My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Something has changed.

No matter how strong or how far one has come, anyone who has been paying attention to this battlefield can keenly feel the almost reversed change.

It is like the tranquility of the mountain stream suddenly turned into a collapsed ridge and angry waves.

No longer gentle.

Even though he was wearing an elegant white dress, the blood on his clothes became brighter and more dazzling. In a trance, it was as if the devil was grinning, watching the prey and sacrifices that were delivered to him.

And the three magics that everyone was used to, in the hands of the young man whose temperament suddenly changed, revealed an incomprehensible mystery.

The change was so great that the two Baal Rahmu surrounded him and fell into a disadvantage inexplicably!

The magic wave rose, Baal Rahmu roared, and his claws turned into a long whip, pulling out the unformed outline of the magic, but when it flapped its wings triumphantly and flew up, it crashed into the ocean of nothingness!

The other one looked at it in anger. The young man in white clothes stained with blood was floating in the air. His left eye was a deep blue with a smile, while his right eye was wrapped in deep purple.

Great magic·Replacement/Imaginary number!

Using the replacement prism as bait, one of them was exiled to the sea of ​​imaginary numbers!

And then, Shuoyue's eyes changed again, and the tough iron light gathered from the bottom of his eyes, tempered, and finally burst out with brilliant power.

Then thousands of weapons appeared in the void, and the brilliance reflected from the sharp edges stung everyone's eyes.

Full projection·Continuous layer writing!

Having lost his companion, Baal Rahmu's face was gloomy. When his claws changed, a giant tower shield stretched between him and Shuoyue, providing sufficient defense.

And Shuoyue waved his hand as if he didn't see it, and the rain of swords poured down, like a long dragon hitting the tower shield, causing the main god-level armor to make a harsh whine.

But it was blocked after all.

In a short breath, Baal Rahmu stared at the vague outline in the distance, with malice and hatred rolling in his heart.

A mere reptile actually resisted to this extent.

Its body has obviously become our tool!

As the wings of the shell began to vibrate at a high frequency, Baal Rahmu crouched down, and the other claw transformed into the sharpest thorn, emitting cold light.

As long as he could catch a short gap, he could penetrate Shuoyue's body at a very fast speed - the injuries on the young man's body were all due to the suddenness and unpredictability of this move. If it weren't for the God's intuition being too sharp, he would have been pierced into a sieve long ago.

And this time, Baal Rahmu was confident that he would not let this reptile escape.

He must be torn into pieces!

As if he could feel the strong murderous intent emanating from Baal Rahmu, the corners of the young man's mouth, who was projecting the sword rain, curled slightly.

Want to kill me?

Coincidentally, I thought so too.

The iron light retreated, and the green color stained the pupils.

When Baal Rahmu finally turned around after realizing it, the premonition of crisis exploded in his heart.

At some point, swords and spears stood on the ground. When the clay-like outline faded away the traces of soil, it revealed a sharp edge that was not inferior to metal.

When - there was no trace of magic!

In a hurry, the claws changed again, and a new tower shield was about to take shape to block Baal Rahmu, but at this moment, Shuoyue raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Liberation."

The white-gold light burst out from the sharp blade, instantly tearing thousands of scratches in the air, turning into a rainstorm, drowning the astonished Baal Rahmu.

When the dust and fog dissipated, there was a layer of pockmarked holes on the monster's body, dripping with black mud.

"You're opening your mouth now, you must want to ask what that was just now."

The young man in white smiled like a spring breeze: "Actually, it doesn't matter if I tell you - this is an extended use of the third magic, which can extract certain emotions separately, and then stimulate or use them... The simplest way is to attach them to matter, restrain them and then trigger them, creating the attack effect commonly known as light cannon."

He paused and asked seriously: "Now, you must have felt my contempt just now."

I hate you so much that I want to poke hundreds of holes in your body.

I hate you so much that you haven't died yet, is there any point in staying on the stage shamelessly?

Feeling the strong contempt conveyed by his limbs and bones, and the lingering shame like a brand, Baal Rahmu's face twitched, and he let out an uncontrollable beast roar, as if he was already furious.

It wasn't just him. There were angry roars from the other side of the sea, accompanied by the crackling sound of the night sky. A dark strange shadow shattered the barrier between nothingness and reality, tore open the passage to the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, and returned with anger and murderous intent.

"Shuoyue--!!!"

Boom!

In response to him, there was a volley of light cannons full of spitting and contempt. Obviously, the young man's white clothes were covered with blood, and his face was pale as if he would be blown down by the wind. However, no matter how the two Baal Lahm roared and how angry they were, they could not fight as quickly as they expected.

But only Shuoyue knew in his heart that even such a stalemate could not last too long.

The injury was getting worse bit by bit. The magic power circulation could not keep up with the repair of the injury. After all, the third method was not omnipotent... What's more, the output of this body was insufficient after all, and the illusory dragon heart could not keep up with the battle rhythm of the main god level.

Under the pressure at all costs, how long can I hold on?

With his mind racing, Shuoyue subconsciously cast his gaze towards another battlefield, and then his face fell.

How did that sentence go?

Seeing Fujimaru and others jumping around and in danger, Sakuzuki whispered in a dumbfounded voice.

