Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

Li Xiang was speechless.

If it was Matthew and Olga Marie, what choice would they make?

In Chaldea, everyone was also stunned by the sudden appearance of a large intrinsic barrier.

Originally, everyone here had already prepared for the emergency spiritual transfer and gave up the battle of the first singularity, but Francois unexpectedly gave them a surprise.

Of course, it was just a shock.

For example, Romani's face was complicated, and he never thought that when Mo Yu was in danger, he would still worry about his safety.

Olga Marie looked at Mo Yu who was in a hard fight in the bubble, her hands were clenched into fists, her mouth was tightly pursed and she said nothing.

It seems that because of the inherent enchantment, Chaldea and the singularity temporarily lost voice communication, and Olga Marie could not give orders to Tachika Fujimaru, so she could only leave it to Tachika to judge.

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in a dream

The black and white saintesses are fighting each other for the final time.

As a top-level follower, Joan of Arc would basically crush the vast majority of heroic spirits once she came to the world.The panel value alone is beyond the reach of all heroes.

If it was a normal Holy Grail War, she would have come as a ruler with two command spells for servants.

But this is not a conventional Holy Grail War, and as a ruler, she can't apply Command Seals to the other self in front of her, and can only replenish her magic power through the Command Seals.And the panel value is also stronger than yourself.

She was no match for Black Joan in the first place, and the battle flag was forcibly destroyed by Mo Yu, so she didn't even have any weapons to fight.

Faced with such a predicament, only her other Noble Phantasm can defeat the opponent.

Second Noble Phantasm Red Lotus Saintess

Crystallize the flame that burned oneself in life with the landscape of the mind, thus forming the conceptual arm that can purify all things.

This is her last hole card, and it is also a trick with only one chance.

At the cost of life, destroy all existence.

Joan of Arc, who tried her best to attack, also realized her thoughts. As an alter, she naturally knew what Joan of Arc's hole card was, so she attacked more violently, without giving her a chance to breathe.

Only the Red Lotus Saintess must not be used by her.

But Bai Zhende had already made up his mind to die, allowing Hei Zhen's sword to penetrate his chest, but the long sword resolutely appeared in his hand.

"You and I have different ideas, so there is no need to say more. In order to protect human principles, Lord, this body will be handed over to you."

Unlike the black St. Catherine of Joan of Arc, this holy sword without any pollution was never drawn out of its sheath in the battle.

After the sharp blade touched the blood of the saint, it turned into a rising crimson fire, completely surrounding Joan of Arc.

A flame that can purify everything, even Black Joan's fire of vengeance can't attack half of it.

Hei Joan was forced back a few steps by the purifying fire, and could only watch as Bai Joan dragged his dying body to resort to the red lotus saint.

From the moment the other party planned to die with her, she had no chance of winning.

"Tch... Sure enough, I still can't defeat fate..."

The corners of her lips curled up as if amused, Joan of Arc stopped attacking and looked at Mo Yu who was being besieged in another bubble.

As usual, there was no expression on his face, as if all this wasn't enough to cause him to panic.

You are so calm when you are going to die?Should I say he is trying to save face or is he stupid?

Oh, she remembered, from what Mo Yu said earlier, it seemed that the Demon God Pillar would not die, and could be reborn even if it was wiped out.

Joan of Arc gave a bitter smile, her heart was full of melancholy, not because she was afraid of death, but simply because she was unconvinced...and did not want to say goodbye.

Seeing that Joan of Arc had been reborn from the fire of the red lotus, she had now transformed into a pure white battle armor, and a fiery holy flame erupted from the hilt of St. Catherine's sword.

The crimson lotus flower blooms in the air, spewing out an unstoppable flame of purifying the world, trying to completely burn the enemies in front of it.

"La Pucelle, the Holy Maiden of the Red Lotus!"

She must have no obsessions.

Facing the roaring flames, Joan of Arc thought so.

What a boring result...

The next moment, the crimson flames completely engulfed her.

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Facts have proved that when facing two skilled swordsmen, Mo Yu, who is also in an ordinary state, is no match for them.

Guanhong's spear was no longer as strong as before, and the sharpness of the spear's blade was also much duller.

Facing the pincer attack from the left and right of the two, Mo Yu was beaten back several steps in a row, and several tiny sword cuts appeared on his body.

