"Why? Don't you run away, Mr. Weber Wilwitt?" Kenneth asked jokingly.

"I don't need it anymore. I have won. Lord Elmero, let you see, my ultimate magic!" Weber Wilvert took a pistol from his arms and pointed it at Kenneth's head.

"This is what you call the ultimate magic? A pistol? It's extremely ridiculous! Fool, fool! You are pleasing me and asking me for forgiveness—?" Kenneth sneered and asked.

"No. You have already lost, Lord Elmero." Weber said.

"Hahahahaha! Stop joking, my [Moon Essence Liquid] can easily resist your son..."

Kenneth hadn't said the "bullet" completely, "Kaka Kaka Kaka" a few times, and the [Moon Essence Liquid] that hovered around him fell like glass and shattered to the ground.

"No...impossible! What's going on? How could my [Moon Soul Liquid]...?" Kenneth's eyes widened, his expression unbelievable, "You--, what did you do?"

This kind of thing is incredible, Kenneth scratched his head and couldn't figure out what Webber did.

"I used magical copper-zinc alloy powder." Weber said.

"What?! Copper-zinc alloy powder!? The magical copper-zinc alloy powder, how could it break my [Moon Spirit Liquid]...no...no, I actually asked you...I actually asked you ...I, a child prodigy, and a monarch, actually asked you...what's a joke!?" Kenneth's eyes were bloodshot.

He lost.

From the moment the question was asked, he lost.

So far, Kenneth's life has been very smooth, becoming one of the leaders of the aristocratic camp is a peak of his life. However, yet--, he actually asked the disciple who he regarded as a fool!

"I have studied the method of making [Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid], and the techniques and methods in it have been thoroughly studied by me. The technique I applied to the copper-zinc alloy powder can break through [Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid]. The preservation technique is in contact with mercury. The essence of [Moon Spirit Liquid] is mercury. Mercury is mercury. Mercury and copper-zinc alloy will react into copper amalgam. This will invalidate your [Moon Spirit Liquid]." Weber Say.

"What is this? What is this? Is this still magic?" Kenneth asked.

"Times have changed, sir! So—the magic will also change!" Weber said.

"My dignified Lord Elmero, one of the leaders of the noble camp, actually taught such a rebellious dog bastard!...I lost...I lost..."

Kenneth looked at the dark muzzle in Webber's hand, and took two or three steps back with a nervous breakdown.

Since his youth, Kenneth has been the master of everything in his world. He has never run into a wall and has not bothered about the limit. He is talented and has a famous son. Not only has he inherited the engraving of magic results passed down from generation to generation, but he also has a rare in the world commensurate with it. Talent.

Therefore, everyone called him a "prodigy", and he accepted this fact for granted. No one ever doubted this title, or even threatened it, so he didn't need to be proud or arrogant, he just enjoyed the title of "prodigy" for granted.

This is loyalty to oneself.

However, those who were loyal to themselves finally met their greatest ordeal.

He was actually defeated by what he had always looked down upon as a disciple of the Fool!

Prodigy, no more!

The world he dominated also began to collapse.

"Kill me," Kenneth said.

"Why should I kill you? You are my teacher! You—want to witness me achieve my dream!" Webber put down his gun.

"You--, really are a magician with no value at all." Kenneth said with an angry expression: "As a lecturer, I will teach you one last lesson. The war of magicians, benevolence, is cruel to yourself. ! Look at it, I won't let Lancer let you go."

"Rider... won't lose!" Weber said.

Kenneth smiled. A spicy and ironic smile.

And at this moment--

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The screams of women.

"Sora--!"

Upon hearing this sound, Kenneth panicked, and quickly got up and rushed over.

Weber also hurried away.

The scenery they saw immediately made them take a breath.

Di Lu Muduo, who was completely dark, strangled Sola's neck with one hand, and lifted her high.

"Lancer, what are you doing? Do you want to betray?" Kenneth asked furiously, trying to rush over.

"Don't go! He is contaminated with black mud!"

A heavy voice sounded.

The two turned their heads and looked around, and Webber was so scared that he covered his mouth.

I saw Iskandar lying on the ground, half of his body was swallowed by a black mud.

"Rider—!" Webber yelled, pulling away and rushing over.

"Don't come here, run!" Iskandar summoned his love horse and said to Webber: "Friend, ride it and run! Go to Caster, go to the King of Knights. Then--, come and fight me!"

"I--, how can I... Lingshu! I still have Lingshu!" Webber hurriedly raised his arm, "Command it with Lingshu, Rider, get rid of the black mud!"

However--

The spell has expired.

Iskandar smiled helplessly, "This seems to be the Holy Grail. The Ling Curse is useless. Run away, kid. It's too late, but I'm going to die by this king's sword."

"Why—, why is it like this!?"

The cruel reality defeated Weber.

"Ah - ah ah ah ah ah - Kenneth - Kenneth ah - save me save me!!"

Sora yelled.

Di Lu Muduo strangled her throat, then picked up the [Destroyed Yellow Rose] and cut it off on her face, ruining her delicate face in an instant.

"My face...my face...my face...!!!"

Sora cried loudly.

"Sora!" Kenneth was anxious, and hurriedly fumbled his sleeves, looking for ceremonial outfits that he could use. But at this time, he realized that most of his attire had already been destroyed.

Helpless!

Di Lumuto ruined Sola's face, then threw Sola aside, holding two guns, and staring at Kenneth coldly.

Without a word, he walked towards Kenneth with a murderous aura.

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