My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 457: Shooting hundreds of heads, reappears!

The night sky was filled with a faint light, and there was a small sound like rainwater dancing in the wind. However, that is not a gentle breeze. It was the God of Desolation seeking sacrifices and sprinkling heavy rain called disaster on the earth.

Over a period of time that would have caused the golden body to decay and the statue of the god to wither, the gods responded to Atalanta's appeal, and then the favor of God and the wrath of God streaked across the night sky, pulling down the fleeting brilliant stars, and the sacred spirit that came towards them. In the midst of destruction, the running androids and demons stopped and raised their heads in unison, capturing the shocking beauty at the last moment of their lives.

They were shooting stars, shining in the sky, a deep blue rain of falling stars.

The stars are so beautiful, as if they are telling the ignorant newborn the fleeting but extremely brilliant truth.

Ah, if it could end in such a beautiful ending——

With this idea in mind, the androids and golems were shot by arrows of light without any resistance, their bodies were torn apart, and their consciousness was covered by starlight. They faced death willingly. Although the servants resisted the attack by dodging, resisting, or rebounding, the battle array was completely disrupted.

"Uhhhhh!" Frankenstein stood out from the crowd of soldiers. She slammed the precious phantom 'Girl's Chastity' in her hand, and golden thunder and lightning boiled out, from bottom to top. It swallowed up the starlight and offset the remaining power of Atalanta's Noble Phantasm.

Immediately afterwards, Vlad III clamped the horse's belly, and the golem's horse jumped up obediently, passing over the bodies of Black's androids and golems, and past the electrifying Frankenstein. The Grand Duke of Wallachia faced several A wave of thousands of bones begins to charge!

"Come, you barbarians who invade our land through door and door, the time of punishment has come!"

Since the battle around the Red Berserker, perhaps Vlad III has been suppressing his anger. But now, the anger he has accumulated for so long will turn into an incomparable calamity fire, which will be poured out without hesitation on the red army pressing against the enemy. square.

"Compassion and anger will turn into scorching iron stakes and pierce them completely, waiting!"

The face of the Black Lancer was stained with the omen of killing, and the moonlight was obscured by the black knight. Only blood could leave color on this deep curtain.

When dealing with an enemy, pierce them, and when dealing with a Noble Phantasm, respond with the same Noble Phantasm!

"——Kaziklu Bey!"

The dark spirit began to spread, and the Dragon Tooth Soldiers reflexively looked at their feet - in an instant, countless slender rafter piles broke out of the ground around them, piercing through their bodies one after another. Rustle, rustle... Those are thorns, those are trees, the rafters are the slender trunks, and the leaves and branches are made of bones.

The dark archduke holds a spear, standing in the sharp piercing hell, laughing silently.

Only three seconds had passed since the activation of the Noble Phantasm, and all five hundred Dragon Fang Soldiers were wiped out in an instant. However, the King of Punishment's anger had not stopped yet, and the dark punishment continued to spread, shooting straight into the air. The garden advanced, and then—soared into the sky!

It is a fang made of countless rafters and piles, united as one!

The moonlight was pierced, and bright red blood flowed out. The battle between Atalanta and Frankenstein's Noble Phantasms had not yet dissipated. Among the flying blue-gold light spots, the devil's claws broke out of the ground and multiplied rapidly. It reached a height of thousands of meters and pierced straight towards the sky garden!

"Can you afford such a consumption?!" The empress sitting in the courtyard couldn't help but lost her voice. Even if the Black Lancer is legendary and his treasure phantom can create such a majestic momentum, the consumption of magic power it generates is unnecessary. The amount of doubt is enough to drain a top-notch magician dry.

Could it be that the leader of the black team planned to accomplish all his achievements in one battle, sacrificing battery life to take down the Sky Garden? !

How pointless, yet so breathtaking!

Perhaps third-rate people would feel panicked, but the followers on the red side were all famous heroes. Even Shakespeare, who was helpless, laughed lightly at Vlad III's attack.

Atalanta, who was watching this scene with an extremely cold expression, turned around and declared:

"This completes my first blow. It's your turn, Rider."

"good!"

Achilles slapped his knees suddenly and stood up with a joyful expression. However, he found that the young man in black robe next to him, Assassin Shuoyue, also stood up at the same time, and his expression suddenly became unhappy.

"Shuoyue, are you trying to take away the fun of being a forward from me?"

Facing the Greek hero's question, the assassin responded with a plain yet murderous smile.

