People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

There is no mediocre person who can join the "Golden Dawn", and every member on the scene is a legend with extraordinary skills and personal legends.

But even so, what the "Ripper (Sigurd)" showed would still shock them.

"If I'm not mistaken, the technology used by the 'Ripper' is..."

"Yes, the technique of John William Brody-Innes."

"But it doesn't make sense? Could it be that the reason why we failed to catch this guy after spending three months is because John is a traitor?"

"Arthur, whether John is innocent can be easily confirmed after we catch this 'murderer', but now we have to accept a reality."

"This 'Ripper' is proficiently using an official technique of the 'Golden Dawn' that he has never fought against before, and it looks quite proficient."

Seemingly sensing the dignified atmosphere here, Sigurd shuddered subconsciously.

(Sure enough, if this place is made up of the memory of "Jack the Ripper", then it seems very unreasonable for me to use the "gold" type of art...)

But it didn't give Sigurd more room to think.

The four people who had just retreated immediately regrouped. In front of them was the magician whose two props were destroyed by Sigurd just now, and the "pharmacist" who was called Edward Bellic by the woman named Annie was standing At the end of the line, and in the middle is an ordinary man in a black suit.

A man in a custom-made suit and also wearing a monocle, at this time he slashed the "stick" in his hand, clearly showing the movements of the Barton Technique.

But what happened afterwards was not a supersonic hand-to-hand combat. In fact, the overall situation did not seem to be any different from just now.

Even the wreckage of the shattered card was still flying in the air, clearly showing that what happened just now was just a moment in reality.

"Is it a spiritual equipment that uses the method of freedom to manipulate the spirit? But it seems that your own spiritual power has not improved? In other words, it means that those things are props used to confuse other people's spirits. Let me think about it... ..."

Under the serious eyes of the members of the "Golden Dawn", Sigurd shrugged casually.

"Probably you are planning to attack in combination, to draw the enemy's spirit away from the other side and take the opportunity to attack my defenseless body, right? Although I remember that few people in the 'Golden Dawn' would use such an oriental tactic, after all Sir Conan Doyle should not have officially joined at this time."

The results are already obvious.

The current scene is beyond the scope of the plans of the nine "Golden Dawn" extraordinary magicians.

In their eyes, for some reason, this perverted "ripper" became a "golden" expert within half a month.

Chapter 130 Six: Have I Said This Thing Is a Spiritual Equipment?

At the moment when the mercenary completely explained the opponent's technique, the "stage" for the four of them was also completed.

The poker fragments flying around made Sigurd feel that the colors in front of his eyes were changing rapidly.

The light became blurred, the sound distorted, and Sigurd couldn't even confirm whether he was still in the position just now.

Sigurd raised his eyes to confirm the positions of Edward Bellic and the other three. Relying on the last blurred vision, the mercenary could still confirm that the other party still did not move.

Even if he looked directly at the figure, the light would still flicker.

As if the image was seen from an unfocused camera, even the outline of the other party was not clear.

Squinting his eyes, Sigurd tried to see more clearly.

But once he accepts the existence of the "that person" in the center, a different world with more vivid colors seems to spread around that person.

The walls and floors here should have been as old as the scenery of old movies, and they should have looked gray because of the dirty white pollution steam.

But now it is shining with bright colors, and the well-ordered buildings are like smiling lips, losing their straight shape and twisting and fluctuating.

Sigurd didn't move anywhere else, and there was no high fever here, so this distorted scene was just an illusion.

(It seems that the "Ripper" was quite a headache for Edward Bellich and Robert William Felkin at the time...)

Supporting his head with one hand, this extraordinary mercenary felt like his head was hungover.

It feels like the brain is taken out after the skull is opened, and it is unbearably tingling to grind it with the smallest mesh grinding wheel.

And just as Sigurd was about to defeat the opponent's spell, the man in the suit at the center of the opponent's team also moved.

Stepping forward with his left foot, the cane in his hand stabs straight out like a Western sword.

(Speaking of which, I remember that the Barton technique only became popular in [-]. There should be no Barton technique at this time...)

Sigurd noticed that the opponent's cane attack action was not combined with the "Barton Technique" in his memory, so he realized that the famous "Barton Technique" was brought to England in [-] and started spread.

However, although it wasn't the Barton technique that Sigurd remembered, the man in the suit's use of the cane would undoubtedly be included in the Barton technique in the future.

All this aside, Sigurd seems to be in a bad place right now.

The opponent's mental interference spell has hit, and the opponent has launched close combat.

Although Sigurd has completely analyzed the opponent's spells and tactics, but because this guy jumped in on purpose, he can't say he has an advantage.

(too fast...)

Sigurd tilted his head to avoid the first stab, but it was at this moment that Sigurd realized that the opponent's speed was abnormal.

Although his eyes were dazzled, Sigurd still relied on his many years of experience in action magic, and under the martial arts honed in countless battles, he clamped the opponent's wrist with one hand.

"The real Felkin wouldn't put himself in such a predicament casually, would he?"

