A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Dozens of swords flew out in an instant following his calm and murderous words.

The sound of cracking echoed in the wide hall.

Hercules still did not dodge.

Behind him is Illya with wide-eyed fear.

The pale golden light appeared suddenly without any warning, but it seemed to have been planned for a long time. In a very short time, it smashed away the strong magic power, tore apart the sword rain, and the same number of golden spears collided with it vaguely .

Dangdang endlessly.

Although the sword as a prototype treasure is almost indestructible, facing the golden gun blessed by huge magic power, it also has amazing hardness. When the two collide, the sword bounces one after another, piercing through the obstacles along the way, and finally Trapped deep within the city walls.

The King's Treasure has an automatic recovery function, so Gilgamesh naturally would not pay attention to these scattered swords.

He cared more about this strange yet familiar magic power.

No need to guess, you can know that it is Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld.

At the moment when Gilgamesh was slightly stunned, to be precise, at the same time as the pale golden light appeared, a cyan sword light fell silently and at an unimaginable speed, like a dragon sailing out to sea, quickly and violently, falling from the sky.

"Hey, Saber, it's been a long time. Why, judging by your appearance, ten years have passed, and you still haven't submitted to the king?"

Gilgamesh didn't care about the holy sword on his body at all, he took out a red and black long sword at random.

"A follower like you should have known long ago that it is your honor to be chosen by this king."

The seemingly ordinary long sword was handed out lightly by him, and before the words fell, it suddenly slapped on the invisible holy sword.

There was a dull loud noise.

Gilgamesh leaned forward, watching Arturia's perfect face up close.

"Why struggle, becoming this king's thing will naturally give you everything in this world. Be proud of it, this king recognizes your value."

"I refuse, even if I am insane, I will never live with you."

Artoria didn't hesitate at all, the blue wind and waves surrounded the holy sword.

Because he had confronted him before, he naturally understood his strength.

He retreated with his right foot, held the sword in both hands, and stabbed straight out.

The cyan armor floated outwards, and the wide knight sword hummed like a storm, in an extremely raging and wild state, and the whistling and gushing magic power wrapped around the sword like a hammer.

Gilgamesh held back what he wanted to say.

If it was just the Wind King's hammer in front of him, it would be fine. During the few seconds of fighting, Hercules took advantage of the gap between Ailei's blocking of the King's Treasure, and stepped forward again, shortening the distance of the previous battle by three times.

The invisible door opened again.

The slender chain, wrapped in invisible air, captured the galloping black bull.

The red and black long sword was replaced by an invisible long sword, and the rolled wind blade brought ice and snow.

Under Saber's astonished gaze, the transparent crystal sword vibrated at high speed, turned into an invisible wind, and blew towards the hammer.

Above the head, all kinds of strangely shaped weapons also appeared at the same time.

Alley appeared above Hercules.

At the bottom, Li Xiang picked up Yi Liya who was in a daze, and stepped back.

"No, let me go!"

Ilya broke away from Li Xiang and raised her right arm, "I order you, come back, Berserker!"

But to no avail.

In the hall, Hercules seemed to be bound by endless chains. The powerful force like a python made the chains deeply embedded in his body, as if trying to wring his hands, neck, and anywhere else.

"why?!"

Illya saw that a Command Seal was missing from her hand, and shouted again, "Come back! I told you to come back! Berserker!"

Hercules was still restrained, unable to move half a step.

"useless."

Li Xiang shook his head, "This is a heavenly lock made to regulate the gods. The space transfer of the command spell will not have any effect. The higher the divinity of the bound person, the more he will be swallowed."

"Heh, your master is not a waste, but if you recognize the lock of the sky, you should know that this king is the strongest follower that you can't match."

Even at this time, Gilgamesh still has time to comment on Li Xiang.

But in the next moment, a pale golden light filled the entire space.

The spear is suspended.

It is covered with black lines, and the cold breath is repelling the hot magic power around it. When galloping, the lines on the surface crack, and suddenly burst into circles of air waves.

Like the black ink sprayed by a squid when it is in danger, it instantly turned into a ball.

The sound of sizzle.

More or less melting appeared on the surface of the weapon in the black mist.

"Tsk, plague divine right."