Intruders of the Moon World

In an instant, the magic knife lit up with platinum light again!

Although it is only the light of fireflies compared to before, it has undoubtedly started.

"This is!?" Rama said in astonishment and anger, "Stop! You are not allowed to take any action in this battle!"

[Brother, forgive me for being reckless! 】

The chaotic shadow who called the brave man his elder brother insisted on launching a surprise attack on Ye Qing.

The magic knife is in Ye Qing's body, as long as the divine power is mobilized——

"Don't think about it!"

Ye Qing roared angrily, his body suddenly emitted bright golden light, and there was a faint resounding of sacred music.

【Maharaja of Light·Light of Judgment】!

The light of condemnation that cannot be defended is like a natural enemy to the spirit body.

For the God of Disobedience who has a physical body, this may only be a little troublesome, but for this thing that has no body and only exists as twisted darkness, this power has a very considerable lethality.

【what--! 】

As expected, Sombra let out a miserable howl.

【Damn, hate, hate, you bastard——】

The black shadow was expelled from the magic knife by the light of judgment, and most of it was burned to ashes, but it survived exceptionally tenaciously.

【go to hell! 】

Abandoning the idea of ​​fighting against the light of judgment to snatch the magic knife, the black shadow turned into an arrow and threw it into the mandala formation above.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!"

Barely giving Ye Qing any chance to breathe, nearly a hundred divine tools were released at the same time.

It was the divine tool that the King of the End had prepared long ago to attack Ye Qing, but it was used by Sombra at this time.

Knives, swords, spears, spears, axes... or curses, or inheritances, or magic weapons, or magic swords, but without exception, all of them are weapons with characteristics against the undead!

Ye Qing's pupils shrank, but before he could do anything, there was a strange fluctuation in the space of [Illusory Utopia], and a golden cylinder automatically emerged.

"Crash..."

In the dazzling brilliance, countless cracks appeared on the cylinder, and the fluctuations of mana like flames enveloped it.

Large and small fragments were melted, gradually revealing a gold plate like some kind of chip, and the gauntlet supporting the gold plate.

Although it has the structure of a sword, it is more like an enlarged key than a sword, and it is extremely special, not prepared for some kind of "lock", a unique key in this world.

"Well--"

Ye Qing opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The atmosphere was pierced by the magical equipment of the mandala formation, and there was a thunderous sound, and nearly a hundred weapons aimed at the undead had been shot out, and they would hit Ye Qing's body in the next instant.

However, at this moment, countless golden ripples extended from the golden key dagger.

It wasn't manipulative, but a spell that had pre-set the trigger conditions and waited until a specific time to activate—opening up a certain space.

As if to cover the entire sky, countless [doors] filled the space around Ye Qing, surrounding his body at the core.

Then, as if he was provoking the gods, he confronted the hundreds of divine soldiers fired from the mandala, and nearly a thousand treasures with divine light were shot out like a storm!

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"Boom boom boom!"

Thunder and flames are intertwined, steel and gold and stone collide, the divine implements wrapped in the thunder light, and the precious treasures that flow with brilliance.

In terms of power, there is no doubt that Prince Rama's Salvation Thunder is more powerful, but the treasures shot from the golden gate have an absolute numerical advantage.

The conflict was like a storm, and the fury of mana swept everything.

In the short stalemate, the mandala formation and the king's treasure contended, and the intense explosion and energy fluctuation caused the light and shadow to fluctuate.

"Bah—!"

As if cutting some kind of rock, Bai Wugou's blade broke away from the body of the King of the End.

The gray-haired brave man gave up his wrist and magic sword, and exerted strength with his feet. Taking advantage of the moment when the mandala and the king's treasure collided, he got rid of the dragon-slaying magic sword.

Although dissatisfied with his brother's self-assertion, the warrior instinct in his bones made him make the most correct judgment at this time.

"Kakkaka!"

The wildly dancing thunder and lightning cast a deadly curtain on his retreat, completely cutting off the possibility of Ye Qing's pursuit.