The sound of "cracking" bones breaking appeared, and the moment the opponent didn't even have time to react to the severe pain of his wrist being crushed, the man Sigurd called "Felkin" was thrown out. And it slammed into the nearby building.

With a soft "poof", the man who was no different from ordinary people turned into a cloud of white mist and dissipated in the surrounding air.

And Felkin, who was the leader, was out, so Sigurd's deprived vision was restored.

Rubbing his sour eyeballs, Sigurd casually waved to the rest of the "Golden Dawn".

"Let's go together. Anyway, with what the 'Ripper' can see, it's not easy for your data to be half that of a real person."

"What do you mean by 'data'?"

Westcott stopped Federico Legg Gardner, who was about to make a shot, and stepped forward to block between Sigurd and the others.

And just when Sigurd killed Felkin, Edward Bellic and the other three members of the "Golden Dawn" also retreated to the team. It seemed that they also realized that the enemy this time was not good.

"Well, it's actually quite rare to explain..."

Sigurd, who was pretending to be distressed, actually sat down cross-legged on the spot, as if he had no intention of making a move at all.

"Forget it, I'd rather choose something more efficient than explaining it a little bit from the beginning."

"efficiency?"

pong!

There was no warning, dry gunshots.

The sound of the gunpowder being ignited to stimulate the projectile to fly out is almost synchronous with the sound of the human body being penetrated.

In the next two to three seconds, there was the sound of people falling to the ground one after another.

Westcott turned his head and saw that the only members of the "Golden Dawn" left behind him were Anne Honeyman and Federico Legg Gardner.

Moreover, the two of them were also wounded, and their flanks seemed to have been pierced by bullets, and blood was flowing out.

"Then please, please use your spells to save them, Mr. William Wayne Westcott, one of the founders of 'Golden Dawn'? As Scotland Yard's coroner, for this kind of The processing technique should be handy, right?"

"..."

Staring at Sigurd silently, Westcott did not extend a helping hand to his companion.

However, if Westcott does not respond, it does not mean that the other two will "sit and die".

Holding Federico's side with one hand, he drew a big circle with the lantern in his hand, and then his outline changed.

The phantom fire swaying around him began to change shape, forming a pattern of crescent, circle and cross.

"You are all the big trees except the crown (keter), and you are the pillar of Mercury. Aim at the head and get rid of evil thoughts. Dedicate the victory to our monarch!!"

At the same time as the opponent activated the spell, Sigurd also instantly exerted force.

There was just a soft "pong", and then Sigurd appeared in front of Federico as if teleported.

And it wasn't until this moment that the magicians of the "Golden Dawn" saw clearly what the guns in the hands of the mercenaries were.

In Sigurd's hand, it was a beautifully shaped flintlock gun decorated with black oak and carved gold. It felt like the kind of weapon that pirates would use.

Federico looked at Anne who came out from behind with a sneer. His technique could invalidate the opponent's magic, and at the moment the opponent was defeated by the technique, Annie's bombing could hit the opponent.

As long as the attack hits, no matter what kind of master the opponent is, as "golden", they can be killed with a single blow with full confidence.

But all of this can only exist in "theory".

"Idiot, this is the real thing. Did I mention that this thing is a spiritual item?"

pong!

Chapter 130 Seven: May the glory be with you forever...Although you are just fakes

It was a little different from the attack just now. With the flame of the muzzle of the flintlock in Sigurd's hand, the thumb-sized projectile was indeed fired.

The hot projectile hit Federico, who was defenseless and powerless to fight back.

Even in the "Golden Dawn" monster magician group, this extraordinary magician is quite capable, and was pierced through the skull by a simple metal projectile.

But there was no splash of hot blood, and what flew out of the thumb-sized "hole" was the thick white mist that looked like colloid.

(That kind of flintlock can only be fired once, and each firing needs to be reloaded with pellets and gunpowder!)

Annie, who was wielding a black and white short stick, stared at the flintlock gun that was aiming, and actually killed her companion.

From that direction, it is absolutely impossible for a normal person to reload and adjust the angle of fire in such a short period of time.

Moreover, the shot just now was not the same magic shot as before. The white smoke from the muzzle and the slightly outstretched arms to buffer the recoil force also showed that Sigurd could not turn around in time to resist now.

The explosion of magic was accumulating, and Anne was serious but slow as if she was in slow motion in less than two seconds.

In a magical battle of this size, too many things could happen in two seconds, and she would definitely not let her guard down now.

But at this moment, Anne Honeyman saw Sigurd raising his left hand.

Because the arm that fired the flintlock just now is on the right side, and Sigurd is now sideways facing Anne's direction, which means that the left hand can be used.

And out of the corner of her eye, Annie saw it.

I saw another flintlock gun that was like a twin, exactly the same but with a white tone throughout.

At this time, most of her spells have been completed, and she can be activated in the next moment, and she can definitely kill the opponent.

But at this point of time, Sigurd firmly grasped this tiny gap.