24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

The Holy Grail was still in the hand of the goddess Lungominiad, and it was impossible for her not to try it when it was so close.

His fingers quickly drew purple trails in the air, and the magic array was completed almost instantly.

send!

Medea appeared out of thin air in front of the goddess Lungominiad, reaching out to grab the golden cup floating in her palm.

"Do you really want the Holy Grail? Witch."

Just before Medea's hand was about to touch the Holy Grail, the eyes of the goddess Lungominiad, who was looking up to the sky, moved.

Golden tentacles spread out from the space, wrapping around and binding the entire body of the Goddess Witch at an irresistible speed.

"Ugh...!"

Being attacked all over her body, Medea screamed in agony. She could only try her best to close her legs together to avoid being pulled into an unseemly shape by the golden tentacles.

But even so, a picture of a witch captured was still displayed on the battlefield.

His hands were tied together and his hips were raised high.

In the BB live broadcast room, the audience who saw this scene made a sound like Ness.

Although what Medea did was very despicable, the witch's figure and appearance were top-notch.

Being hung up like this and displayed in front of the world is really a scene that is loved to see.

"hateful……"

He tried to struggle, but the golden tentacles were completely unmoved.

These things are the proliferating power of the Holy Spear, like the roots spreading out of a plant. They are not existences that Caster can shake.

"I want it! To get revenge on that man!"

"Without the forced summons from the Holy Grail, Jason would not have responded to my summons at all."

"Only the Holy Grail can fulfill my wish, locate the specific heroic spirit and pull it down from the heroic seat..."

Before Medea could finish speaking, the Holy Grail was thrown in front of her.

"The Holy Grail is of no use to me, take it if you want."

In the confused gaze of the Goddess, Goddess Lungominiad spoke softly.

"But... everything in this world has its reward. The price for you to obtain the Holy Grail is to receive a blow from the Holy Spear."

"Okay, you can leave now, witch."

The golden tentacles received the master's order and reluctantly let go of Medea's body.

After it fell to the ground, the Goddess Witch didn't hesitate at all, grabbed the Holy Grail, rolled up her cloak and disappeared.

Just kidding, now that she has the Holy Grail, she doesn't care about other things anymore, and Karun is done.

The lessons learned from Jack the Ripper are right in front of her, and Medea doesn't want to be crushed to death like a ant.

A few kilometers away, Medea launched a fast flying technique, and the cloak behind her turned into bat wings and tore the air.

It only takes half an hour for her to leave the battlefield in the Middle East.

But at this time, black tornadoes were coming down one after another in the sky.

The Holy Spear reveals its true form in the hands of the King of the Wild Hunt. Its attack method is like a tentacle piercing the earth from outer space.

Undead, monsters, warcraft.

They ran away in panic, hiding among the sand and rocks.

But these actions are meaningless under the Holy Spear, and the Tower of the End will give them death fairly.

All the beings who stood on the opposite side of humanity in this Holy Grail War were torn apart crazily by the black storm. Sharp fangs sprouted from the sky and the earth and chewed to pieces these inhuman things that had invaded the human world.

"Holy Judgment..."

Soaring at full speed, Medea took in all this.

This is the authority of the gods to prune the world.

And anything that is rejected by the gods will be cut off.

Including...Medea.

A black storm column descended from the top of the head as fast as thunder, and Medea let out a scream full of fear and anger.

She was smashed into the ground, pressed deep into the earth's crust.

Countless purple magic circles rippled in the air, and the Goddess Witch attacked the tentacles of the holy spear with all her strength.

The magic array diagram was all the inventory Medea carried with her, but no matter how huge the magic barrage bombarded the black storm, it only slightly shattered its outer shell.

What emerged from the black storm was a spiral light column emitting golden opalescence.

"No!"

The tentacles of the holy spear penetrated the witch's body, burying this sinful woman into the dust.

Medea's unwilling voice echoed throughout the live broadcast room. This was also the last scene she left in BB's live broadcast room.

The betrayal witch.

Medea, exit!

179.The Lion King

Lungominiad's holy judgment continued, and black storms descended from the sky one after another to strangle the monsters.

In the two river basins, thousands of square kilometers, countless undead, magical beasts, and monsters were swept away by the divine punishment of the King of the Wild Hunt.

After Mordred's death, King Arthur's contract became the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail is the wedge placed by the Alaya Consciousness in the earth's veins. Now, under the guise of this bridge, Hei Gundai is given the order to clear out all the undead souls awakened by Darius III.

