Infinite Throne

   Chapter 750 The inherent barrier, the blood moon is in the sky! (5000 words)

   Five thousand years ago,

  Humanity lost the "sky" for the first time.

   In front of Uruk City.

   Six hundred and twenty-three fresh corpses were piled up.

   Each of them, whether in the first second of life or after death, clenched their weapons, used their last breath, and used their last bit of strength to die to any inhuman monster in front of them, and die together.

   So, they end with a smile.

  The home of the warrior is on the battlefield.

  The song lit by blood and fire is the best farewell song for warriors.

  The corpse of an alien race is the best coffin for a warrior.

  Gilgamesh watched the soldiers of Uruk who once loved this world die on the battlefield, with a very calm expression.

yes,

   This is a war that is doomed to fail.

   He has seen the end of this war.

   But so what?

   Countless aliens fluttering their wings or flying in the sky in other ways, with hideous faces and bloodthirsty eyes.

   "Crash-"

  The sound of countless wings flapping, instead of the sound of the wind, replaced the previous singing in Uruk, lingering around Gilgamesh.

   ground,

   Several heroic spirits are fighting in blood and struggling.

   "A boring fight."

  Gilgamesh condescended and made a fair comment on the war of the Heroic Spirits.

   He raised his head again, golden flames burning in his pupils.

   "The people of Uruk, the people of "Xi", this king is deeply proud of you, and this king is extremely proud to be the fifth king of Uruk! "

   Theocratic Seal!

  Gilgamesh was lit with golden fireworks all over his body, like a **** of war, fighting against millions of strange beasts in the sky alone!

bring it on!

bring it on!

bring it on!

  Boom!

   Three hundred and sixty theocratic seals were launched at the same time!

  Each theocratic seal is forged by Gilgamesh himself!

   has the mark of Gilgamesh on it!

Even if there are no living soldiers in Uruk City, even if only Gilgamesh is left alive in the entire Uruk City, but this city is alive, this city will be with Gilgamesh, Witness the light of dawn!

   "Tear the darkness!"

   Three hundred and sixty shells as thick as buckets penetrated the dark sky composed of millions of exotic beasts.

  The bright moonlight condensed into bunches through the big hole that penetrated, and sprinkled on the land of Tiangong.

   This scene is as desolate as snow and as picturesque as it is picturesque, but at this moment, only Gilgamesh is alone, tasting the tragic experience.

   Behind the million beasts, there are four particularly huge shadows.

   One of them is a strange beast that is made of piles of deformed pieces of meat, exuding a green and strange aura.

   The second one is a huge red eyeball floating behind an army of alien beasts.

The third    is a giant dragon made entirely of bones. When the bone dragon spreads its wings, the wind howls and shadows overwhelm the world. The two green phosphorescent eye sockets are empty, watching all this indifferently.

The fourth one is a metal armor dozens of meters high. Under the armor, there is a piece of iron and steel ruins. The iron and steel ruins are composed of countless broken weapons. A style like a spaceship.

   Millions of aliens of different styles, driven by the four leaders, rushed towards Gilgamesh frantically!

that moment,

   This sky seems to have suddenly poured black rain!

  Looking from a distance, a dark shadow was pressed down that day!

   In front of millions of alien beasts, Gilgamesh's size is too small to be mentioned!

   He is like a lonely boat in a tsunami at the moment!

   is like a drop of dew in the vast mountain fire!

   In the face of all this,

   Gilgamesh sneered.

  Enkidu appeared behind Gilgamesh.

   Enkidu said softly, "Jill, the man said he will bring victory."

   "Huh. Then the king will wait and see, eh."

   Next second,

The    herd of beasts completely drowned the tiny Gilgamesh in the sky.

  …

  …

   Movement in the sky.

   did not affect the Heroic Spirits.

   To them, it seems that it has nothing to do with them how the world becomes.

   Everything about them revolves around the "Holy Grail".

  Million and Zhao Zilong's battle.

   "You can't beat me."

   Zhao Zilong swung the Yajiao spear and easily pierced through Milian's armor, leaving blood holes in her body.

