A Master's Type Moon Event Book

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A girl wearing a mask stood behind dozens of bone soldiers, holding a gun in her hand.

"Black...black Rungomignards?"

Gray's voice trembled.

She never expected to see another Holy Lance.

"Stupid, your own Holy Spear is just a shadow. If that's the case, isn't it normal for another shadow to appear?"

Kai's incoherent voice sounded, "The Holy Lance itself is the pillar of light connecting the inside and outside of the world. It is the tower at the end of the world and the tower of brilliance. Naturally, it cannot appear in your hands."

Li looked at him subconsciously.

Tower of Glory.

A familiar yet unexpected word.

The Age of Gods dress ranked number one among the Seven Paladins is called the Tower of Radiance.

And the founder of the Seven Paladins was King Futigeng.

In the legend of King Arthur, it was never explained how Merlin got the Holy Lance and gave it to Artoria.

The ancestor of the so-called Tower of Radiance Security Company stole the Tower of Radiance from the hands of the Seven Paladins and King Vutigeng.

According to Sebroro, the ancestors of his family have reached the standard of Heroic Spirits.

It can't be...Agge, can it?

In the Knights of the Round Table, the only person who can be related to Assassin is Aggavin, the assassin sent by Morgan Le Fay to assassinate Artoria.

Seems to make sense.

His thoughts were interrupted.

Opposite King Mu, a woman in a dark nun's attire stood in the drowsy temple.

Irmia.

"It actually came to the door on its own initiative."

The corners of her gorgeous mouth are slightly raised, and her limbs are covered by gray armor. This is a gray lock, one of the conceptual armaments used by the Church of the Holy Church.

Irmia hooked her fingers.

The fist was clenched tightly, and it landed on the bone soldier's chest, accompanied by a crisp sound, splitting apart around the landing point.

The slender left leg swept across immediately, and the magic power surged. The three bone soldiers were instantly shattered. Then they stepped forward and punched an uppercut with their right hand. White bone fragments fell to the ground in the flying dust.

"It's really endless!"

Irmia impatiently dusted off the nun's clothes, and said coldly, "The source here is thin, and the magic power should come from the villagers on the ground."

The gale-like pace reappeared.

The pair of fists launched a fierce offensive in the air, and under the mixed magic power, the waves exploded in the group of bone soldiers.

"My lord, don't just watch!"

"Okay...okay, I know."

The almost spherical Fernand stood by her side.

There was light all around, and the darkness melted away. In a sudden shock, countless magical powers shot up into the sky.

The closest bone soldier rolled and burned like a piece of paper without weight.

Then came the sunshine after the snow, and all the white was disappearing.

"I knew it was useless."

Irmia glanced at the regenerated bone soldiers in the distance, then turned her gaze to Gray, "It's more troublesome to kill King Arthur's spirit, but it's the same to destroy the body."

The nun who hit her fist armor jumped up, the sound of the wind was in the distance, and people had already come close.

Ignoring the others, his fist galloped rapidly, as if a cloud had risen in the dim space.

"Grey, do what you have to do."

Li Xiang took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned pale gold.

The sound of collision sounded.

"who are you?"

With an angry voice, Irmia's body fell forward, her fists were like hammers, and they fell heavily with all the strength.

The bitter wind and waves oppressed Li Xiang.

His body leaned to one side, and after avoiding the attack, the long sword rolled up a golden airflow, slashing towards her wrist from top to bottom.

Irmia immediately put her backhand against the long sword.

The uppercut with his left hand hit Li Xiang's neck hard.

The long sword was restrained by a huge force.