Dragon of the Root

Chapter 781: Has it started?

"You go first, Bedivere." Wu Ming snapped his fingers and opened the Gate again.

"Then Sir Vero, I will be waiting for you." Bedivere nodded to Wu Ming, waved his robes and slipped in towards the newly opened Gate.

"Then I'm second, Master~" Jibril smiled and flew straight to the second Gate.

In the end, Wu Ming saw the last people besides himself, Xuanzang Sanzang and Tawara Touda.

"Sanzang, take care of yourself here."

"You guys should be more careful, I just need to stay here, and you go to the Dragon Pond and the Tiger's Nest, which makes the poor monk feel guilty." Tang Sanzang looked embarrassed.

"No one is perfect, and neither are Servants. I feel very lucky that Sanzang can pray for us," said Wu Ming.

"Be careful." Tawara Touda said simply.

After Wu Ming finished speaking, he also entered the Gate.

However, the Gate that Wu Ming entered seemed to be...

"Ahhhh!? You chose the wrong door!"

However the Gate was closed, and only Tawara Touda was left listening to Tang Sanzang howl there alone.

"Don't worry, teacher Sanzang, after all, this Gate's ability is Vero's ability. If he senses something is wrong, he should come back." Tawara Touda comforted.

"Is it right"

Then, walking to the window, Tang Sanzang looked up at the blue sky, lowered his head, and began to pray.

"Amitabha..."

Indeed, Wu Ming finally entered the first Gate, that is to say, the destination of the Gate he entered was the Sun King.

However it was not that Wu Ming had done anything wrong, it was his intention, because on the side of the holy city, he had already started a war with the opponent.

The Flgel surrounded the gates of the Holy City, arranged in three rows in the sky, and the magic power in their hands continued to surge.

Wu Ming, on the other hand hovering behind the three rows of Flgel, looked down with his arms folded across his chest.

The first row of condensed magic balls shot towards the holy city gate like cannonballs, producing a huge explosion.

*BOOM*

Immediately after, the Flgels in the first row immediately floated up, retreated behind the third row, and began to repair, becoming a new third row.

The second row, on the other hand, flew forward one step instead of the first row, and launched attacks in their hands.

Since it was charging when the original first row attacked, the damage from the new first row was very obvious.

*boom----!!*

The three lines of Flgel continued, attacking the holy city below without any disturbance.

That's right, this is the simplest three-segment formation. By alternating three lines, the attack that cannot be released instantly can be released instantly, achieving uninterruptedness, and the number of attacks is extremely intensive.

However since the ordinary Flugel was Berserker class, it could be said that even such an ordinary formation could not do so.

All of this was actually done by commander Wu Ming.

With a contract as a liaison, Wu Ming as Master, gave some tasks to the Flgels, which was really fine.

Wu Ming was now very helpless about the Flgels becoming Berserkers.

Being a Berserker is quite a disadvantage, as the advantage of a gregarious creature is cooperation, and you can't expect a group of Berserkers to cooperate with one another.

Luckily the Flgels who were Servants, obeyed Master's orders, so it was fine for Wu Ming to order the Flgels to fight.

The three-stage formation was constantly bombarding, and with the Flgel in the air, the people of the Holy City couldn't just appear.

This is difficult for Gawain's gatekeeper.

"Damn it, is the enemy's magic power unlimited!?" Gawain, who was leading a group of knights hiding within the gates of the holy city, looked gloomy.

Even though Gawain's combat power had tripled under the sun, he would not foolishly rush into this sea of cannons to withstand the damage.

What if it hangs.

But it turns out that the enemy's magic is unlimited.

The magic shooting outside stopped.

There was no way, if you continued to fight these three lines of Flgel, the magic power would be exhausted and it would be off the stage, but there were thousands of Flgel behind Wu Ming, so it wasn't a problem at all.

However Wu Ming had also seen through the Flgel firing test that this holy city wasn't easy to blow up, and pure magic attacks didn't work at all.

Hence, after the three rows of Flgels in front of Wu Ming stopped attacking, he did not continue to send the Flgels behind to attack.

*Pa-*

Snapping his finger, the black-purple Gate opened, and the three rows of Flgel in front of Wu Ming flew out in a neat and orderly fashion. The exit on the other side of the Gate was Avant Heim's body.

Although it is said that the Flgels come as Servants, and their magic power is exhausted or killed, it will not affect the body, but Wu Ming still doesn't want them to have an accident.

If he has the ability to protect his subordinates, why not do it? Wu Ming has a bad taste, but it is also divided into several aspects.

All three rows of Flugels entered the Gate, and suddenly, a Gate appeared beside Wu Ming.

Bedivere came out of the Gate.

Then he started to fall.

"?!" This surprises Bedivere, why is the exit here in the air? ?

Wu Ming immediately used his spiritual power to stop the fallen Bedivere.

"... Sir Vero... This..." Bedivere was a bit confused by the situation.

Why was he the one who left earlier than Wu Ming, and why in the air?

But before Wu Ming could reply, the Gate moved again.

"Hoooo~" Jibril exited the second Gate.

"Already begun?!" Seeing the many sisters behind her, Jibril was a little confused.

However because she could fly, Jibril did not fall from the sky in such a shameful manner as Bedivere.

"Masters? Aren't you behind me?" Jibril also had a question.

"Don't ask question after question." Seeing no action from the Holy City, Wu Ming looked at Bedivere and Jibril.

Then Jibril spoke up like a reply.

"Let me go first! Question why are there two Masters?"