Blood flowed down the wound, and a faint smell of blood entered the nasal cavity.

It was strange, even though the situation this time was more dangerous than last time, Mo Yu still didn't feel the fear of death, instead he recalled the days and nights when he was lying in the ICU.

He is no stranger to the smell of blood, and the smell of rust has been with him since he grew up.

Coughing up blood, vomiting blood, heavy internal bleeding

If Caleb's medical institution wasn't good enough, I'm afraid he would have said goodbye to Xingyue long ago, but in the end, he wandered from the underworld again and again, proving his stubbornness time and time again.

Yes, this is why he is not afraid of death.

"ended!"

The white-haired warrior swung the magic sword in his hand and slashed at Mo Yu's head. The paladin pierced his heart with a sword, making it impossible for Mo Yu to retreat.

In the field of vision, there is a sharp knife light and a preview of death.

as well as--

The pure white world is still again

High mountains and flowing water, small pavilions and quiet flowers,

The sound of gurgling water plays in my ears, and the light wind and flowing jade catch my eyes.

A familiar figure stood quietly beside the ancient pavilion, looking sideways at the fragrance of wild flowers in the distance.

"You don't seem to be afraid of death?" Morax asked lightly.

"It's not so much not fear, it's better to say it's a habit."

Mo Yu lowered his eyelids, his pupils under the eyelashes were dim.

The low tone attracted Morax's attention.

"You, suppress yourself too much."

Mo Yu was slightly taken aback: "Is there?"

Moraxel nodded incredulously.

"Yes, and I can feel that you are gradually being dominated by divinity."

These words made Mo Yula shrug his head, and replied a little helplessly:

"That means I'm good at it. Even though I have made up my mind, I still can't control this power."

In fact, when Barbatos asked that sentence in the Crown Time Temple before, he was aware of this possibility, but since he has accepted the power bestowed by the gods, he must bear all the heaviness and responsibility.

Morax looked at him for a long time, as if he remembered something interesting, then smiled and said:

"Speaking of which, you seem to have told that little girl a story about your friend."

Rarely, Mo Yu's cheeks flushed slightly, thinking that Morax had seen everything.

Even if he was thick-skinned, he couldn't resist Morax's sudden gossip.

However, at this moment, Morax picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, took a light breath and said slowly:

"Regarding revenge, I remembered a story from my friend before, do you want to hear it?"

"..."

At this time, Mo Yu felt that it would be better to sew his mouth shut, so as not to break the atmosphere with a bad word out of nowhere.

He nodded silently, waiting quietly for the man who knew many stories at a glance to tell about those vicissitudes.

"At that time, my friend was not a rock god..."

Mo Yu tightly shut his mouth to resist the strong desire to complain in his heart, and listened to Morax's next words.

Chapter 66 Say Your Name!

That was the story before he became a rock god.

As a demon god, although he controls a corner of one side, he has no intention of intervening in the disputes of the gods.

He is like a cold rock, silently guarding the creatures in his corner from the slaughter of external wars.

Although he has no intention of competing, there are always stubborn people who come to his door and beg for a dozen. After a while, his reputation gradually spreads in the mainland, and that is his original name.

After knowing his name, countless demon gods mostly chose to back down, but there were still some demon gods with other intentions who approached him.

Some people who think highly of themselves are suppressed by him under Guyun Pavilion, and some arrogant and unruly people are cut down by him in the barren valley.

In addition to the malicious people being suppressed by him, there are also people with good intentions. Most of these people joined his subordinates later, either becoming immortals or guardians.

Among them, the one that impressed him the most was probably the girl with the big sleeves.

He remembered the first time they met, the girl with the big sleeves pretended to be solemn and excited when she presented the token.

Obviously there is no formal contract, and it is obvious that they are just walking together on their own, which is really stupid.

but,

He clearly remembered the glass lily bush when the two first met, the flowers were very beautiful.

He also couldn't forget the glass lily bush when the two parted, the flowers withered.

The lonely and lonely smile disappeared into the palm of his hand along with a burst of flying dust. He who could control the earth and rocks could not grasp a wisp of flying sand between his fingers.

Return to the past, the end is parting

After all, force can't protect everything, so he chose to abandon the title that is enough to frighten the demon gods in all directions, and in the name of the rock god, clean up the eight desolations, calm the world, and eventually become one of the seven rulers in the world.