   History repeated itself.

   Even if he was full of meat and got a temporary Buff boost, Milian still couldn't defeat Zhao Zilong.

   In front of Mi Lien, Zhao Zilong was like a sea, bottomless.

   Whenever Milian felt that she could get a little closer to Zhao Zilong, the opponent's almost perfect spear technique left Mirian helpless.

   "Sure enough,"

I don't know when Milian learned from Yi Rin's not-so-common mantra again. She staggered and stood up in a pool of blood, holding a sword in both hands. Facing death, she had no fear on her face: "I can do it for me. Only that sword brings victory."

   "Is that move again?" The expression on Zhao Zilong's face was relaxed and comfortable. Although he was already serious, Milian's rough swordsmanship skills made it difficult for Zhao Zilong to be serious.

That move    is indeed powerful, but Zhao Zilong already knows how to deal with it.

   No one can defeat Zhao Zilong with the same move!

nobody!

"Your swordsmanship is like rough jade. It's unpolished, and it's open and close. It's a pity that it's a little less flexible." Zhao Zilong commented calmly: "In the swordsman masters that Zhao knows. , let alone that Xiliang Jin Ma Chao, your swordsmanship is slightly inferior to that of Zhao's former lord."

   Zhao Zilong shook his head: "Apart from your brute force, you are not worthy of the name "Saber". "

Saying that, Zhao Zilong's eyes were filled with regret: "The Holy Grail is really a wonderful tool, if you can fight with your former opponent on the battlefield again, it should be a great blessing in life, and at the same time, this is also Zhao's regret. and desire."

  The real heroic spirits are mostly summoned by the heroic spirit seat with some kind of regret.

   It seems that there is no heroic spirit with regrets, and it is not worthy of being a real heroic spirit.

   Zhao Zilong's implication is "you are not worthy".

   But he is polite, has high emotional intelligence, and is more euphemistic.

  Million took a deep breath and began to gather magic power.

  The surrounding magic power quickly gathered towards Milian.

  Million's eyes were focused.

  Zhao Zilong's eyes narrowed, the point of his spear was on the ground, and he finally got serious: "Determination to the death? Interesting."

  The sword in the lake lit up with a golden light, like a brilliant golden firework.

   The light was brighter than ever before, making Milian like the brightest star in the night.

  Million raised his sword high.

   Zhao Zilong had his first experience.

   For the second time, Zhao Zilong stared at the front end of the sword in the lake.

   He already knew the mystery of that sword.

   That sword curry stick, that shot, only the front end, has an outrageous damage judgment.

The "tail" behind    is just a bluffing special effect and can be ignored.

   As long as the tip of the spear is concentrated on a little vibration, the sword can deviate from its original trajectory.

   He can't block, but he can block.

  Million's charge was completed, and the high sword slashed down!

  “Excalibur—”

   "Sword of Promised Victory"!

  Golden light, traversing the battlefield, tearing apart the space, and heading straight for Zhao Zilong!

   Zhao Zilong took a strange step under his feet. The Yajiao gun aimed at the point where the light was most concentrated, and shook it vigorously!

"Ding!"

  The curry stick was shaken!

Won!

   Zhao Zilong used the same move to defeat the opponent and felt no surprise.

   His right hand, extending from the wrist to the shoulder, was so numb that he lost consciousness.

   But it doesn't matter.

   will be able to recover soon.

   A Noble Phantasm of this level can never be released a second time in a short period of time.

   Zhao Zilong just blocked the curry stick.

   At that moment, his attention was completely focused on that point, and he was neglected for a moment about the situation around him.

   Normally, this negligence does not have much impact.

but,

  When Zhao Zilong's vision recovered from the dazzling sight, in less than half a second, Milian appeared in front of his eyes, a few meters away.

   She took advantage of the moment when Zhao Zilong concentrated on blocking the "Sword of Promised Victory" after swinging that sword, hiding behind the light of the curry stick, and deceived herself to come to Zhao Zilong.

  Million's sword once again condensed the golden light that Zhao Zilong was familiar with.

