The Endless Shuttle

After a flash of light, Nero's Noble Phantasm was released and precisely pierced through a pair of wings of the photophobic snake.

Losing the ability to stay in the air, the horror 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. The terrifying hunter, who acts on the instinct of flying from birth to death, is less dexterous than ordinary snakes on the ground, so it must avoid this situation.

But as soon as the dark green magic circle was lit up, Joan of Arc, who had already been prepared, arrived.

Jumping up, the unformed magic circle was violently shattered by the Holy Lance.

puff!

"——!"

With an indescribable scream, from bottom to top, the upper jaw of the photophobic snake without scale armor was pierced by the holy spear.

Enduring the poisonous smell, Joan burst out with all her strength and turned the spear desperately, trying to smash the horror hunter's brain, so as to ensure that the battle would end quickly and the opponent's resurgence would be impossible.

But even if injured, the huge strength of the horror hunter itself will not be diminished.

The snake's body twisted and threw her out in mid-air with nowhere to draw her strength. After several rolls on the gorgeous red carpet, the saint stopped the momentum with the spear in her hand so as not to hit the hole formed by Nero's treasure. on the theater walls.

The secret technique is still complete.

The horror hunter regained the ability to fly, ascended to the top of the theater, and seemed to vent his anger by sweeping off Nero's decorative chandelier.

- Wow.

The noise of the falling metal chandelier was mixed with the muffled sound of anger because the horror hunter's mouth was injured.

"Godless... vile thing!"

Black and filthy blood flowed from the corner of its split mouth. Although Joan's blow touched the brain of the photophobic snake, it was different from the human's vitals, and the damage could not kill the upper servant race.

"When I worshiped the great god, you let me lose my composure. Prey! This remorse will soon be repaid with your life... oh!!"

Before he could finish speaking, another sharp pain interrupted the horror hunter's announcement.

Strangely, like a space jump, Nero, who was originally above the ground, came to the head of the photophobic snake.

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

Blood dripping.

"Although Yu is a hero and Qing is a monster, they should be in conflict with each other by nature. But for Qing's position as Yu's master, Yu wants to apologize for this behavior—I'm sorry."

Nero said with a dull expression.

Different from just now, at this critical moment to decide the outcome, the Command Spell of "Assist" will not allow the tyrant to paddle.

Then, starting from the hilt of the Primordial Fire, the "magic release" obtained by the emperor's privilege erupted instantly, and orange-red hot flames poured into the body of the horror hunter.

The snake of light appeared.

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

In pain, the photophobic snake even lost the ability to roar in pain.

As a race that lives in the dark, the horror hunters are most afraid of not the mimic light, but everything related to "heat" and "flame". Symbolizes "fire" which is one of the four elements. The old ruler "Blaster" Cthugha, and its subordinate servant, the fire spirit is the natural enemy of this group of Nyarlathotep angels. In the conflicts, countless photophobic snakes died under the fire of the fire spirit.

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

The flame continued to output, and it was not until the horror hunter turned to the dust from the beginning to the end that Nero drew out the original fire.

Chapter 94 The Red Lotus of Relief, the Emperor of Heaven is Long in Coming

Nero's Golden Theater dissipated like an ink painting, the aftermath of the death of the Horror Hunter, its "Wall of Lamenters" composed of occult magic disappeared in an instant, and the evil god sitting on the stone seat behind the wall reappeared.

Compared with the Nayazi whom Joan of Arc saw just now, she is slightly different now.

It still looks like the petite human girl with silver hair, but her clothes have changed from a modern skirt to a more ragged and ancient black robe. On the robes, countless incarnations of hatred rise and fall one after another, like a blurred curtain movie in the last century.

The "God Creation Ceremony" seems to have entered the final chapter.

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

The death of the Photophobic Snake didn't make Naiyako flustered, instead she said words of thanks with contempt.

Compared with the completion of the trials of those favored by the gods, the life of a family member is really insignificant. If Naiyazi hadn't been restrained by the stone seat just now and couldn't take any action, then she would have swallowed the horror hunter in her frenzied incarnation without Nero and Joan's actions.

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

She drew the never-sheathed sword at her waist.

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

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

When stored in the sheath, there is only a grade of "C", but after pulling out this sword, it will become the same as Gilgamesh's "EnumaElish" and Karna's "Sun Wheel". , obedience to death (Vasavi Shakti)" same, incalculable "EX" rank.

"La Pucelle" - Joan of Arc flashes at the moment of death on the stake.

Holding the silver sword in her hand, Joan walked towards the evil girl step by step, narrowing the range of capture that the treasure needed to exert its maximum power.

"Evil demon, your companion, the reincarnated Indra once said that seeing is not necessarily true, and revelation is not necessarily absolutely correct. Bad results and you who appeared just at the right time caused my misunderstanding. Your real purpose and I have no conflict. If I could, I would like to know the truth of that statement."

In the basement back then, Luo Pei thought that Joan of Arc's refusal to speak was an attitude of refusing to listen and 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 listening to the truth?"

Hearing this, Naiyazi covered the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and smiled gracefully.

"Don't laugh so hard, Holy Maiden. Even if I tell Little Rope and my true intentions, you will find other excuses to appease your own "correctness". Instead of wasting time like this, you might as well point your concept-crystallized sword at me, and let's end the farce before Little Rope arrives. "

"It's been hundreds of thousands of years, and I'm really looking forward to whether your "flame" has the power of that big fireball and can dissolve the incarnation of a god—or can it only be used as a bonfire for me? "

In person alone, Nyarlathotep is superior to Cthugha.

However, unlike Nyogda, the simple high-ranking ruler "Inhabitant of Darkness", Cthugha is one of the symbols of the "Four Elements" and is at the cornerstone of the pantheon. The rage of flames, the god of evil sun and drought, burned an incarnation of Nyarlathotep's heyday "Dark Walker" to ashes in the Ngai Forest.

Joan of Arc, what is the finale of a human being's short-lived life.

"I see."

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

This does not conflict with her mission.