Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 738 Gray, Grave me, Grave for you!

Shen Er whispered a name, a name with a special meaning.

To the common man, this is just the top cemetery in Glastonbury.But in Britain's oldest and most traditional mystical world, it has another meaning.

King Arthur's Tomb.

It is not a commemorative place set up on the outskirts of London or other places, but a real cemetery established by the descendants of King Arthur.Since that day, the descendants of King Arthur have lived and guarded here, and Gray is King Arthur's contemporary gravekeeper, and also the most outstanding gravekeeper-although this gravekeeper has a very ironic flaw.

"What? Afraid of ghosts?"

The apple muscles on Luvia's face kept twitching. You know, even if she was knocked down by the singing, she didn't show such an expression, which shows how shocked she was.

"Yes, but didn't you say that she is the gravekeeper of the cemetery?"

"Because she is too good, too close to the essence of the spirit. There is still a gap between the living and the living, let alone a spirit between life and death?"

Shen Er casually dispersed the undead around the sword-wielding angel statue, lifted Luvia and Crohn up against the base of the angel statue, and finally sat down on the ground.If you leave it to Grey, he won't intervene.

"Then you still leave her alone?"

"Don't worry, even if you are afraid of ghosts, an expert is still an expert. A little low-level spirit, no matter how many there are, is still an ant."

……

Shinji and Gray were not far away, and the voice was not low, but Gray didn't listen to him at all.

Because she was so frightened that her teeth chattered and her body was paralyzed.His legs also lost strength, and even his fingertips became unable to move freely.It was as if all the internal organs had been turned upside down, and the cold sweat couldn't stop flowing.

Fear germinated from the deepest part of her heart and spread to the whole body through every nerve.

Just feeling the breath of the spirit became like this, and a large part of the suffocation when I first stepped into the castle was also due to the psychological shadow caused by the breath of the spirit that occasionally escaped.

terrible.

Terrible unbearable.

Terrible, terrible, can't stop wanting to vomit.

"Haha, what a 'defective product'! A grave guard who is afraid of the dead! This is just like us!"

The voice seemed to have changed again, with elements of Gulanid and Qingxuan, but now Gray didn't even have the strength to think.

There was only one voice echoing in her head.

"Defective product. I am a defective product. I am an unidentified defective product, a hopeless waste."

Then, the spirit released from the stripped city surged like an avalanche, submerging the girl's body.

The spirit crawled up the skin and penetrated into the body through the seven orifices.

The spirit gathered into the shape of an angel, grabbed the girl's hair, and bared its fangs as if it was about to bite.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Gray groaned uncontrollably.

Horrible, hateful, hateful, filthy, hungry, sharp, massive, pathetic, like vomiting, howling, not buried, sunken, cruel should be buried, exposed, tortured, should be destroyed——

"Hey, it's all like this, don't you care?"

"Don't worry, the fun is just about to begin."

"Crack."

There was a strange sound.

It was as if iron and iron were rubbing against each other, making anyone want to cover their ears.

That is the voice of devouring spirits that very few people know.The spirits gathered around were devoured by the mouth engraved on the Reaper's Scythe.

If the hearing is good enough, you can still hear the intermittent laughter flowing from that mouth.

"Hey hee hee hee hee hee! Delicious! It's so delicious! It's a long-lost meal! This trip is not in vain, it's a big profit."

However, these voices sounded so far away to Gray, without any sense of reality.

What caught in her eyes, or in her soul, was a collection of countless spirits.

Because of the overly powerful spirit medium, the sense of existence of the spirit is stronger than anything else.

More like the dead than the dead, more like the living than the living.

It was a scene that the girl had seen countless times, which was extremely familiar but still unacceptable.

It is unreasonable, unnatural, unscientific, neither life nor death.

Accompanying the scene is another sentence.

——"It's that, that, that, and only that that you should destroy."

"Exactly."

The lips declared.

own will.Not of one's own will.That's how I was created, and now that function has been revived.Even the Reaper, which devours evil spirits, is nothing more than a pedal for this purpose.

"—So, it's impossible not to destroy."

The girl bent her knees.

The view is gone.

It was pure explosive power, even more terrifying explosive power than when he escaped before, and even Shinji's dynamic vision almost failed to keep up.

0.1 seconds? 0.01 seconds?
I don't know, I only know that the girl is dancing.

With the leaping "Scythe of Death" in his hand, he cut through the sound and chopped up the angel.

Everything standing in front of the girl shattered like glass.

She approached the monster, and the scythe cut deep into its body.

In the face of her speed, the weight difference between them is meaningless.

Gulanid finally realized that something was wrong, and while fleeing with the beasts, he concentrated all the spirits, hoping to stop the Reaper from harvesting in this way.