"It's true that success is Xiao He's, and failure is Xiao He's..."

If the battlefield between him and Baal Rahmu could barely survive, then the battlefield between Fujimaru and Anna was not so lucky.

You must know that even as arrogant as Baal Rahmu, he is extremely afraid of his 'teammate', the black-robed Bone Face!

Even in this battle, he just kept moving forward, raising his hands and punching in a calm manner!

Bang!

The shield of the Round Table suffered a heavy blow and let out an uncontrollable whine. The veins of Fujimaru, who was wearing machine armor, stood out, but he was still dragged backwards for dozens of meters by the huge force.

The chain was like a spiritual snake binding the black-robed man's waist. Anna pulled her arm and quickly closed the distance with him. The war sickle appeared in her hand and slashed forward with endless sharp light.

Ding ding ding ding!

Amidst the crisp sound, the terrifying repulsive force continued to be transmitted along the sickle blade, causing Anna to wrinkle her face in pain, but refused to stop attacking.

As long as the defense can be broken, the 'Immortal Slaughter Blade' can cause irreparable injuries to the man in black robes!

Damn, this guy’s defense is too high, right? Nothing made of iron is so outrageous!

As soon as such thoughts emerged, Anna saw the man in black robe turn around and lock onto her with all his energy.

The flames from the friction of the battle scythe lit up the white bone surface. Under the sudden fear, Anna's eyes widened and she could only watch helplessly as the man in black robe raised his fist and smashed it down.

Bang! !

The iron fist came into contact with the shield of the round table, and the air suddenly dispersed. Fujimaru gritted his teeth, and a class card at his waist flew out automatically and disappeared into the ceremonial suit.

【SET】

【Berserker Frankenstein! 】

The artificial man with different eyes and flowers roared sweetly, turning into a green-gold electric light that enveloped Fujimaru. Facing the heavy pressure that came to his face, the boy roared loudly, his back stretched like a pillar, and he never retreated a step.

Behind him is Anna, her teammate.

He must not retreat!

In an instant, the shield of the Round Table became more dazzling, and an inexplicable force poured into Fujimaru's arms, blocking the black-robed man's heavy punch.

But then, the second punch came again!

Fujimaru wanted to pick it up again, but as the petals were flying, Merlin, who had always been OB, finally took action and moved the panting two people to his side. The black-robed man jumped into the air again, and his fists spread forward. , actually tore open the scars of thousands of ravines on the earth.

It’s unbelievable. They all have the same human body, how could he cause so much damage?

Is there a tyrannosaurus hidden in this mysterious black-robed man?

"Merlin!" Fujimaru moved away from the punch with difficulty and looked at the team's think tank, but even the sage who was a candidate for the title looked extremely solemn at this moment.

"It's a pity, but let's stop here this time, Fujimaru, the gap between our lineups is too big."

In the three divided battlefields, Sakuzuki was fighting in a squeezing way, while Fujimaru and Anna couldn't even catch the black-robed man's fist.

As for the Leopard Man? If you can defeat Quetzalcoatl, you don't have to run errands like a doormat every day.

"The probability of turning defeat into victory is too low, so low that we can't even afford it... This is the world of the Age of Gods. Even though we have prepared as much combat power as possible, we can't even be evenly matched." The doctor rarely shared the same view as Merlin. , "Retreat, Fujimaru, we can't win now, come back when we are fully prepared."

"By the way, keep the Ax of Marduk." Merlin reminded, "I can't hide this divinity. If I keep it with me, these monsters will notice it."

"..." Fujimaru fell into silence, but the man in black robes would not give them time to think. With the sound of footsteps, he walked towards them step by step like the god of death.

"Make a decision quickly, Fujimaru!" Merlin felt uneasy in his heart for some unknown reason, and the next moment, the sage's intuition came true - the man in black robe seemed to be dissatisfied with this stalemate, he exerted force under his feet, and charged forward like a cannonball.

Punch and blast!

"Fujimaru!" Anna's face changed drastically. She didn't have time to think. She just subconsciously pulled the boy aside, but she faced the fatal punch.

"Anna!!!" Fujimaru's eyes were about to burst, but the black-robed man's fist had arrived!

For a moment... when the fist wind touched Anna's eyebrows, the man in black robe seemed to be slightly stagnant in his movements, but he soon struck out with unparalleled momentum.

The azure prism unfolded, and another figure stood in front of everyone, raising his arms.

boom!

Crack!

Along with the sound of explosions and cracking bones, Anna only felt someone throwing herself into her arms, but she still couldn't stop the impact. Merlin opened his mouth wide and saw the three people sticking together. He flew backwards and hit him, but he just had time. Wailed:

"I'm just a weak magician——!"

The next moment, a group of four people hugged each other and rolled dozens of meters like a rolling gourd. Only then did the impact dissipate and they fell to the ground sprawled.

Embarrassed.

When he reacted, Fujimaru jumped up and looked forward nervously. When he saw the young man Anna was holding helplessly, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Shuoyue!"

Under his guilty gaze, the young man with broken arms raised his eyelids and showed a somewhat difficult smile.

"What are you doing with a sad face?" he said with a relaxed look.

"Help me up, I can still deliver."