The Endless Shuttle

After a flash of light, Nero's treasure was liberated precisely through the wings of the light-phobic snake.

Losing the ability to stay in the air, the terrifying hunter fell towards the ground under the pull of gravity.

The snake wanted to use the secret technique of flying so that it would not fall to the ground. From birth to death, the terrorist hunter who acts on the basis of flight instinct, on the ground is not as dexterous as ordinary snakes, it has to avoid this situation.

But the dark green circle just lit up, and Joan, who was already ready, arrived.

Leaping up, without forming a secret magic circle, it was violently shattered by the holy spear.

puff!

"——!"

With an indescribable cry, from bottom to top, the upper jaw of the light-phobic snake without scale protection was pierced by the holy spear.

Enduring the poisonous smell, Joan burst out with all her strength and turned the spear desperately, trying to shatter the brains of the terrorist hunter and ensure that the battle ended quickly and the opponent could not restart.

However, even if he was injured, the great strength of the Terror Hunter itself would not diminish.

The snake's body twisted and threw her out, who had nowhere to take advantage of it in mid-air. After a few tumblings on the gorgeous red carpet, the saint stopped her momentum with the spear in her hand, so as not to hit the Nero treasure. On the theater wall.

The secret technique is still complete.

The horror hunter regained the ability to fly, and ascended to the top of the theater, as if to vent his anger, he swept off Nero's decorative chandelier.

——Wow.

The noise of the falling metal chandelier was mixed with the vague sound of anger because of the mouth injury of the terrorist hunter.

"Irrespect... despicable thing!"

The corners of its split mouth were filled with black and filthy blood. Although Joan's blow touched the brain of the light-phobic snake, it was different from the vitality of human beings, and this damage could not kill the upper servant race.

"When I worshipped the great god, you unexpectedly made me gaffe. Prey! This remorse will be paid for by the life of you soon...Uh!!!"

The words were not finished yet, another pain interrupted the horror hunter's announcement.

Strange, like a space jump, Nero, who was originally on the ground, came to the head of the light-phobic snake.

The emperor's figure is still elegant, beautiful like a red rose. In her hand, the twisted giant sword pierced straight into the wound caused by Joan.

Blood dripping.

"Although Yu is a hero and Qing is a monster, he should have been born against each other. However, Yu has to apologize for this behavior for Qing standing on the position of Yu Zhi's master-I'm sorry."

Nero said dullly.

Unlike just now, at this critical moment of separating the victory and defeat, the spell of "assistance" will not allow the tyrant to paddle.

Afterwards, starting from the hilt of the original fire, the "magic power released" obtained by the emperor's privilege broke out in an instant, and the orange-red hot flame poured into the body of the horror hunter.

The light snake appeared.

The body of the snake swelled, and every gap in the scales revealed fire.

In pain, the light-phobic snake even lost the ability to roar in pain.

As a race living in the dark, the scary hunters are most afraid of not mimicking light, but everything related to "heat" and "flame." "Fire", which symbolizes one of the four elements, was the former ruler "Burner" Ketugya. Its subordinate servants, the essence of fire, are the natural enemies of this group of Nyarathotepu divine envoys. Among the contradictions, I don’t know how many light-phobic snakes died under the burning of the essence of fire.

——The resistance to "fire", the horror hunter is extremely bad.

The flame continued to output until the terrorist hunter changed towards the dust from beginning to end, and then Nero drew out the original fire.

Chapter 94: The Red Lotus of Relief, the Emperor of Heaven is long overdue

Nero's Golden Theater dissipated like an ink painting. As a result of the death of the horror hunter, its "wall of the lamentor" composed of secret techniques vanished in a flash, and the evil **** sitting on the stone seat behind the wall reappeared.

Compared to the Naako that Joan saw just now, she is a little different now.

She still looked like that petite human girl with silver hair, but her clothes had changed from modern skirts to more tattered, ancient black robes. On the robe, countless incarnations of hatred emerge one after another, just like the blurry screen movies of the last century.

The "god-making ceremony" seems to have entered the final chapter.

"That stupid guy, dare to show off his strength in this sacred soil, but the death you gave it is the best end."

The death of the light-phobic snake didn't make Naiyako panic. Instead, she said words of gratitude with contempt.

Compared with the accomplishment of the trials of those favored by the gods, the life of a family member is really irrelevant. If it wasn't for Nayako to be bound by the stone seat and unable to make any movements, then she wouldn't need Nero and Joan to take action, she would swallow the horror hunter herself with a frenzied incarnation.

The blonde saint turned a deaf ear to the words of the evil god, and walked forward with clear eyes.

She drew out the sword that had never been sheathed around her waist.

The blade is white as snow, and the hilt is in the shape of a conventional cross, wrapped around an iron rope that symbolizes the binding of Jesus.

During his lifetime, this was an ordinary silver sword awarded to Joan of Arc by the Church of St. Catalina. After her death, the tragedy of the saint's life turned into a conceptual crystallization, a more dazzling treasure than the holy spear in her hand.

When stored in a sheath, it only has a level of "C", but after pulling out this sword, it will become the same as Gilgamesh's "Enuma Elish" and Garna's "Sun Wheel". , Obedience to death (VasaviShakti is the same as the "EX" level that cannot be calculated.

"LaPucelle of the Red Lotus"-Joan gleams at the moment of death on the torture frame.

Holding a silver sword, Joan walked towards the Cthulhu Girl step by step, narrowing the capture range that the treasure needs to exert its maximum power.

"Evil demon, your companion, the reincarnated Indraten once said that seeing is not necessarily true, and revelation is not necessarily absolutely correct. The bad result and the appearance of you have created my misunderstanding, your true purpose and I have no conflict. If I can, I would like to know the truth of this sentence."

At the beginning, in the basement, Rope thought that Joan of Arc's refusal to speak was an attitude of refusing to listen and refuse to communicate.

But the saint was not like that, she heard the description of the black-haired youth completely.

"The truth? In this case, will you stop when you hear the truth?"

Hearing this, Naiyazi covered the corners of her mouth with her sleeves and smiled gracefully.

"Don't laugh so hard, saint. Even if I say little Rope and my real plan, you will find other excuses to appease your own "correctness." Instead of wasting time like this, it is better to aim your conceptual sword at me and let us end the farce before Little Rope arrives. "

"Hundreds of thousands of years away, I really look forward to your "flame" whether there is a big fireball capable of dissolving the incarnation of a god-or can it only be used as a bonfire for me? "

Based on personality alone, Nyarlatotepu is superior to Katugya.

However, unlike Nyogda, the simple upper ruler "Dweller of Darkness", Ketuguya is one of the symbols of the "Four Elements" and is the cornerstone of the **** system. The violent flames of the **** of evil sun and drought burned to ashes an incarnation of Nyaratotip’s heyday in the N’Gay Forest.

Joan, a short-lived end of life of a human being, is what counts.

"I understand."

Didn't get the answer she wanted, and Joan didn't care too much.

This does not conflict with her mission.