This is My Heroic Path

"Sure enough, it's still too reluctant." Looking at the black army in front of him, he muttered to himself, but his heart was very calm.

After letting Shashengyuan go, An Zhiyu immediately rushed to Britain, and then on the road, he discovered that this group of gods was marching in the direction of Britain.

They broke through several lines of defense with great force, but An Zhiyu finally jumped off the eight-legged horse, summoned the treasure of the king, turned into a white dragon, and fought with the army of gods.

The result was as seen now, even though a large number of enemy troops had been killed, there was still a mass of darkness, and both his physical strength and magic power had been exhausted.

However, the growth of the World Tree is not just for the Nordic gods, it is also useful for An Zhiyu, and he can continue to use magic power until now.

But even if he can continuously absorb magic power for his own use, no matter how powerful a person is, his power is limited. He stopped the army of [-] gods for almost an afternoon, and he has reached the limit of what he can do, and this seems to be an army of gods He didn't want to cause too many casualties, so he had been fighting a war of attrition with An Zhiyu.

In fact, An Zhiyu was already mentally prepared when he jumped off the eight-legged horse. After all, he was just a follower. How could he possibly fight against so many gods?

Even being able to summon the Sky Lock is far from enough. These are still gods anyway. Even if Ned Hogg's purpose is probably just to subdue Britain by means of crowd tactics, the gods are also carrying out massacres for this purpose. Production, but it should not be underestimated, after all, this is an army of one hundred thousand.

However, his purpose has been achieved.

It has been almost an afternoon since noon, and Lily must have noticed it when the army of gods approached the first line of defense, and should be able to respond accordingly, but it is not his turn to worry about it.

After all, he couldn't even worry about it now.

The only thing he can do is - continue to procrastinate!

"I'll leave the rest to Lily." An Zhiyu sat on the ground, grabbed a god that was attacking from behind, turned around and threw it at the god that rushed to the side.

An Zhiyu remembered that Skaha told him before that a person's strength is limited after all, no matter how strong he is, if he is facing a weaker but larger number of enemies, it will still be difficult to turn the tide of the battle.

Thinking about it now, it is indeed true.

Yes, after all, it is difficult for one person to turn the tide of battle, but——

It is still possible to deter a huge army!

The army of gods always stood in front of An Zhiyu, and the terrifying sense of coercion made it difficult to breathe.

They didn't take half a step forward anymore. This person found a loophole when they were advancing and lost a lot of troops, so now the entire army finally dared not advance rashly.

But that doesn't mean they have no other options.

The gods in silver armor quietly looked in the direction of An Zhiyu, and seemed to be singing something in their mouths.

It was an extremely ancient text, but An Zhiyu could understand it.

How could he not understand?This is the rune script, and the army in front of them has actually learned the rune script. Although it is not clear how much they have learned, but so many magics are gathered together, no matter how weak the original magic is, its destructive power will be displayed. multiples up.

"Come on, it's time to make a conclusion!" An Zhiyu slowly stood up on his knees, and countless halos of light bloomed behind him, as bright as day at this moment.

The weapons in the King's Treasure flew out continuously, accurately shooting through the body of the god, and the magic that struck from high in the sky also exploded violently in the collision of the weapons projected from the King's Treasure.

Looking at the gorgeous scene in front of him, An Zhiyu suddenly remembered that Shashengyuan had asked him a question earlier.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

This is a very stupid question. No one is not afraid of death, unless it is the master who is far away in Britain and the others who have lived for a long time.

But he's really not afraid of death... At least in this world, An Zhiyu thinks that it's okay if he sacrifices himself when necessary.

Anyway, being a Servant, being killed was like waking up from a dream to him.

The secret of the Nordic country has been found, and the guards who were rescued just now have been sent back to Artoria. The World Tree is hard to destroy, but if you use the star anchor, it may be possible to destroy it of.

After all, even that World Tree was just artificially created by Nidhogg.

This entire Nordic country is a conspiracy by Nidhogg. It wants to revive the Age of Gods, and it has planned for a long time for this, but at the last critical moment, all previous efforts were wasted.

No one would have thought that the servants he summoned...maybe beasts could actually turn him back.

Wang Zhibao finally couldn't hold on any longer, and his magic power was rapidly drying up. An Zhiyu couldn't even turn into a white dragon to escape, but he didn't bother to escape.

What's more, it is impossible for these army of gods to give him a chance to escape.

As early as when they fought earlier, he felt that the enemy army was creating an enchantment that made it difficult to escape, but he didn't pay attention to it.

From the moment he jumped down to intercept them, he had no intention of leaving.

A brilliant light lit up in the distance again, and before one knew it, night had fallen, and the enemy's rune magic gathered together and lit up in midair, as beautiful as fireworks.

The leading god raised his hand and waved it in the direction of An Zhiyu.

This is the final farewell to this enemy, and it is also the highest respect they can pay as an enemy.

An Zhiyu lay on the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

Finally he can go back... His heart is very relaxed.

However, in the next second, a faint voice came from a distance, An Zhiyu heard that voice, and what she said was:

"Happy Heaven - Fetal Tibetan Mandala."

An Zhiyu opened his eyes again, it was a treasure he had never seen before.

No, can that kind of thing really be called a treasure... An Zhiyu couldn't help thinking.

Countless gods disappeared in the treasure, as if they were swallowed up, and they disappeared before they could even make a scream. An Zhiyu felt that he was also uncontrollably attracted by that force.

However, in the next second, the treasure suddenly stopped, he smelled a very sweet fragrance, and when he turned his head, Seshoin was squatting quietly beside him with a charming smile on his face.

"Mr. An Zhiyu, why are you so surprised? Since you are not even afraid of death, are you still afraid of me? Am I a guy scarier than death?" Killing Yuan turned his head slightly and looked towards the approaching people in the distance The British army, she hugged An Zhiyu who had no strength to struggle anymore.