If there are no heroic spirits to deal with this huge army of undead and these extraordinary creatures are allowed to roam around, the billions of humans raised by the Tigris and Euphrates rivers will face annihilation.

"Oh my god, is this the power of the gods... Each black storm bombardment has the power of a nuclear bomb explosion, and it can freely control the precise killing range..."

"If the legions of Darius III and Alexander the Great are the limit of human power, King Arthur's holy spear is the one that wantonly destroys the majesty of the gods on the surface. I don't know if she can beat Atilla the Hun."

"King Arthur has become a god! We should revise the new doctrine and make Pendragon the new saint!"

"Ghost, Christians are here to take advantage of the heat again."

"Is this God... Can humans really be enemies with this kind of existence? If she wants to exterminate humans, she can just walk around the earth with this black storm disaster."

In the BB live broadcast room, the audience watching the goddess Lungominiad strangling the monster made a sound of astonishment.

They have seen the Star Destroyer Cannon of the Elf Knight Lancelot, the Rainbow Tear Star of Attila the Hun, and the Sword of Salvation slashed by Mordred.

The closest one is the meteor shot by Arash. These are powerful Noble Phantasms that can instantly change the terrain.

Since the arrival of the new era, the power held by the heroic spirits has given people some resistance to big scenes.

But King Arthur's Holy Spear is different from the above mentioned Noble Phantasms. It does not require transformation, charging, or self-destruction.

Just by gently raising the holy spear, the scenery between heaven and earth is reshaped.

This kind of understatement in every gesture feels as if those black storms are ordinary attacks, which makes people wonder whether this kind of power is the limit of the holy spear.

After all - King Arthur did not recite the long words of liberation of the Noble Phantasm.

She just said, [Holy Spear, pull out the anchor].

Putting aside the discussion among the audience, the focus returned to the initiator of all this.

A white-haired horse as strong as an ox stood on the battlefield, its scarlet eyes filled with bloodthirsty and violent light.

And the black King Arthur was sitting on the murderer's head, watching all this happen indifferently with his golden vertical pupils full of divinity.

For a long time, I don’t know whether it was half an hour or an hour later.

Most of the monsters roaming on the surface have been wiped out, and only a few monsters with unlucky luck or powerful strength are hiding under the tentacles of the holy spear.

It took Darius III a whole month, and with the help of Goyanskaya, the undead craze set off by the characteristics of the Noble Phantasm was easily eliminated.

The mighty undead army on the battlefield in the Middle East disappeared, leaving only the pitted land ravaged by the black storm.

But this may also be a good thing. Now that Alash has opened a new channel in the two river basins, the soil deep underground has been turned up again. It is certain that the land in this region of the Middle East will become very fertile in the future.

As for whether the people living here will seize the opportunity to cultivate food and get rid of the control of external forces, or will they be driven to continue the previous hatred and beat their own dogs' brains out?

These are beyond Xia Xun's control.

He gave many opportunities to the humans on this planet, but humans never seemed to appreciate these hard-won gifts.

So far, the only thing that makes Xia Xun slightly satisfied is that he has been able to decipher the Great Flame that is the basis of the magic of the Age of Gods from the automaton left behind by Medea.

As for the method of making the magic ceremonials left by Merlin in Dayang... After Mordred's death, the old queen would probably hide those things in a place where no one can find them, as the biggest political bargaining chip held by the royal family. .

There’s nothing to say, maybe that’s just human nature.

"mission completed."

Putting down the holy spear that seemed to be formed by pure light intertwining, King Arthur couldn't hear any emotion in his faint tone.

"Mordred...one of the Knights of the Round Table."

After completing the task assigned by the Holy Grail, her golden pupils dimmed slightly, and her human side quietly gained the upper hand.

Only now did King Arthur have time to look at the ground.

There, there was the body of a girl.

Because Mordred was possessed and summoned by native humans, he will leave a physical body after death, unlike other heroic spirits that turn into points of light and disappear between heaven and earth.

"Everything you have done so far, the Holy Grail has informed me."

"...Mordred, the hero of salvation."

"Please hold your head high, you are an excellent knight."

King Arthur turned over and dismounted, half-knelt in front of the girl named Alyssa, grabbed the palm that had lost its temperature and said softly.

Her eyelids were drooped, and the gentle look she occasionally showed was touching.

"King Arthur...she recognized Mordred..."