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The silver-gray magic circle was derived from Weston's feet and turned into countless silver stars, blessing Weston's whole body.

Exhaustion, the beating of the heart, and the rhythm of the blood vessels are all invisible at this moment!

As if all consciousness was lost, everything fell into silence.

Chapter 15 Group Battle Three

Yorick, not far away, widened his eyes the moment he saw Weston tearing off the parchment.

"The commander wants to..."

"Remove the pain, in other words, the boss will take your flaming snake hard." Luca said calmly.

She was very shocked in her heart, it was the first time she had seen such an adventurer.

This is a completely risky way. Even if you kill that mutant goblin, what will you get?

And they can't be killed.

Just look at the blue-haired magician who escaped, using other delays to escape alone, this is the nature of adventurers.

"What's the matter... Am I going to kill the captain?"

"It depends on the strength of your flame snake."

"If you don't pierce the heart and get treatment quickly..." Yorick murmured on the spot.

He didn't want to kill Weston, which wasn't to say he had a deep relationship with Weston.

But once he escapes, if no one proves that Weston is willing to accept his magic, then he may kill his companions and be blacklisted by the guild.

……

In the field, with the flaming snake in the distance, plus the strange smile of the adventurer in front of him.

Even the Goblin Emperor felt a hint of uncertainty, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Humans are cunning, who knows what kind of abacus this guy is planning.

Although this group of adventurers, it was originally intended to use the most cruel means to kill them and comfort the people they slaughtered.

Now, even if you wait another minute, you can dissipate the confinement circle under your feet.

However, it doesn't want to wait any longer.

"Quack quack quack..."

The Goblin Emperor raised his head and chanted a spell in pain.

The purple magic pattern on the Goblin Emperor's body quickly flowed backwards at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the corners of his eyes also had a sense of exhaustion that was too mentally exhausted.

The words surrounding the imprisonment of the Goblin Emperor and Weston were gradually replaced one by one.

This scene shocked everyone present.

"This, what is this..."

"Impossible, the parchment hasn't been burnt, how could the magic words disappear."

"Apart from the power of the gods and the disappearance of the magic of the magic scroll itself, the only thing that can remove the magic is..."

Welf's eyes widened, and at this moment he only felt his scalp tingle.

He had also guessed whether the other party had a second magic skill that clashed with confinement magic.

But I never thought that the second skill would be like this.

"This is to completely analyze the confinement magic, and then reconstruct it!" Welf said coldly.

Analysis and reconstruction Many experienced blacksmiths will, but that is only reflected in the metal.

And the complexity of magic itself, the possibility of being able to be analyzed and reconstructed, may only be known by the city's strongest magister, Jiu Mo Ji.

For some reason, he remembered what Weston had said earlier: 'It just doesn't want to play anymore. '

Did this guy see it already?

There was also a surprised expression on Weston's face. This monster actually knows Shirou Emiya's skills?

"I'm just guessing how cunning you are, but I didn't think that you have this kind of skill. However, don't kill me and make some small moves. It's too late to save it now!"

Weston grinned, and the blade of the magic sword slashed at the opponent's only remaining leg.

The magic sword floated up with a purple sword glow, and swung it down sharply.

The Goblin Emperor showed a horrified expression, and his body immediately stiffened.

"Perhaps you also learned this skill similar to Dominance from someone who analyzed and reconstructed it? But can your own hardness be supported in front of the magic sword?"

It's what you want to play, and it's what you don't want to play, how can it be that simple.

The moment the words fell, the magic sword in Weston's hand had already been cut in front of the Goblin Emperor's knees, and the Goblin Emperor's rigidity only lasted for less than two seconds, and he could no longer support it.

The sharp blade began to cut into the Goblin Emperor's knee, like a normal piece of meat, and it cut in half at once.

However, in an instant, the magic sword suddenly creaked and collapsed.