MTL - I Copy Under One Punch-Chapter 322 Witch tastes really good

  Chapter 322 The taste of a witch is really good

   "The taste of a witch is really good!"

   Undoubtedly, Roswaal thought so in his heart.

  That soft touch, that sweet body fluid, even after more than four hundred years, he still remembers it clearly, it is probably the most unforgettable taste in the world.

Reminiscing briefly about the good old days, most of Roswaal's anger quietly dissipated, he smiled again, and said in a cadenced tone: "To be honest~, I~ can't understand what you are talking about. Those are~ The scary witch, but she was a character more than four hundred years ago, and I can't possibly have any intersection with me."

"Are you going to pretend to be stupid?" Aomori stepped up into the air step by step, stood opposite him, and said with a smile, "Or was he really fooled by the melancholy demon? The disciple of the **** witch Echidna is actually a clown, Her soul may not feel at ease in hell."

   Roswaal narrowed his eyes, the content of this conversation was beyond his expectations, and the man in front of him once again made him lose control of the future.

   "Your Excellency seems to know a lot of things, how about we find a place to chat?" He said seriously in a normal tone.

   "No problem." It happened that Aomori also had many things to ask him.

   Roswaal nodded, glanced at Ram who was indifferent in the crowd, and flew away first.

   Aomori waved his sleeves, and followed closely without leaving a word.

   "." The patriarch was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

   "What do you mean, my lord? Should we wait here?" the second in command of the ghost clan asked suspiciously.

   "Well, we'd better wait."

  In this dense jungle, where can they go? Running away is the stupidest thing to do.

  After figuring it out, the patriarch yelled at the people of the clan: "Rest in place and replenish your strength!"

"yes!"

  Rem took a rag and put it on the ground, beckoned Ram to sit down, and let out a sigh of relief.

  In the previous battle, although she was very scared, she still tried her best to release her skills with Ram, and successfully won the first head in her life.

  The strange thing is that she was still a little excited at the time, and it was not until now that she recalled the scene of corpses strewn all over the field that she felt sick and scared.

  She leaned closer to Ram, and whispered, "The big villain has escaped, should we run away now?"

   "It's best not to." Ram shook his head and said, "That man is not that easy to get into trouble. With his ability, it is easy to find us."

   "Then shall we wait here obediently for him to come back?" Rem was a little worried: "What if he really separates us? Rem doesn't want to be separated from his sister"

   "It's okay, even if we are separated, I will find you, I promise."

   "Well, Rem too!"

  Not long after they sat down to rest, Aomori's figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

  He scanned all the ghost clan members with sharp eyes, and said, "Get up, everyone, and get ready to go."

"yes!"

   "I'm back so soon" Rem pouted.

   "Let's go." Ram stood up, pulled Rem, and stared at Aomori in a daze.

   "What's the matter, sister?"

   "Maybe it's my illusion, I always feel that this person is not the same person as the one just now."

   "Huh?" Under the not-so-bright firelight, Rem tried hard to distinguish Aomori's appearance, nodded seriously, and said, "They look exactly the same, he must be right."

   "Well, I must have read it wrong. Let's follow."

"Um."

  In the void above the uninhabited jungle, Roswaal and Aomori faced each other.

"Although you probably know it, but out of courtesy, let me introduce myself." Roswaal saluted Aomori impeccably, and said: "Your Majesty, Roswaal L. Mazas, Luge The frontier of the Kingdom of Nika."

   "Nicholas Wang Wu, a traveler from another world who just passed by here." Aomori responded.

   "Traveler from another world? I see." Roswaal nodded suddenly and said, "No wonder I haven't heard of you."

   "Haven't you heard of it? Doesn't the book of wisdom in your hand record my affairs?"

   "Oh, even the Book of Wisdom knows, it seems that you really have a lot of information."

"Not much, but coincidentally most of it is related to you." Aomori said with a smile: "For example, your soul is actually Roswaal A. Mezas, who loves Echidna deeply, and will not hesitate to resurrect her Take away the body of your offspring. Another example, after you were beaten up by the melancholy demon, you deliberately imitated his dressing style, and always reminded yourself of this unforgettable hatred."