   This time, Milian didn't put on a pose, didn't call out the name of the move, and just silently released the second move!

   The second move - "Sword of Promised Victory"!

  Golden light pierced Zhao Zilong's chest.

   Zhao Zilong felt the pain in his chest. After the severe pain, his limbs seemed to float up, losing weight.

"what."

   Zhao Zilong let out a long sigh, and the Yajiao spear flicked and stuck at his feet.

   "I lost, whether it was the battle of the generals or the battle of the warriors."

   Zhao Zilong looked at Mi Lien, who was pale and panting, and asked curiously, "Who taught you this trick?"

  Million supported her body with her sword, trying her best not to fall.

   In fact.

   It is not impossible to continuously release Noble Phantasms.

   If the first sword is used, it uses the magic power stored in the body and the free magic power particles in the Age of Gods.

   Then Milian's second sword overdrawn was her own vitality.

   This is the real sword of death.

   Either you die or I die.

   There is no third possibility.

   "He taught."

  Million recalled what Iren said and said honestly.

  …

"You, what's the trick? Curry sticks, it's powerful, but every time you zoom in, you have to pose for a while and shout the name of the move. Second grader? Can't you sneak up on the opponent by zooming in and be caught off guard? You are also facing Zhao Zilong at a loss, and he is more about martial arts. If I were to shout the word 'curry stick' Before you come out, you will be destroyed in an instant."

   "You... Shameless. How can the knights fight to the death face-to-face?"

   "But you are the Heroic Spirit "Saber" now. "

  Irin patted Milian on the shoulder in a deep voice.

  Million had a pink face at the time, and it was instantly black and scary.

  …

   Zhao Zilong's body gradually turned into a little bit of light, dissipating.

  Million was silent for a moment with the sword: "Sorry."

   Zhao Zilong's back is erect, like a sculpture, motionless. He looked at Milian with a smile: "Put your chest up and enjoy the joy of victory, young knight king. This is your dignified victory! Besides, Zhao takes back what he just said."

  Million's expression was slightly startled, looking at Zhao Zilong whose lower body had disappeared, waiting for Zhao Zilong's farewell speech.

  "You can be called "Saber", young... swordsman. "

  The knight is a character, but it is also a bondage.

   But at that moment, Milian gave up her life, took off the burden of a knight, and when she fought Zhao Zilong only as "Saber", she surpassed herself.

   finished.

   Zhao Zilong disappeared.

   He left no trace.

   seems to have never appeared.

  Zhao Zilong is a super general with perfect hexagons without dead ends.

   In the circle of apostles, Milian is also a polygonal warrior. The only thing she lost to Zhao Zilong was that the area of ​​the polygon was a little smaller.

   Zhao Zilong's right arm trembled slightly when he blocked the first sword. Milian noticed this when he failed for the first time.

   This is the only moment when the perfect hexagonal general shows his flaws.

  Million seized this opportunity, overdrawn her vitality, and swung her second sword.

  So, Miriam won.

   Zhao Zilong obviously knew where he lost, so he said that this was a victory won by Milian "dignifiedly".

  Only when Milian no longer bears the weight of knighthood and fights against Zhao Zilong, can the two be regarded as standing on the same starting line.

   So far.

  Million is no longer a knight bearing the title of King of Knights, but a "Saber" who simply fights on the battlefield.

   Zhao Zilong disappeared a moment later.

  Million's legs were weak and she almost fell.

   But she gritted her teeth and braced herself.

   She looked at the sky, where golden rays of light were drowned out by black shadows.

   Pieces of the corpses of alien beasts, turned into rain of blood and minced meat, and fell.

   In front of him, is a tragic doomsday scene.

   "It's not over yet."

  Million took heavy steps and walked to the other battlefields step by step.

   right now.

far away.

   A thin figure walked towards Milian.

   That figure, there is no living thing around.

   He is the only one.

   In this scene, the figure was like a lonely soul in the dark night, which seemed a bit weird.

  Million raised her sword and prepared to strike.

