Until the moment he was attacked, Darnic still hadn't reacted.
Among the powers displayed by the other party, there are countless things that require one to be careful in dealing with, but what about pulling out a gun?
Unlike most traditional magicians, Darnic is very up-to-date. He equipped the artificial human guards of the Yggdmillennia with firearms.
But this approach was only to use the homunculi fearlessness and bravery to serve as a restraining force. In a real magic battle, guns would not have the final say. While in a magical workshop that had turned into a dream, even if one were hit by such a mysterious thing as a gun without any resistance, nothing would happen.
Could it be that the Master of Caster saw that the situation was hopeless, so he was looking for a way out?
Darnic suddenly realized it, and as a political brain, he instantly imagined Roland's mental journey, and then he deployed the shield with confidence.
As expected, even large-caliber bullets were blocked by the shield deployed by Darnic, but the power contained in it would not disappear so easily.
Along with the mystical connection, before Darnic realized what was happening, severe pain spread throughout his body, and his internal organs and nerves were torn into a mess.
Unable to even utter a wail, blood gushed out of his mouth first, and his entire body twitched continuously due to broken nerves. The magic circuits throughout his body that were outputting magic power were randomly connected and out of control, unable to be used anymore.
Roland gently opened the magazine, letting the shells covered with a faint smoke fall out.
Emiya Kiritsugu's Origin Bullet has the same effect on magi as the First Sight Kill. It is even more effective due to the magi's inherent contempt for firearms.
After obtaining the Origin Bullet, Roland realized that this thing was much more useful than a magic wand when dealing with magicians!
Most of Emiya Kiritsugu's reputation as a magician killer came from this. If it weren't for the limited number, his record would be even more brilliant.
Darnic fell to his knees unconsciously, looking as if he had lost his fighting ability, but Roland showed a surprised look.
"You're not dead yet?"
After being hit by the Origin Bullet, Darnic's entire body should have been unable to supply magic power, and he himself was severely damaged by the rampage of magic power, but even so, this guy still did not fall into a coma.
Lancer also strolled over to Darnic and helped him up, not at all worried about the current situation.
This situation was enough to prove that after the Third Holy Grail War, this guy's condition was once again very different from what Roland had remembered.
"It's really brilliant. The origin is compressed through soul engineering and then manifested in the person being hit. No wonder it is so unstoppable even in dreams. I guess there are not many masters in this Holy Grail War who can defend against this move."
With Lancer's help, Darnic rolled his eyes with difficulty and looked at Roland.
"So, am I qualified now?"
"Of course it's enough. Let's sign the contract."
Roland's eyes lit up, and without saying anything else, he left his mark on the parchment.
"Well, I will go check on the other groups next. If you need anything, just send your familiars to this area, and I will come find you."
After a fragile alliance was reached, Roland left Darnic's magical workshop with Caster.
"That old bug is hiding something. His purpose in looking for Darnic may not just be to prevent the Holy Grail from being stolen. Caster, did you feel the state of that guy just now?"
"He's just a useless person. I'm afraid that guy can't even take care of himself. His own runaway magic power has caused serious internal injuries to his body. I'm afraid he won't live long."
Caster said in confusion: "But even so, there is no fluctuation in his contract with Lancer, and his body gives me a strange feeling."
"I can clearly feel the fluctuations of the soul, but it is vague, as if it is not my own body. However, when performing the technique, there is no feeling of abnormality. It is really impossible to rely on the body of another person to achieve this."
Roland raised his head and looked up at the night sky: "Yes, it's really strange. And Enkidu, the holy relic of this Heroic Spirit should not appear in the world. How could he..."
While Roland was thinking, Caster asked cautiously, "So, Master, are you really going to abide by the contract? That guy has become like this because of your attack, but he is still able to show respect. I don't think such a cunning guy can be trusted."
"Does he deserve it?"
Roland looked at the invisible restraints on his soul with displeasure, and the arrogance that had been hidden under his gentle appearance finally showed its fangs.
"You are just a mortal, you dare to bind me with an oath?"
Unlike the obvious influence of Kira Yoshikage, the influence of the Shendu is subtle. His arrogance does not mean he is insolent, so he can still show a normal attitude to cooperate with Valon and seduce other mortals.
But this equality is essentially the mercy of the superior, not true gentleness. He is a powerful fire demon, a noble dragon, who will not age or die. Except for his own kind, everything in the world must be distinguished from him.
Even Jackie Chan only gained the recognition of the Shendu after defeating him many times. He called him his nemesis and believed that his body was suitable for his soul to reside in.
The feeling of making a commitment with others is similar to playing with a pet, but if the other party really dares to use the contract to ask you to do something, it would be an insult.
"Caster, lend me your treasure."
"Eh?" Hearing Roland's order, Medea subconsciously took out the Talisman that can break all laws, "What are you going to do with him?"
"Of course I have to break the contract. I don't want to keep this disgusting thing on me for even a moment. Let Darnic fulfill the contract unilaterally."
Hearing Roland's words, Medea hurriedly hid the dagger in her hand: "If it is such a simple thing? Can't you do it yourself? Using this treasure will also break the master-servant contract between us."
"Huh?" Roland was stunned for a moment and looked at Medea: "What do you mean you can do it myself?"
"Don't you know?" Medea was surprised to hear Roland ask such a strange question.
"With your noble soul that can generate true ether and even surpass the gods, how can such a mortal contract bind you, Master?"
After spending some time together, Medea got to know Roland better. "The arrogance in the Master's soul is something I have never seen before. It is born with the essence of freedom. Even if it is a being as noble as you, in order to cast an effective contract on you, at least four or more people are needed, preferably seven to completely bind you."
"Really?" Roland subconsciously touched the contract that had just been established. Just as Medea said, his soul twisted casually, and the contract slipped away weakly.
Faced with such a result, even Roland didn't know what to say for a moment.
So, what the Shendu said was well-known, not self-exaggeration, but a simple adjective?