A Master's Type Moon Event Book

The endless magic power will almost swallow everyone.

It's completely different from Arturia Alter in the prologue.

For the first time, Li Xiang felt that he had no chance of winning.

This strength even exceeds that of Ai Lei who released the treasure.

He can now be sure that Artoria Alter was absolutely merciful back then.

"Do you still have the courage now?" Moriarty asked. As he spoke and breathed, there was surging magic power circling around, as if he had returned to the age of the gods for thousands of years.

"Naturally." Li Xiang didn't hesitate, his expression was serious, and he held the long sword tightly.

Perhaps from beginning to end, he is far inferior to Fujimaru Tachika in terms of determination and awareness to save the world.

But after going through so much, whether voluntary or forced, he has something to insist on in his heart.

Saving the world is a bit grand for him, and he prefers to spend the rest of his life with Ellie.

But Renri Burn was right in front of him, and he was destined to take up the sword to face it for this little wish.

"Hahahahahahaha! Professor Moriarty, you have fallen to such a level! On the other hand, this dedicated master deserves to be my accomplice!"

Meaningless noisy laughter.

Li Xiang was so familiar that it was almost engraved in his DNA.

King of the Grotto, Count of Monte Cristo, Edmond Dantès!

The absolute thug of the Green Card team in the game.

For a long time, he almost had to listen to it several times a day.

If it wasn't for this time travel, he would have listened to it for another year or so, until a stronger system thug appeared.

"Cave King?" Li Xiang followed the laughter and found the green figure.

"It's our first meeting, Master of Chaldea." Edmond Dantès laughed, "It can't be called our first meeting either. You should have seen Holmes playing my image."

"It's no wonder Holmes chose you among so many heroic spirits. So you have seen it before."

"It's really smart." Edmond Dantès nodded, "Not only me, but also this woman."

"Hmph, there is no sense of surprise in this way." Hei Zhen appeared from beside him.

"You came too late!" Arturia Alter reprimanded loudly.

"Why?! You can't blame me!" Heizhen protested, "Isn't this guy asking for my help? If it doesn't help the Master, I won't bother to care about it!"

"It became lively in an instant." Moriarty said lightly, "But it's useless to have too many people. You can't beat me together."

"Tsk, this face is disgusting to the extreme!" Hei Zhen said angrily, "The original Moriarty is a thousand times better than you, if I knew it earlier, I should have killed you, you 50-year-old uncle!"

"Professor Moriarty, don't be so full of words." Edmond Dantès said, "When the number of people reaches a certain level, there will be a qualitative change. As a mathematics professor, you should be able to understand this truth very well. "

"That's right." With an unfamiliar voice, two people appeared beside the count again.

"Shakespeare? Andersen?" Moriarty said disdainfully, "What can two weak writers do?"

Chapter 270 Second Detective

Suddenly, there were several more followers, which made Li Xiang overwhelmed.

Shakespeare was originally a summoned servant, but he has been imprisoned by Moriarty and turned into a machine for producing monsters. It is understandable to appear here, but what happened to Andersen?

"Master, I can understand your feelings." Shakespeare said, "Just like when I appeared in Shinjuku, I thought I could show off my skills and write a magnificent story, but it turned into a complete tragedy."

"Work is what I hate the most, and so are humans."

Andersen, who looked like a child, held a huge black quill and said, "I can't help it. Someone dragged me out. There is no doubt that the criminal is this playwright. Really, why does it have to be in a place like Shinjuku? All the kikichos are gone!"

"Because the deadline is up," said Shakespeare.

"It's such a headache. Forget it, I came to this ghost place to close the door and rush to draft, just for this moment." Andersen said, "Hurry up and start! This working time is like hell!"

"Master, I am a worthless servant. Although it is a bit unreliable, a writer has a writer's fantasy."

Shakespeare opened the black book, and the blood-red text emerged, "You should know about phantoms, right? We can't summon servants, but phantoms are fantasies, and writers are the kind of people who have the most fantasies."

A blue beam of light suddenly appeared, shining on him, and gradually there were black figures around him, their bodies glowed with blood, and they looked very strange.

"The title of my Noble Phantasm is: The moment of the performance has come, and there should be thunderous applause here! Start the performance!!" Shakespeare shouted, "Andersen, it's your turn!"

"Really, because of you I have to dabble in secondary creation! Although my story is a bit exaggerated, that's what fairy tales are like." Andersen said, "Noble Phantasm, for the story I wrote for you, I present this appalling Poor work!"

The space dimmed, and the figures radiating in the darkness gradually solidified and began to increase, just like copying and pasting. Andersen's black quill stroked graceful curves, and endless phantoms filled every inch of the air.

From the inside of the gun body minaret to the night, it is densely packed.

"Master, I hope your story can have a happy ending! Go forward, don't stop, to see the magnificent future, no matter what kind of difficulties you encounter, even if the world is destroyed, but such a story will be worthy of everyone's applause for you !"

Really worthy of Shakespeare!

Li Xiang was like drinking a bowl of the hottest chicken soup, and his blood was surging.

But more important is the phantom in front of him.

The black and hazy figure can't see the specific face at all, only the outline can be vaguely seen.