physique and speed, because Ron had not paid much attention to adding points to these two items before, the growth this time was more obvious.

Of course, for Ron, the most important gain was the spear lying quietly on the side.

Just as Grayandre was knocked flying, the spear slipped out of his hand, and he had no chance to take the spear with him when he escaped.

The barrier that originally blocked the surroundings gradually dissipated. Ron slowly walked to the spear and reached out to pick it up from the ground.

As soon as Ron got the spear, his expression changed slightly.

Although it looked like a spear as thick as a child's arm, its weight was far more exaggerated than Ron had imagined. The ironwood staff weighed 82 kilograms. No one knew what material the spear was made of, but it was at least three times heavier than the ironwood staff.

After losing the lightning entanglement, the spear gradually revealed its original color.

The entire gun was dark red, as if it were made of condensed blood, and some bright red threads were wrapped around the gun, interweaving into a strange web.

The length of the gun head is somewhat exaggerated, at least twice that of an ordinary spear.

The tip of the gun was triangular in shape, and even had sinister blood grooves carved on it.

This spear has drunk the blood of countless lives. Even if Ron just held it in his hand, he could smell the strong smell of blood.

What's even more strange is that this spear seems to have self-awareness. When Ron's fingers just grabbed the spear, the spear body even trembled violently, as if trying to break free from Ron's palm.

Bang! The ironwood staff hit the gun heavily.

"Be honest."

The gun stopped struggling.

Sure enough, he deserves a beating.

Ron was very satisfied with the coordination of the spear, and then he began to check the properties of the spear.

Ron had just read one line when he started coughing violently and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

[The gun that pierces through the deadly flying...]

Hello, this is a different channel.

This is Goddess X Black Beast, not FGO!

…

The other side.

In the gray sky, a figure fell from mid-air.

Baji!

Fell to the ground.

He might look a little miserable.

The waist was sunken in a very strange way, the cracked skin was oozing with sticky blood, the throat was constantly wriggling, and streams of liquid with blood clots spurted out of the mouth.

pain.

There was piercing pain all over my body.

However, this kind of pain was not unbearable for Gray Andre. He had experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death too many times.

As the descendant of a sage, the pressure he bears is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

And revitalizing the Andre family was the most common topic he had heard about.

To achieve this goal, his experiences were far more cruel than ordinary people could accept.

Gasping for breath, Grayandre searched in his storage ring. He found a scroll of healing and used it on himself.

The cracked skin heals slowly.

Unfortunately, this low-level healing scroll is far from comparable to the hymns used by senior priests of the church. It can only heal surface wounds, but can only heal a shallow layer of damage to the internal organs.

Once time has passed and the injuries to the internal organs have become permanent, even chanting the hymn again would probably be of no use.

What made Grey Andre most uncomfortable was that Ron was a prophet recognized by the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. If he entered the Church of the Goddess of Dawn now, it would be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

It seems that this kidney cannot be saved.

This despicable bastard actually launched a sneak attack.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Grayandre finally understood that this bastard kept mentioning Dolores deliberately just to disrupt his will, and then took the opportunity to use mental magic to interfere with his consciousness.

So despicable and shameless.

However, Grayandre's mood was a little better. It seemed that what he had said before about Dolores must have been false, and he was just deceiving himself.

Just say that Dolores must be deeply in love with him.

After taking a deep breath and recovering a little mentally and physically, Grayandre looked around and found that the place where he landed was actually near Linde's villa.

The bracelet's spatial teleportation ability is a life-saving skill, but it has one disadvantage: it is too random and can easily throw you from the desert to the deep sea, or from the crater to the glacier.

At such a close distance, if Ron chased after me, the situation would be a bit troublesome. Fortunately, that guy probably doesn't know I'm here.

While thinking in his heart, Gray Andre subconsciously stretched out his right hand, trying to use the spear to support his body to climb up and look for Linde for help.

The magic scrolls of the hymn are very rare and valuable, but if it was Lind, maybe he would have it.

The generous Lind should not be stingy in lending him a magic scroll of hymn.

However, when he stretched out his right hand, Grayandre suddenly found that his right palm was empty. He looked over in a daze, and the Deathly Hound Spear that he had originally held tightly in his palm had disappeared without a trace.

Buzz...

At that moment, Gray Andre was struck by lightning.

His body was shaking. This was a weapon that had been passed down in the Andre family for thousands of years. Could it be that it was... lost? If it had fallen on the battlefield, it would have probably fallen into Ron's hands by now.

puff……

When he thought of that result, Gray Andre couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

For the first time, he felt despair in his heart.

At this moment, Linde in the villa seemed to have heard the noise outside. He opened the door and walked out. When he saw Gray Andre's appearance, he was shocked.

"Oh, Brother Gray, what's wrong with you? Did your action fail?" Linde walked over quickly and tried to help Gray Andre up from the ground.

"No way, no way, you are so powerful, how could you be so miserable? Who are you going to attack?"

Before Gray could answer, Lind found that Gray had no weapon in his hand. His expression suddenly became very strange: "Brother Gray, I would like to ask, where is your Death Shooting Gun?"

"Damn, it's lost. Maybe that guy took it away."

Plop! Linde suddenly let go of his hand, and Gray, who had just stood up, fell to the ground again before he could even stand firm. He looked up in disbelief, not understanding why Linde had become so indifferent.

Linde's expression was not actually cold, he even had a smile on his face, and then a magic contract quietly appeared in his hand: "Oh, Gray Andre, the only heir of the Andre family, the direct descendant of the sage Partridge, you won't forget the contract we signed before, right? If you can't return the weapon with ten enhancements... you need to pay me 500,000 gold coins..."

Grayandre's eyes suddenly widened.

"You signed the contract in the name of the heir of the Andre family and the direct descendant of Saint Patridge. You are not going to default on your debt, are you?"

The gentle voice sounded like the devil's roar to Grayandre, which was as desperate as that.

His body began to tremble violently, and blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably. Then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Five hundred thousand gold coins! "Of course, if you really can't come up with five hundred thousand gold coins, you can also use the blasphemer's notebook..." Linde, who hadn't finished speaking, looked at Gray who had fainted speechlessly and shut his mouth obediently.

…

On the other side, Ron was still examining the properties of the spear.

[Gun of Death: Golden Legend]

【Maker: Archibald Andre】

[Enhancement Level: 10]

[Physical Attack +2742]

[Additional attribute: Strength +531]

[Additional special effect: Penetration - When attacking, there is a high probability of ignoring armor and directly causing true damage. ]

[Additional special effect: Tear - When the target is damaged, the wound cannot be healed, intermediate and low-level treatments cannot produce any effect, and the effect of high-level treatments is halved.]

[Additional special effect: Magic attachment - each attack adds magic damage, the additional value is your own mental power*1+magic attack power*0.3! ]

[This is a birthday gift I prepared for my daughter Philomena. I think she will like it very much, right? ]

Chapter 2 is here. Next chapter will be in an hour.

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