   But when the figure approached, Milian looked at him in surprise: "Kotomine justice?"

   Kotomine just seems so miserable at the moment.

   was covered in blood.

   On his neck, a fine stitching thread circled around his neck.

   His eye sockets were empty, and someone had gouged out his eyes.

"I'm sorry to meet you at such an inopportune situation, in such an embarrassing situation, and with such a desolate posture." Kotomine, who lost his eyes, knelt down on one knee in front of Milian and raised his head, On his face, there was a smile that made Milian feel extremely unfamiliar: "First meeting, my king."

  …

  Roland ran naked.

   The dignified paladin was shirtless and only wearing a pair of tattered pants.

   What makes people very angry is that Roland is actually stronger with such a shameful gesture.

  Roland held the holy sword "Indestructible Extreme Saint Durandal", closed his eyes, and easily shuttled through the attacks.

   In this situation, Roland's figure is a bit of the charm of "passing through thousands of flowers, and the leaves do not touch the body", elegant, calm, and abnormal.

   "Do you want to make a big move?"

  Irin gritted his teeth.

  His magic powers are many, but not endless.

  Irin couldn't spend most of his magic power on Roland.

at this time.

  The air battlefield has undergone great changes.

   There was a sound of explosions.

  The only and last bit of golden light in the sky, overwhelmed by darkness.

   Four huge shadows still enveloped the night sky.

   Uruk fell into deep despair.

  As predicted by Gilgamesh, in the face of this overwhelming alien invasion, there is no hope for anyone, including Irin.

   But, now is not the time to give up.

  A Deng frowned, just as he was about to say something.

  Bai Xiaoyi emerged from the dense fog, and a voice sounded from Yi Rin's ears: "Master, go and support other battlefields first."

"you?"

   Yi Rin looked at Bai Xiaoyi with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Bai Xiaoyi giggled straightly: "My mother and I have a combined Noble Phantasm that is too powerful, I'm afraid it will scare you. A small range of moves can't hurt that pervert, so leave it to me and my mother, you first Let's go, wait for our mother and daughter to work together to solve this perversion, and then come to join you masters."

  Nie Hongxiu was in the distance, constantly condensing her silver hair into a gun, stabbing Roland to death, but when Yi Rin looked at Nie Hongxiu, Nie Hongxiu had a cold look, looked back, and nodded, as if she had the same idea.

  Irin is always watching the sky and other battlefields. After thinking for a while, he nodded:

   "Okay, then he'll leave it to you."

   Having said that, Yi Rin drew a circle, took Deng and Ruth, and the three disappeared together in front of Roland.

  Roland finally opened his eyes. He looked at Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu who were staying here, and muttered to himself, "To be honest, I really envy him."

"Without further ado!"

  Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu, one after the other, blocked Roland's retreat.

At the same time, Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi, their eyes became red as blood, their white fangs protruded from the corners of their mouths, and on their left and right foreheads, there was a hideous ghost horn, which pierced their scalps and grew longer. come out.

  They... turned into ghosts!

The experience of   Guiwu Mountain is the most painful memory in the heart of the two of them.

   They don't even want to recall the moments when they became "ghosts".

  They also didn't want Yiren to see their ugly appearance when they turned into "ghosts".

   But at this moment, Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu, for the sake of Yi Rin, for the sake of victory, and for the sake of killing this pervert Roland, they would rather touch that painful memory again.

   Become a ghost!

   In Roland's surprised eyes, the mother-daughter duo who turned into ghosts swept into the air at the same time, holding their hands tightly together.

   In the blink of an eye, the scene in front of Roland changed.

   A thick and persistent fog.

   A gloomy mountain.

   Dense forest.

   A huge blood moon appeared eerily in the sky, so close that it seemed to hang above the heads of several people, and the concave hill on the moon was clearly visible.

   The blood moon is in the sky!

   This is Bai Xiaoyi and Nie Hongxiu, the common tragic memory, the common mental image scenery!

   "This is... an inherent barrier!"

   After being surprised, Roland stared at the unfamiliar scene in front of him and said with emotion.

   (end of this chapter)