Infinite Throne

   Chapter 731 All Heroic Spirits, who doesn't have a Noble Phantasm? (4700 words)

   "Sword of Promise to Victory"

  「Grade」A++

   "Type" Noble Phantasm

  「Attack Distance」1~99

  「Maximum capture」1000 people

  …

   A dazzling golden sword light ripped through the darkness, with Milian as the center, firing straight ahead.

Yes.

   Shooting.

   Although this adjective is a bit outrageous at the moment, the truth is just so magical.

   At this moment, Milian didn't look like a swordsman at all, but rather like a heavy gunner who had mastered nuclear weapons, and blasted forward with one cannonball.

  The golden light, with the momentum of destroying the dead, rushed forward.

   In an instant, the golden light hurt everyone's eyes.

   The entire battlefield stopped for a moment due to Miriam's sudden explosion.

   After a few seconds,

   The golden light that brightened the blind eye finally dimmed, leaving only the afterimage in the retina.

   In front of Milian, a deep ravine stretched far away.

   The front of the gully was in a straight line. There were dozens of black giants of the 100-meter level and stopped moving. Their chests were penetrated by the golden light, leaving a dark void. Through this virtual hole, you can see the virtual hole in the chest of the next giant, and then steal the virtual hole in the next giant's chest, you can see the virtual hole in the chest of the next giant, and repeat the nesting of dolls.

   This sword widened his horizons.

   This sword pierced through the giants blocking the way layer by layer!

   "his-"

   The power of this sword is unscientific!

   Even Irin couldn't help taking a breath of magic power.

   At the beginning, he knew that Miriam's curry stick could pierce the warp with a single sword. But at this moment, the sword that Milian stabbed, whether it was momentum or special effects, how could it be compared to that sword?

   This is clearly an upgraded version of the curry stick... The ultimate curry stick!

The initiator of all this, the arrogant knight king, and Milian who inherited the king's name, after wielding this sword, the hair on her forehead stood straight, her expression was slightly startled, obviously even she herself Surprised by the terrifying power of this sword.

   Under the strengthening of the Holy Grail Ceremony and the Command Spell, each of them came to the Age of Gods as heroic spirits, possessing the special ability of heroic spirits - "Noble Phantasm", and possessing unpredictable powers!

"interesting."

  Irin saw that Milian's sword had stabbed a big hole, and after a moment of surprise, she was also itchy and interested.

  Except for Milian.

  The other three living heroic spirits who fought on the battlefield looked moved.

   But after a while, they simultaneously sacrificed their big killers and didn't keep their hands anymore.

   "Ouch~ Wang!"

   The long bark resounded through the sky, and a blood-red illusory big dog suddenly rushed out of the red-haired body. It first rushed into the sky, then swooped down, and the big dog nibbled on the red-haired dog's head. Ah no, it was the dog's head gnawing on the red-haired head.

  In an instant, the red-haired whole body, a trace of scarlet blood permeated from every pore, turning into a blood mist.

  The blood mist is getting thicker and thicker, wrapping around the red hair, forming a blood-colored armor.

   Behind the red hair, there are four conspicuous Chinese characters "Fu", "Jian", "Yi" and "Bo", with a drop of blood on it, dyeing the back of the red hair red.

  …

  「Taste the fragrance of the blood」

  「Rank」B

   "Type" Noble Phantasm for Human (Self)

  「Attack Distance」1

   "Maximum catch" 1 person

  …

   In the dark night.

   used the red hair of the Noble Phantasm, like a blood-soaked beast.

  The beast came out of the cage, and in an instant, he ejected from the army formation, jumped high, roared, and punched the giant's chest with a punch.

The red-haired body is also the strongest among humans, tall and mighty, but compared with a giant with a height of 100 meters, it is like a big dog with a small louse crawling on it. The kind that can be beaten to death.

   But red hair, still rushed up!

The    tall monster did not bring fear to the heroic spirits, but inspired the heroic spirits to fight.

  Million took the lead. She annihilated the giants in a straight line in one fell swoop, like the first victory horn sounded on the battlefield, and ignited the wolf smoke of counterattack for the human side!

kill!

kill!

kill!

   The red-haired eyes were red, and the blood mist flowed around him, gathering into an indestructible armor in front of his fists.

   "Red Fist · Diestrmung"!

   "chi—"

   At this moment, no one could see the speed of Hong's punches. When the red hair was just posing in mid-air, the black giant in front of him, mindlessly sprinting towards Uruk, had a momentary pause.

   Next second.

   "Boom!"

   A dull sound exploded inside the giant!

   "Buzz-"

The organs in the    giant's body emit a nauseating shudder. After the time flowed again, the stalwart chest of the 100-meter giant bent back sharply. Where the red-haired fist landed, there was only an insignificant pit, but behind the giant, it exploded for no reason, leaving a rotten pit with a diameter of about ten meters!

   In the piercing wailing,

   Giants,

collapsed!

   "Trash, it's just its appearance!"

   The corners of the red-haired mouth curled into a cruel smirk, he killed a black giant with one punch, castrated unabated, and went straight to the next giant.