But this is of no use. The girl at this time is like a harvesting machine without emotion. Amidst the stern blast in the air and the destructive magic glow, she waved the death symbol time and time again. sickle.

Harvest!Harvest!Harvest!

Keep harvesting!

The endless spirits become sparse in this uninterrupted harvest.

And that monster that terrifies all magicians is also being harvested continuously, with its limbs and claws cut off.

The monster growled.

In the small gap created by the roar, the flames suddenly appeared as if inserted in, preventing the girl from further harvesting.

"Apiluo Hum owes Su Poha!"

Shugendo.

It is the technique of Qingxuan or Gulanid.

Monsters are just familiars, and the real enemy is Gulanid.

The girl who realized this turned her sickle and switched targets.

However, it didn't work.

The monks who were born in Shugendo have strong physiques and superb skills. Although they can't reach the level of humanoid tyrannosaurs like Gray and Shinji, they can't be easily dealt with.Especially here is Stripping City, Ashbourne's workshop, if Gray can't end the battle in a short time, the advantage he gained now will fall to the opposite side.

and so.

The girl whispered.

Say the given words.

"Gray (grey)...Rave (noisy)...Crave (longing)...Deprave (depraved)."

Suddenly there was a change.

No, it should be said to be fleeting.

All the magic power around, Dayuan was swallowed just like the spirit just now.As if it was about to be dragged into the magically vacuumed space, Ashbourn's monster let out a mournful cry, shrill and frightened.

"Grave (inscription)...me (in me)..."

The girl lowered her head and continued to groan.

Her consciousness is dying out.

It was dying long ago.

So, it's not her voice.It's different—another self lurking in the depths of my heart.

Another monster created by her hometown.

"Grave (digging the grave)...for you (for you)..."

Old mysteries, be extinct.

Make all the sweet riddles come to naught.

"The simulated personality is stopped. The magic power collection rate has exceeded the specified value. Start to lift the second stage of restrictions."

It was totally unrecognizable that it was Yard's, and the emotionless voice echoed in the night.

Just like saying the right spell to open the door, the mystery in the girl's hands was unsealed.

The Death Scythe, which can devour spirit and magic power and change the user's physical ability, is not actually Yade's true form.No, even the simulated personality of Yade is just a temporary seal set up to prevent the mystery from being lost in vain in modern times.

A seal for this... "gun".

Perhaps even one of the seals of the girl herself.

"Ahhhhh—!"

The monster growled.

I can't count the number of times.

However, in front of the extremely compressed magical power around the girl, its roar could only disintegrate on its own.

Mysteries are eliminated by stronger mysteries.According to this natural law, even Ashbourn's monster, who is at the pinnacle of magic, cannot defeat this "gun".

"You..." "Miss Grey," "That weapon," "Your weapon,"

I don't know if it's Qingxuan or Gulanide's voice, it sounds so far away.

"Holy Lance, pull out the anchor."

The Reaper's Scythe unfolded.

Its angle and volume change into a form that cannot exist in three dimensions, forming a new "gun".

It is "gun".

It is "gun".

No, this object overflowing with majestic magic power has exceeded the specification of a "gun".Like a tower standing at the end of the world, it is a mysterious crystallization that proves that many legends are true.

That is, the end of the legend.

It was the cursed sharpshooter that ended the legend of King Arthur.

The girl just chanted her real name calmly.

"Shining far away—"

The time has come.

The sharpshooter is swaying.

The vortex of the unstoppable magical power made the city of Peeling feel like it felt fear, and began to tremble.The stripping city, which should only respond to the set fluctuations, was forced to activate because it received a large amount of overflowing magic power.The manifestation accomplished by devouring the surrounding great source is itself a disaster.

Even if the "Thirteen Restraints" set up at the beginning have not been lifted, its original power has only revealed the tip of the iceberg.But even so, it is still the condensation of violent power that can exercise god-level magic.

Highly concentrated magic is similar in feel to heat.

And now, it's like holding a volcano in your hands.

unstoppable.

What appeared in the girl's hands was another Noble Phantasm next to the "Excalibur" that can be called the pronoun of the legendary king. It was a sacred weapon that stabbed the rebellious knight to death.

"—Rhongomyniad!"

Even though it was late at night, it seemed as if the sun had suddenly appeared—the beautiful red lotus spirals were like fragments of the sun that had fallen suddenly.The flashes of the Age of Gods boiled the magic power and moisture in the air, just galloping tyrannically.

Both the Gulanid and the monster disappeared before the light.

That ray of light pierced through the spiers of the stripped city, penetrated from the canopy to the city wall, and gradually disappeared in the collapse of the slope of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)