And Ye Qing took another step forward in this situation.

"Boom!"

Pulling out the platinum sword and the brave man's wrist together, Ye Qing casually threw it on the ground with a calm expression.

The flames hit the surface of the body, continuously burning the flesh.

The fragments of the magic weapon and the flying thunder and fire are enough to destroy the harsh environment of any life.

And Ye Qing just moved forward, overcame all these, and at a certain moment, saw a pair of bright eyes.

That was the King of the End, with a solemn expression, but also a hint of confusion.

"Do you want to beat me that much?"

He murmured, "Why?"

Combat should be more rational, or more result-oriented.

Ye Qing already has the advantage, even if he doesn't continue to pursue, he can definitely defeat the last king who lost his magic sword in the next round.

But he didn't do that, but chose to step forward, biting his prey tightly.

"call......"

Ye Qing didn't speak, but took a deep breath, the wound that had begun to heal opened again as his chest rose and fell, blood continued to flow out, half of his body was stained red.

The left shoulder has temporarily lost its combat power, and even if it is used forcibly, it will only create a flaw.

So Ye Qing let go of the pitch-black stone sword, allowing her to climb onto her body like a chain.

Like a little snake given life, the chain nimbly swam on Ye Qing's body, and in an instant it came to his right arm, tightly entwining it.

"Don't fight back?"

The indifferent voice reached Rama's ears.

"If you don't want to fight back, then obediently let me kill you."

Pure and clean, like the blade of Lingdong Snow held high.

Originally, all the water was scorched by the scorching air waves, and there should be no trace of water in the dry atmosphere and land, but now, a white elf was born out of thin air.

The hexagonal snowflakes are flying in the air, fragile, powerless, hard to catch but they do exist.

The snowflakes born in the flames, or the elves that swallowed the flames and heat, some kind of tiny miracles are slowly staged here.

"—"

A cold steel light flashed in the field of vision, and the gray-haired brave man suddenly woke up.

[Just be obediently killed by. 】

It sounds good too, since I hate waking up and yearn for a peaceful sleep, then getting killed here is also a good choice.

If it is the person in front of him, maybe he can really find out a way to seal himself forever, then he can also end this tired life and get rid of the shackles of fate.

To him, it was a really attractive proposition.

——But is this really good?

Stand still like this, waiting to be attacked?

Although he couldn't say why, Rama rejected such a future in his heart.

"Om-!"

A disc composed of steel and gold emerged from the void, emitting a soft light that enveloped the brave man.

This is the sacred tool [Disc of Cluster], which was originally in the hands of Guinevere, but after she transformed herself into a divine knife for nourishing energy, this divine tool also returned to Rama, because it was originally his s things.

[Cluster of Discs] means a container for collecting steel arrows, which is also the place where heroes gather.

A prince born with the hope of the gods, Rama was the leader of the heroes from the beginning.

He is the steel of steel, leading brave warriors to defeat the king of the Raksha clan.

It's not just a godsend, it's a testament to him as a hero.

The pale golden brilliance and the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes are equal to each other, and the sound of the wind howls in the wilderness.

Gathering the magic power in the body, continuously instilling it into the magic sword in his right hand, Ye Qing did not use it as a large-scale destruction light, but condensed it on the narrow blade, only used it as a simple slash.

Then, when Ye Qing was about to drop the blade, the gray-haired brave man closed his eyes.

When it opened again, a ball of flame burned in the eyes.

"My name—"

The cluster discs melted in the raging fire, and the molten steel that turned into liquid dripped on the brave man, casting a ring of light like a star ring on his back.

"—Rama."

I don't know how long my own journey has been going on.

From the original Rakshasa King to the current God Slayer, how many demon kings have been wiped out?

This is something that has long been lost in the distant memory. In his boring and sad long life, he has lost many things, including the memories of the past.

The present self is definitely different from the previous self.

Like flames and ashes, he is just a puppet manipulated by the thread of fate, a machine that is forced to wake up time and time again to annihilate the Demon King.

At first there was enthusiasm, but now it is a meaningless life.