The Endless Shuttle

No, it shouldn't be "Rope's feet". People throughout Chiba County felt the strong earthquake.

Like a major earthquake of magnitude 6 or 7, it lasted for a long time, as if the earth was accumulating its strength, preparing for a greater catastrophe.

Lopez sensed that something was wrong, quickly left Azazel's side, jumped back onto a big tree behind him, and looked at the Hell Lord who was getting more and more black, almost covering his figure.

"Is it another scorched-earth tactic?"

Like the Marquis of Vauban's power "Condemnor of Karma", Azazel intends to divide his power equally and completely shatter this land.

‘You’d better not let him use this trick. If the power to tear apart the mainland is shared equally with this city, then Chiba County and your girls will be gone. ’ Azalea said.

"It's really troublesome, "Rain of Death" can't be used here..."

Luo Pei took a deep breath, held the golden sword upside down, and tapped it lightly in the void.

Like a small pebble thrown into a calm lake, golden ripples spread out in the void.

The scenes included by Ripple are changing, becoming a dazzling, golden world, and there are countless branches of the sword of the word spirit all over the land.

In this world, even if it is destroyed, it can be rebuilt, and there is no need to worry about Azazel's excessive power.

'Pull into the world of the golden sword and what are you going to do? ’ Azalea asked. ‘You don’t understand either Egyptian mythology or Mongolian mythology, do you? Two-fifths of Azazel's essence hadn't been forged yet, and the Sword of Words and Spirits could only weaken him, but not completely destroy his power. '

"It doesn't have to rely on the power of speech, I'm not Kusanagi Godou who can't live without the golden sword."

Looking at Azazel, who was still focusing on power sharing, Luo Pei felt ruthless, and raised the sword of words in his hand, which contained the essence of three-fifths of "plate drift".

Then cut his own wrist.

Blood spurted out.

"—O Mystra, the Lord of the Glorious Sun, O Blessed One! In order to conquer all enemies, please give the strongest me a thousand lights and a thousand swords! Then smear that sword with blood! That brings death blood! So far, my blade will surely pierce the enemy! Give him eternal death!"

Chapter 110: The Final Blow of the Angel of Despair, the Collapsed Sword Domain

This is a technique that can only be used by combining the two incarnations of "White Horse" and "Warrior". It allows the sword of the word spirit to be launched at the speed of light, and penetrates the enemy before they react.

But Luo Pei was not satisfied with this, and added new words to the two chanted words.

— blood of death.

He injected Basatan's water of death into his body and mixed it with the blood, so that the "death" contained in the body could be guided out, and he used the blood as a carrier to apply it on the blade.

As long as he was hit by this attack, Luo Pei believed that even if Azazel had a defense force as hard and thick as the earth, he would surely suffer hatred.

'Are you crazy? '

Azalea asked in surprise. 'You are now a "living person". Being able to manipulate the water of death and directly containing it are completely different things! '

"I know."

Luo Pei bent down in pain, biting his lips bloodshot.

"Sooner or later, there will be such a day. It is not my style to rely on the original effect of power to stand still. If I can survive this time, my body will develop resistance to "death", which will improve my survivability and overall strength. of. "

‘What if it doesn’t last? '

"Then die. The power will give me a leap forward, but it will be difficult to go to the next level. Killing one more god or two gods is just an increase in the way of supernatural powers, and has nothing to do with the essence. This If you can't make it through this time, let's stop here, why let you worry about a worthless waste."

'But, but. '

Azalia's voice became anxious when she heard that Luo Pei belittled herself so much.

'Don't be in a hurry, you have a substitute, and the White Gospel should be able to solve Azazel...Let's finish the task slowly, and I will strengthen it for you. There is also a more advanced Cthulhu secret technique, you can also ask those evil gods for it, if you can't do it, I...'

Azalea lost her voice.

It wasn't that she didn't want to speak out, but that the restrictions of the rules forcibly eliminated her voice in Luo Pei's mind, prohibiting her from telling the host.

If possible, Azalia really wanted to tear up the rules set by the ancient gods, which revealed hypocrisy and cunning everywhere.

—but she couldn't.

Azalea's life is incomplete, all her powers are stored in the "chaotic side", and now she is just a rational soul, and she must rely on the power of the system just to talk, let alone do something. Other little tricks too.

Therefore, she could only watch Luo Pei's willful actions, but was helpless.

Feeling the concern in Azalia's words, Luo Pei's face eased a little, and he comforted with a calm smile.

"Don't worry, I don't have a suicidal habit yet, I will control the amount of injection... eh!"

After he finished speaking, another mouthful of blood came out.

‘I hope your sanity can guarantee your life. ’ Azalea said sadly.

No matter how strong the Nephilim's physical fitness is, the direct injection of death still caused irreversible damage to Luo Pei's body. Before these toxins were removed, his body would remain weak.

But at the same time, in the blood, just as Luo Pei said, there are traces of thin black threads circulating along the blood vessels of the whole body.

Life and death, stillness and vitality.

Two absolutely incompatible things have reached a new cycle in Luo Pei's body. Although it is very weak to represent extinction, it is enough to prove that Luo Pei has opened a new door for himself with his own strength.

Of course, Rope, who was focusing on making swords, didn't know these things.

He used magic to cut off his sense of pain, held upside down the blood-smeared sword that turned from gold into a blood blade, threw it into the sky, and then issued an attack command.

"—Through him, there are blades of light and blood, one hundred, one hundred thousand, this is a thousand blood blades, run through my strong enemy Azazel! Send him back to the coldest depths of hell place!"

The bloody Sword of Word Spirit began to split in the sky, just like what it did to the Marquis of Vauban at that time, and became a branch of the Spirit Word Sword that was dissatisfied with the sky and looked like stars.

Red stars.

You can tell how dangerous those blades are just by looking at them. The air of death entangled above was so cold that the air began to freeze, and white snowflakes drifted down.

Luo Pei's fingers moved slightly, and the blood-colored Sword of Word Spirit turned into a scarlet brilliance when he plucked the string of a bow, and stabbed Azazel in the black mist.

boom!

At the same time the blade touched the black mist, an explosion occurred.

Azazel's spell power was annihilated by the death attached to the Sword of Words, one after another, the huge number overwhelmed his defense, gradually revealing his demonic figure.

Then tear off the scales and let the blood of death seep in.

"Roar!"

Azazel, whose vitality had been eroded, let out a painful roar, and his hands that had been raised up slowly weakened as if they were unable to support them.