  The national-level athlete from Germany, the red-haired D. Solomon, saw his strong latissimus dorsi arched like a spring in the air, his body was strong, and his body was like a male dog in heat.

   The red-haired expression became more and more ferocious, and he decisively turned on the killing mode, rushed into the depths, punched one by one, and was very happy.

   These black giants look awesome, but I didn't expect them to be embroidered pillows, so they're not very useful.

   "I'm too strong! Hahaha—"

  …

  “Alas~”

   Another place on the battlefield.

   Formed a phalanx, charging towards the giant.

   Uruk soldiers sang a loud battle song and challenged the black giant.

  The power of human beings is incomparably small in front of giants. Even if they are the children of God, they are superhumans with special powers in the Age of Gods. But as soon as the giant stepped down, the phalanx was instantly trampled to pieces by a terrifying force. Many soldiers were located in the center of the impact, their internal organs were smashed, and they vomited blood and died on the spot.

  The fallen giant's body rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into viscous black water. The pitch-black water and the blood of human beings mixed together to form a stream, which flowed silently along the ravines of the battlefield, and finally became a black stream.

  Gu Tianqing stood at the back of the phalanx, watching the soldiers die one after another, and finally he gradually brought up an unusual smile.

   "Ah~ the fragrance of death~"

  Gu Tianqing smiled, then he lowered his head and sighed again: "Even if the fragrance of death makes me intoxicated, but at this time, if I don't do anything, I'm afraid I will be beaten to death by that Gilgamesh king."

   Having said that, Gu Tianqing stepped on the skateboard, like an arrow from the string, and rushed towards one of the giants who was mercilessly killing soldiers.

   On the road, strong magic power gathered in the direction of Gu Tianqing from the surrounding air.

   Gu Tianqing kept smiling and pointed at the giant.

  A jet-black ray shot straight from Gu Tianqing's fingertips and landed on the giant.

   But where the ray fell, the giant's movements were not hindered in any way, and it was still like a puppet that faithfully executed the killing order, using its hands and feet to kill on the battlefield.

   But in the next second, the surging magic power condensed into reality, and a huge iron figurine appeared behind the giant out of thin air.

   It is said to be an iron figurine, but upon closer inspection, it looks like a finely crafted iron coffin.

   The shape of the coffin is an elegant and smiling iron lady. Two lines of blood and tears flowed from her eyes.

  The strong smell of blood rushed out from the open iron coffin and filled the audience. Everyone present couldn't help frowning. When the smell of blood poured out, they all had the illusion that something was covering their mouths and noses and couldn't breathe.

   "If my love can't convince you, I will give you the most painful hug."

   "Bloom, Freya!"

   "IronMaiden (Iron Maiden)!"

   "Execution!"

   Gu Tianqing smiled and snapped his fingers. Inside the iron coffin, countless huge spikes suddenly protruded. The iron coffin suddenly seemed to come alive, and the spikes inside were like the fangs of a fierce beast. The two sides of the open coffin were closed suddenly with the power of electric light and flint, and the twitching giant was locked in the coffin!

   "Smile execution, deadly embrace!"

  「Grade」A

  「Type」for single Noble Phantasm

  「Attack Distance」1~5

  「Maximum catch」1

  …

   "Kakaka-"

   "Chichichi—"

  In the 100-meter-high human-shaped coffin torture apparatus, the sound of gear transmission and the sound of countless spikes poking into the flesh made the scalp tingle. The 100-meter giant struggled desperately inside the torture tool. The huge torture tool vibrated continuously on the battlefield.

   Everyone couldn't help but follow the rhythm of the movement, and looked towards the direction of the battlefield where Gu Tianqing was. No matter who it was, when Gu Tianqing activated the Noble Phantasm, his eyes widened in shock at the cruel scene, and he was secretly glad that he was not locked in that cruel torture device.

  The 100-meter giant struggled to survive in the "Iron Maiden" for a while, and then couldn't move again. The viscous black water flowed out from the gap of the human-shaped coffin and merged into the stream on the ground.

  It's a pity that Gu Tianqing's "Smile Execution, Deadly Embrace!" This Noble Phantasm can only be aimed at a single target, no matter how powerful it is, in terms of battle results, it can't compare to Milian's one-shot curry stick. But in terms of visual effects, Gu Tianqing's Noble Phantasm can be called a Max level in terms of visual deterrent, and no one can compare it.

  Easy to get rid of a black giant, Gu Tianqing smiled and touched it in her arms, her white gloves quickly washed a stack of dark-covered tarot cards.

  I saw Gu Tianqing's wrist flickering, and the translucent phantom cards, like long chains strung together, swept towards the Uruk army formation. Among them, different card shadows sprinkled light rain of different colors in the army formation. In an instant, every soldier seemed to have eaten a small blue pill, and made a strange cry in his mouth. They were already strong, but their speed, strength, and reaction all rose to a level at the same time, and an army sang a loud battle song. , like a rotating meat grinder blade on the battlefield, cutting off the giant's feet abruptly.

The giant that collapsed could not stand the buffed Uruk soldiers. Countless spears, knives, and halberds stabbed the giant. A good giant fell into the Uruk army. , was scraped alive to death, extremely cruel.