Although he was mentally prepared, Roswaal still had the feeling of being stripped of his clothes in public when his identity was exposed. He looked at Aomori with deep eyes, and said coldly: "Who are you? Why do you know that?" So detailed?"

   "You can understand that I also have a book of wisdom, but it can not only look at the future, but also look at the past."

  Another book of wisdom? A treasure from another world?

   Roswaal understood: "Then what is your purpose? You came here specifically to find me, right?"

   "Purpose?" Aomori grinned, suddenly showing aura, black arrogance covering the whole body: "Let's talk about it after I beat you up, I feel a little uncomfortable seeing you."

   "It seems that the future me has done a lot of things that make you uncomfortable." Roswaal guessed the reason, flipped his hands, and each side condensed six magic **** of different colors.

  He possesses the [Blessing of Magic], and is an extremely rare all-attribute adaptor who can master magic of six attributes. Currently, only he and Echidna have this ability.

  Perhaps because of this, Echidna accepted him as a disciple.

   After more than 400 years of intensive research on magic, Roswaal's strength has reached its peak, and he is also one of the best on this continent.

  The monk Reinhardt who never drew the dragon sword, and the young Ram is probably not his opponent. Even the former melancholy demon, he has a very high chance of winning.

   Therefore, facing Aomori's challenge, he did not have the slightest timidity.

   Moreover, he will use all his strength to defeat Aomori. He knows that this is a means for the two parties who want to reach a cooperation to seek dominance.

  If they didn't want to cooperate, who would foolishly tell the other party their hole cards?

For this mysterious traveler in another world in front of him, Roswaal is also unwilling to start a conflict. For him, resurrecting Echidna is the highest priority. As long as it does not hinder him, then anyone can become his allies.

   And in this cooperative relationship, whoever is more powerful will have more say!

   "Nicholas, let me see the wonders of a different world!"

"as you wish."

   As soon as the words fell, Aomori teleported to Roswaal's side, and his hard fists came to him in an instant like a dragon sailing out of the sea.

   Fighting against a magician naturally has to get closer.

  ‘Space magic? ’ Roswaal’s heart was still like water, his body flew back quickly, and with a wave of his hands, twelve rainbow beans shot out.

  Aomori's fist was much faster than his retreating speed, but a colorful shield suddenly blocked the front.

   While smashing it, the speed uncontrollably decreased a lot, and Roswaal opened the distance by this moment.

   Aomori smiled crookedly, and before those rainbow **** approached, his figure disappeared again.

  ‘Unlimited space magic? ’ Roswaal’s pupils shrank, and his body instinctively turned to the other direction, just avoiding Aomori’s elbow.

  He drifted irregularly all the way, constantly avoiding Aomori's pursuit.

   But he is not useless with his rich combat experience. In the process of evading, Roswaal has already left behind rainbow balls.

   When the sky was full of flickering light, Roswaal rushed into the pile of rainbow **** and clapped his hands violently: "Come on, let's see if you can escape from this battlefield full of explosives!"

   "[Starry Eternal Light]!"

  All the rainbow **** exploded together, and the sky seemed to turn into daylight, completely occupied by colorful lights, and all the clouds were cleared away.

  Banning the library, Aomori suddenly raised his eyebrows. This change was noticed by Beatrice. She snorted and said, "What's the matter? Is there any dissatisfaction with Betty?"

   "No, it's just that a strange memory flooded into my mind." Aomori said with a smile: "Roswaal, he's quite strong."

   "Have you been in contact with him? He is indeed very strong. Among so many generations of Roswaal, he is considered the best one."

   "I'm in contact now, but I shouldn't have to go out."

   "???" Beatrice was confused: "Don't tell Betty something inexplicable."

   "Well, it's okay, let's continue reading."

   "Hey, don't keep touching Betty's head!"

   "Don't you like it?"

   "Like size!"

