I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

From the body separated from the throne, the figure of Osmandis holding the Holy Grail in one hand stood frozen in place.

Durin stretched out his hand and stepped forward to take the Holy Grail in his hand.

At this moment, the eyes of the frozen Osmandis suddenly moved, as if "suddenly came to life" from a certain frozen atmosphere

Osmandis sneered and said, "Is it just this level?"

His sudden opening surprised Du Lin, and Du Lin couldn't help but look at the scene where the upper body and lower body were divided in front of him in surprise.

"Is the body still alive after being divided?"

Osmandis laughed: "Of course. You don't think you can kill me so casually in Yu's territory, do you? It is true that Yu feels a threat from your weapon, but compared to the previous assassin , your attack is simply insignificant."

No, if it wasn't for the previous assassin's several assassinations, which caused his mental damage to be too deep to recover for a while, he can now reorganize his body and let this rude boy return to the underworld.

He didn't feel like he was being bullied by a dog. As far as the result of the assassination just now was concerned - the opponent was weaker than that Assassin, but it was indeed an existence that could hurt him.

Besides, this kid is still the leader of that Chaldea, possessing the power he longs for, and his status is not weak.

Well, it is barely possible to talk on his equal footing.

Du Lin frowned: "Before?"

Osmandis snorted, not intending to explain the embarrassing thing before.

Du Lin stared at his broken body curiously: "What is the structure of your body? Forget it, you should be the summoned Rider. Since you are a follower, you should destroy the spirit core."

"It's useless, you can try..."

Before Osmandis finished speaking, the next moment the dagger pierced through the spiritual core of his chest, and the latter let out a muffled grunt, spilling a mouthful of blood.

The veins on Osmandis's forehead suddenly swelled, and he said furiously: "You boy, wait for Yu to finish speaking—!"

This is really the first time Du Lin has seen such a phenomenon: "Interesting, it seems that the spirit core of the heroic spirit is a weakness, and it doesn't hold true for you. No... In other words, you should have something to replace yourself to die, right? What exactly is this principle..."

He came with a hint of interest, clutching the Holy Grail.Obviously this is not a miracle triggered by the Holy Grail.

Osmandis sneered and said, "Principle? You don't need that kind of thing at all... In short, you have no way to kill me."

At this time, seeing that Pharaoh was fine, Nitocris breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to herself: "I was really scared to death, Pharaoh. Sure enough, it is still useful to be summoned with this desert, Pharaoh It means that this temple, even this desert, no one can kill Pharaoh."

Osmandis turned his head and shouted angrily, "Hey! Nitocris."

Nitocris also seemed to have thought of something, and immediately lowered her head: "No, I'm very sorry."

Scathach snorted at the side: "It's so mysterious, but it's just that the space-time distortion was summoned out of this desert and turned into Osmandis."

Immediately, she suggested to Du Lin: "We have to prepare to go. I have seen such a monster. Unless we can destroy all the desert territories outside, he should not die!"

"Huh?" Osmandis said in admiration: "What a keen woman, she can see through Yu's truth at a glance. It's really outstanding. If it weren't for your godslayer attributes and your age, Yu would be displeased, and I would want to I took you as a concubine."

Scathach raised his gun and stabbed Osmandis decisively between the legs.

Puff!

There was no pain coming from the lower body of the blood spurted out by the shot, but the visual effect still made Osmandis' face slightly stagnant.

"you……"

He took a deep breath and decided not to provoke the old woman anymore.

Du Lin watched this scene delicately, and picked up the gun and stabbed Osmandis at the next moment.

The tragedy lasted until 3 minutes, until dozens of holes were poked out of Osmandis's body on the entire throne.

Osmandis's face was gloomy, and he sneered coldly: "It's useless. In this temple, no one can kill me. As Nitocris said, unless you destroy the temple and this area A desert in a different time and space, otherwise Yu would exist forever. Hahahaha..."

"What's so funny, your Holy Grail was taken away by me, and your lofty Wang Zhizi also ended up in such a miserable state, why can you still laugh?" Du Lin mocked silently.

Osmandis snorted: "Of course Yu can laugh, because you have nothing to do with Yu. And Yu will definitely kill you. How can such a result not make Yu laugh?"

Du Lin ignored his 'helpless', stared at the opponent's separated body and thought: "But my attack can't be recovered in a short while, right?"

"No... compared to the previous Assassin's assassination, the damage you did to this king is still too weak." Osmandis snorted disdainfully.

Obviously he is the figure who fell to the ground, but at this moment he is full of confidence and arrogance like the king of all kings: "You want the Holy Grail? You can take it! Do you want to assassinate Yu? Just do it! Even Atla The goal of the Sri Academy has also been informed to you within the scope of Yu's management. The purpose of your trip has been achieved..."

In the middle of speaking, Osmandis continued: "However, taking away Yu's treasures, speaking rudely and using hands in this Pharaoh's temple are all serious crimes!"

"I really know how to talk." Du Lin ignored the howling of the defeated dog, and listened to his previous words: "You said you can tell me if you know the ruins of the Atlas Academy?"

"Hmph!" Osmandis didn't speak.

Scathach's vision was very keen and noticed that the cute Nitocris looked at the table behind the throne silently and worriedly, as if he was afraid of discovering some secret.

Then, Scathach immediately walked to the table, saw a map, and his eyes lit up.

"Gordo, come and see."

Osmandis cursed secretly: "Nitocris, when I get better, go to the desert to accompany the Sphinx!"

Nitocris wanted to cry but had no tears: "I... I didn't do anything."

Not long after, Du Lin came to Osmandis with a map of the desert, flipped the map away, and pointed to a circled red dot in the desert that had already been marked: "Is this here?"

Osmandis snorted coldly: "Of course."

He didn't seem to mind giving the destination away.