"No, please forgive me, Achilles - how could I turn a blind eye in the face of such provocation?"

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Watching the reappearance of a mythical epic, Shuo Yue's war-loving heart became more restless than ever before, and reached its peak at the moment when Vlad III used his Noble Phantasm to provoke.

Even though his job as an assassin has strengthened some of Shuo Yue's character, at his core, he is still the madman eager to fight.

"He was seriously injured by me, and because I exposed the botched assassination, he had to hide in the city fort." Staring at the rapidly advancing rafter piles, Shuo Yue made no secret of his contempt for the Black Lancer, "——Just because How dare he provoke me, a charlatan?"

Shocked, even the red side did not expect Shuo Yue to make such a statement. The battlefield in front of him seemed to have stimulated his genes, causing the young man to tear off his cunning exterior and expose his ferocious interior.

In other words, the messenger of Hades should be just like his god, deep and cold, harsh and arrogant. That is the essence of the god who sits on the throne and judges the world of death.

Atalanta's animal ears twitched slightly, thoughtfully, while Achilles laughed loudly after a brief moment of surprise:

"Hahaha, very good! Shuo Yue, I agree with you, then come with me and join the battle! Let us declare war on Black completely!"

"As it should be!"

The assassin responded with an unruly smile that was not inferior to that of Achilles. For the first time, he did not hide his magic chant, spread his hands, and loudly called for the long-lost military equipment.

"Trace——On!!! (projection unfolds)"

Under the unbelievable gazes of everyone, the spirit sons gathered together, outlining rugged lines, and the huge ax sword that exceeded the height of a human was revealed in front of the servant of the red side, the hero of Greece!

"This is—!" Atalanta, who had fought with the Hercules as an Argonaut, widened her eyes. Unprecedented emotions hit her heart, making her whole body tremble. "Hercules." The weapon of Raculus!"

"What are you talking about?!" Achilles turned his head in disbelief, and saw the young man in black robe carrying the ax and sword on his shoulders. It was obvious that the proportion of man and weapon was not coordinated, but there was a different kind of impact in his hands. force.

"Let's go, Achilles!" With such a laugh, the young man in black robe hunted, facing the storm in the sky, he started to fly forward, and jumped from the sky courtyard.

"Let us fight Black until the end of the world and the end of the world!"

Just like this, he stretched his body and fell without fear, falling, falling - until the hands holding the ax and sword touched the huge rafter pile pierced by Vlad III!

The moment he came into contact with the rafter piles, the young man smiled unbridled, liberating the school that was inherited from the projected memory and was at the pinnacle of mythology.

"Nine Lives"

Those are nine rays of light that penetrate the sky and the earth! That is a peerless brilliance that is difficult for mortals to reach!

A roar broke out, and the loud noise tore apart the thick night curtain, turning into rumbling thunder like the wrath of a god, spreading in all directions, and the entire sky and the entire earth shook violently.

The order of time and space collapsed, and the power of fantasy was defeated by humans. The ax sword shining with cold light roared, as if its former owner lifted it up again, facing the top phantom beast Hydra, and cut out even himself. The sword that can no longer be surpassed!

There was a cold flame burning deep in the rainbow-colored magic eye. Under Vlad III’s unbelievable gaze, the rafter piles that were supposed to proliferate infinitely were broken. His proud conceptual weapons were defeated, and there was only one story to tell. The ultimate swordsmanship turned into nine slashes, erasing everything from the dense forest to the sky-breaking piercing punishment!

In the fragmented vision of death, twisted lines were obliterated, concepts wailed to death, and the Tower of Babel that stretched straight to the sky collapsed!

"Boundless Transformation·The Demonic Eye of Direct Death." The Ax Sword dissipated with satisfaction. Shuo Yue opened his arms like a bird and whispered the name of his treasure phantom in a leap of faith. Behind him, a great hero spoke out. With a long smile, he drove a chariot powered by three military horses, waving the reins, and the neighing sound of the rumbling horses suddenly shook the sky above the entire battlefield.

Amidst the sound of breaking glass, the black night sky revealed green, and the vigorous posture of the cavalry burst out. It was an emerald green meteor, which was the fastest and strongest streamer in the Greek era!

"Come on, let's start the war! I, Red Rider, will take the lead now!"

The chariot galloped past the falling Shuo Yue. The two warriors, burning with the same fighting blood, looked at each other and smiled, passing each other and heading towards the common goal.

Red Rider, Achilles.

Blue Assassin, New Moon.

Go to war!