   In the void, Roswaal took a few breaths, looked at the empty surroundings, and said to himself, "Dead? It should be impossible."

   "Nicholas, who claimed to be a traveler from another world, didn't have a sense of urgency during the battle from beginning to end. It's obvious that he has nothing to fear when he lets me arrange the battlefield."

  When the big bang happened, a strange yin magic wave caught his attention.

  Not long after thinking, Roswaal suddenly stared at the six identical men who surrounded him.

   "So that's it, it's a doppelganger." Roswaal showed a very interested expression: "Is this exquisite concept the magic you created?"

"Although I played a decisive role in it, I still created it on the shoulders of the predecessors." Aomori shrugged and said, "This is the result of the combination of the wonderful magic formula from another world and the magic of this world. .”

"Spells from another world? It's great." Roswaal said in an extremely fanatical tone: "I like such unknown magic the most. After our battle is over, can you tell me about it? Of course, I will give you the corresponding reward."

   "Okay, but wait until I beat you up first, and vent my anger." Another Aomori said.

   "Heh, only the avatar is dispatched, do you look down on me so much?"

   "If my real body appears, you will have no chance of winning." Another Aomori shook his finger and said, "Choose, whether it is a one-on-one or a group fight."

   Roswaal looked at the kind-hearted Aomori, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: "Let's fight together, time can pass quickly."

   "Okay, let you attack first." Six Aomori folded his arms and watched his performance quietly.

   "Oh, that's really arrogant." Roswaal chuckled and did not refuse.

   Just one avatar made him burnt out, now there are six, Roswaal has prepared for the worst, but he may not be unable to win.

  ‘This kind of magic must have flaws, otherwise he would be invincible. As long as you find it, you can lock in victory. The clone disappeared just now, was it because of the damage from the explosion, or was it for other reasons? '

  'Energy exhausted? time limit? Or is it something else? ’ Many possibilities flashed through his mind, but it was impossible to verify them one by one during the battle, so he decided to use violence to solve the problem.

  As a well-known great magister, Roswaal also has arrogance, so he will not admit defeat easily. He no longer hides his clumsiness, and decides to go all out.

   The first is to create tough protection.

   Roswaal used six-attribute magic in turn to form a thick magic shield around his body.

Afterwards, he looked at Aomori and said, "My teacher once wiped out a group of silver dragons with more than 100 members with a single magic. Now I can use this magic just like my teacher. Let you Look, the most beautiful magic in the world."

   "Okay, come on, let's start your performance." Aomori didn't think it was a big deal, they still floated in place confidently, and didn't stop Roswaal's actions.

  The magic power on his body surged wildly, Roswaal raised his hands to the sky, and laughed loudly: "Nicholas, if one day you fail, it must be due to your arrogance."

   "Alsario!"

  The Aomori followed him and looked up at the sky. As soon as the words fell, twinkling stars appeared in the sky.

  In their field of vision, the starlight is getting bigger and bigger, falling down at an unimaginable speed.

  Dense dots of light covered the entire sky, and after a while, the sky fell apart.

  The forest below suffered an indiscriminate disaster. It was completely destroyed by the falling light spots, and even the land had been plowed many times, and it was no longer what it was before.

  The strong earthquake fluctuations even spread to the marching ghost tribe, which made many people suspicious.

  As the leader, Aomori, his expression remained unchanged, urging everyone to leave quickly: "If you don't hurry up, you may be involved in the terrible battle over there."

  The patriarch had to pay attention to Aomori's advice, and urged the clansmen to speed up their pace.

   "Mana over there, everything is messed up." Ram was very solemn.

   "Did I win?" Roswaal who used this trick consumed a lot of mana.

  The previous six Aomori have long since disappeared, and they should all be killed by magic.

  Just as he was showing a smug smile, suddenly a fist broke through all the magic shields, printed on his cheek, and knocked him out.

  Drips of blood spilled on the ground.

   Aomori blew his fist and said with a smile, "Oh, that's cool."

  (end of this chapter)