The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

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The exhaustion of magic power means the collapse of 'existence', which is Artoria's previous cognition, but in this world, there are different rules.

The magic power and vitality are separated, even if the magic power is exhausted, as long as the life value does not return to zero, she will not die. This is what she discovered after coming here.

There was no need for any tests or experiments. After coming here, these rules naturally appeared in her cognition, as if they were knowledge she already knew and took for granted.

It was for this reason that she bet all her magic power on it.

The depletion of magic power brought a strong sense of weakness and exhaustion, but she didn't dissipate because of it.

It fell directly from the sky and fell to the ground, leaving a deep pit.

All the surrounding lands can no longer see their original appearance, nor can they see the traces of battles. They have been turned into a large desert by the scorching light of destruction.

A scene like hell.

All life has disappeared, and there are only two people who can stay here alive.

Arturia stood up.

If she didn't disappear because her magic power was exhausted, it meant her mission wasn't over yet.

On the other side of the battlefield, Aya lowered her head, panting lightly.

Up to now, her magic power has been completely exhausted, and the [Gravity Pull] applied to Artoria is her last magic.

The effect of that blow was also remarkable, because Artoria's left shoulder blade was twisted and broken because of trying to forcefully maintain her balance, and now her left arm can only hang down feebly.

"Finally, have you exhausted your magic power?"

Artoria whispered.

The magic power of both of them is close to empty, and both of them are wounded.

Artoria is the damage that has accumulated gradually from the beginning to the end, from broken bones to internal ruptures, as well as flesh injuries caused by monster attacks.

Aya used healing magic to recover all the wounds she had suffered before, and now her life loss was mainly caused by Artoria's last blow from the Holy Lance.

She didn't have time to escape, but used her body to bear the attack, but because she was carrying world-class props, she was only hurt by normal attacks, and she didn't suffer the conceptual blow from the Holy Lance.

Artoria was injured more seriously than Aya, and if compared in terms of HP, she was about [-]% less than Aya.

But now, if she had to fight, she didn't feel like she was at a disadvantage.

The reason is very simple, she is a knight, and Aya on the opposite side is a summoner - Artoria doesn't know Aya's occupation yet, but she has already roughly sensed that the opponent is not someone who is good at melee combat.

In other words, Aya's dependence on magic power is far heavier than herself.

Therefore, the next thing Artoria has to do is to stimulate the last strength of this body and kill Aya.

Without the slightest hesitation, she held the Holy Spear tightly with her blood-stained right arm and walked towards the opponent.

"You said, finally used up my magic power?" Aya raised her head, but there was no trace of fear in those eyes.

"No, you said the opposite."

The coolness began to rise from the bottom of Artoria's heart, like a snake crawling up the spine.

"It's me, I've finally exhausted your health." Aya said, her star-like eyes were stained with a different color, her lips parted slightly:

"I am going to kill you."

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Artoria wanted to raise her hand, but found that she couldn't do it at all, she could no longer control her body.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, only a large amount of blood sprayed out from it, staining the armor on his chest red.

Unexpectedly, there was no pain, but a strange sense of relaxation.

As a life that should have passed away long ago, she was not afraid of death, but she didn't want to die meaninglessly.

But this time, she tried her best, but still failed.

Slowly falling towards the ground, the body of the female knight has been torn from the middle, torn into two halves.

"Aaaaa!" The one who tore her apart was a huge monster that could not be described in words, and it was facing the sky and let out a mournful roar.

With a body as huge as a giant dragon, with unimaginable power, without any magic and magical power at all, the strength of the flesh alone is enough to shatter the earth.

Even in her prime, she couldn't directly counteract it. Arturia, who was seriously injured, had absolutely no ability to resist this extreme pure violence.

I originally thought that my advantage was close combat, so I tried my best to shorten the distance with the opponent, but it was too close.

As a result, in the end, even though he was reminded by the 'intuition', his body was still a beat slower, and he did not escape the first attack at all.

At that moment, the monster that suddenly appeared, with sharp claws that suddenly stretched out, pierced Artoria directly.

The ultimate violence is accompanied by the ultimate beauty. The figure of that huge monster is obviously so terrifying, but it is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Staring at Artoria at her feet, the 'monster' could only make such a roar.

"Aaaaa!"

Whether it was an angry condemnation, a contemptuous ridicule, or a sigh of pity, Arturia didn't know what kind of emotion was in its voice.

Now, she has no way to know.