   With the outbreak of several heroic spirits, the black giant's offensive was finally blocked.

   With the body of a human being to block the 100-meter giant, no matter who sees this scene, it has to be ignited and blood boiled.

   Gilgamesh stared straight at the battlefield under the night.

   A wave of magic gun salvos, under the command of the priest, concentrated on the giants in the back row.

   In long-range, melee combat, and under two breads with cheese, the number of black giants is steadily decreasing.

One hour.

  Two hours.

  Millien, who had regained her magic power, was covered in blood, and again, desperately, she released a curry stick.

  The golden light ripped apart the sky and emptied one of the battlefields.

Milian's Noble Phantasm "The Sword of Promise Victory", both in terms of attack power and capture range, can be called a superb Noble Phantasm, making Milian the MVP of the battlefield, no one can beat him - for the time being to say.

  "I want to know, where is the goddess you believe in..."Xi", where is she? "

  Irin looked away from the battlefield.

   He stood not far from Gilgamesh and asked after careful consideration of his words.

"Heh," Gilgamesh smiled contemptuously, without even looking at Irin, "Caster, before asking the merciful King Uruk, you must first show that you have the qualifications for this king to face up to. This king never answers boring questions from ants."

  Irin smiled slightly.

   He only returned the proud King Gilgamesh, one word.

"it is good."

  …

   "Gu Tianqing, is there a deck that can greatly reduce luck!"

  Irin stepped into the dark night and quickly came to the top of Gu Tianqing.

   "Yes, yes, but I don't dare to use it indiscriminately. What's wrong?"

  Tani Tianqing looked curiously at Yi Rin, who had been paddling on the city wall, but did not expect him to appear at this time.

   "How long does it last, and are there any sequelae?"

   Gu Tianqing smiled slightly: "Five minutes, as long as you survive, there will be no sequelae."

  Irin pointed to his nose: "Give me a set."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

   "Hehe, interesting, I see, so it is. May God bless you."

   After Gu Tianqing finished speaking, he suddenly drew three combination cards from the few remaining decks.

  Each tarot card has different effects in positive and negative positions, and there are subtle differences in the combination of cards. Gu Tianqing chose three pieces to form the "Blessing of the Goddess of Doom".

   When the three cards fell on his head, Yi Rin felt cold in his limbs, as if he was being stared at by some existence, and couldn't help shivering.

  …

  Million is fighting on the battlefield.

   She has released two curry sticks.

   Noble Phantasm, it’s not like you can put it away, it’s endless.

   Just like driving a car requires a driver's license and fuel, releasing a Noble Phantasm also requires "magic power".

   If "magic" is some kind of particle dispersed in the air, then in the age of gods, the concentration of such particles is thousands of times higher than in modern times.

   is so thick and bubbling!

   But that's the case, Milian had to wait for more than half an hour to re-extract the magic power needed to release the next curry stick from the air.

   It's not impossible to use it continuously, but by then, it will consume Milian's life force.

   After the body is completely hollowed out, it is not that simple to fill it up again.

Yes,

  The magic power in the Age of Gods is almost endless.

   But it is not the concentration of magic power that limits the strength of Heroic Spirits, but the "container" itself of Heroic Spirits.

  Million stood proudly with her sword in hand, panting slightly.

  In the depths of the darkness, there are still shadows moving towards Uruk.

  The body of the fallen giant has already melted and disappeared.

   Much, too much!

  Millien looked around, and the Uruk army formation she led had suffered incalculable casualties under the trampling of giants.

   But no one cried, no one was sad, no one mourned the dead.

   The remaining Uruk soldiers, still unsure of their life and death, charged forward one after the other.

   Behind them is the city of Uruk, their king, their god.

   "For Uruk, give our hearts!"

   The blood-soaked Uruk soldiers, among the rest, regrouped and let out a roar that shook the sky.

do not know why,

   A strange sense of déjà vu came up. It seemed that I had seen this magnificent scene before.

   But Miriam is sure that she has never experienced this scene, whether in reality or in the inner world.

   "Saber, back off!"

   A calm voice came from above Milian.

  Million raised her head, with the night and the space rift as the background, a man, stepping on the halo ripples, descended over the battlefield.

   "Rin!"

  Million didn't have time to be happy.

   Then she witnessed an amazing scene with her own eyes.

Wherever   Irin passed, all the black giants who were still alive and kicking, whether they were marching towards Uruk or trampling the army formation. All the giants hesitated for a moment when Irin appeared.

   After a while,

   All the giants turned around suddenly, staring at the arrogant, damnable, despised figure, striding forward, chasing Yilin.

   A palm the size of a roulette wheel, fanned towards Irin.

   A fist the size of a house swung towards Irin.

  In this situation, from a young age, it is like a diligent little bee who accidentally got into the brothel to collect honey, but was chased by countless young ladies and sisters with fans and small pink fists.

   At this moment, Irin became the focus of the giant's eyes!

   He attracted the hatred of most of the black giants!

"what?"

  Million... stunned.

   (end of this chapter)