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

But before giving up his name, he did one last thing worthy of his name.

"To those who killed the girl..."

Mo Yu spoke softly, but didn't finish.

Morax nodded: "Yes, think calmly, make a plan, and then suppress it with thunder, without giving the opponent the slightest chance to fight back."

His calm tone revealed his determination at the time.

Someone who can touch the emotions of this god must be a very important friend to him.

Mo Yu felt a little sad when he heard it, and when he thought of the dream under the fairy tree before, he felt that sadness came from his heart, and he sighed desolately.

"I didn't expect your friend to be a temperamental person."

Morax smiled.

"So do you understand? Even gods have temperaments, let alone you who were born as human beings."

Mo Yu, who was listening with his head down, suddenly raised his head, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Wait, what did you just say? The last sentence...can you say it again?"

The beating brilliance in his eyes seemed to be surprise, surprise, or hope.

Faced with the excited look on the young man's face, the god's eyes were full of gentleness.

"No need to repeat, although you have inherited the position of a god, you are still a human being in essence. There is no doubt about this from any aspect."

The tone that seemed to be calm in a mirror-like lake caused ripples in Mo Yu's heart.

Yes, he's a god, but he's also human, and that's enough.

Since it does not affect the principle of the contract, why not revenge?

Rather, revenge itself is also a punishment for those who break the contract.

So the boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The memories churning in my mind are like rivers and waves gathering in the sea, and finally become a part of the sea.

That is the unparalleled power that has been integrated and mastered over the long years, and it is the supreme martial arts that will not fall behind in the face of any enemy.

It's called...

Mo Yu, who was about to say his name, suddenly opened his eyes and asked tentatively:

"Do you want to change to a more passionate way this time?"

The sudden turning point made Morax, who was drinking tea, cough lightly. He wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with a paper, and smiled helplessly at the weird boy.

"That's right, even though the years have been vicissitudes, it is reasonable for me to maintain my youth and follow the trend properly."

With a thought in his mind, a huge figure thousands of feet tall stood proudly behind Mo Yu, raising his arms high.

"Call out your name."

What followed was Morax's solemn and deep voice, although it was gentle, it seemed to be ringing in the ears of a vast drum, which made people's blood surge.

Mo Yu's eyes burst out with divine light, and he called out the original name loudly.

"I am, Valkyrie!"

The passionate words penetrated through the nine layers of clouds, piercing through this blank world.

In an instant, the mountains and rivers turned easily, and the wind and clouds surged, setting off waves of fighting and roaring, the light of swords and blood, the color of the sky and the earth changed, piercing through the clouds and dust.

The Golden Xingxuan turned into a streamer of white rainbow, falling next to the Seven Star Fate Constellation.

Its name is—Warrior·Liuhe cited as bone

The still space shattered with Mo Yu's vigorous punch, turning into mottled starlight.

Time begins to flow with the fragmentation of space.

"ended!"

The sword blades of the dragon slaying warriors slashed at the young man's vital points, but the young man moved at this moment.

He took a half step back.

So the two swords with tricky angles were easily dodged by him.

what?

Both St. George and Siegfried were completely stunned, completely unaware of how Mo Yu dodged.

His steps looked like he took an ordinary step back, but he miraculously avoided the strangulation that should have been fatal.

Moreover, they also saw that Mo Yu's calm and profound golden pupils suddenly boiled like burning gold, which made them subconsciously dare not look at him.

At this moment, Mo Yu seemed to be a different person.

From the majestic rock climbing before, it has become hot and burning gold.

Before the two could think more, Mo Yu attacked.

The spear that penetrates the rainbow has lost the massive divine power of the earth, but it is replaced by the endless fighting spirit of passionate climax.

Immediately afterwards, the gun shot out like a dragon.

As soon as the two of them raised their swords to parry, they were easily picked away by the spears. The strength was not strong, but it was just right that they lost the opportunity to defend and counterattack.

No matter what kind of defense they make, Mo Yu can always break through the defense of the two in the most simple and direct way.

Facing the martial arts honed by Mo Yu for thousands of years, their sword skills were as immature as children in kindergarten.

And when they wanted to retreat, Mo Yu seemed to have pre-read their movements, striding forward and stabbing forward.

The gun flower hit Siegfried in the heart, but because it was a frontal blow, he blocked the shot with the dragon's blood armor.

If he didn't have the blood armor to protect him, he would have died just now.

However, his own magic power was almost exhausted, and those who were hit by this spear retreated a few steps.

But soon Siegfried discovered that after Mo Yu fired the gun, his feet danced wildly like a ghost, knocking him back at an incredible angle and unable to maintain his balance, and at the same time, he actually circled behind him.

Oops!

As soon as this thought came up, a familiar pain hit her back.

The severe pain caused by the fatal blow to the heart made him instantly recall the sword before he died.

It was very similar to Yijian back then, but different.

He is a soldier, and his destiny is to die on the battlefield. If the only regret in life is what is it, it is probably not being able to fight and die like a soldier. If he can fight to the end with someone, even if he loses, he will be Never regret it.

Facing Mo Yu's blow, he found that he had no other thoughts other than marveling at his inferior skills, and even felt a little satisfied and grateful.

It's not a loss to be able to die in this kind of hidden frontal gun that seems to be unpretentious and unpretentious, but has endless killing intent.

Just as he was thinking this way, the spear that pierced his heart from behind was pulled out by Mo Yu in front of him with a spin.

Siegfried knelt down powerlessly on the ground, the spirit base was pierced by a blow, and he had no strength to fight anymore.

But Mo Yu hasn't finished his battle yet.

The long spear stained with dragon blood already has the ability to break through the triple reinforcement of St. George. When Mo Yu stabbed St. George again, the dragon-slaying paladin didn't even parry for a round, and was easily pierced by Mo Yu again The spirit foundation lay powerlessly on the ground, its pure white cloak was stained red with blood, forming a bright red blood flower.

From the opening of the enchantment to the present, it took them a few minutes to suppress Mo Yu and push him to a desperate situation.But in just a dozen seconds, the situation was instantly reversed, and the battle was ended neatly.

They were even a little stunned, and they were already defeated.

Chapter 67 Something is wrong with you

La Pucelle

The red lotus karmic fire that can purify everything completely devoured the dark girl.

As an EX-level special attack Noble Phantasm, its destructive power cannot be measured by conventional values. This flame will only cause damage to the target that she thinks must be defeated. It cannot be used if it is driven by emotions such as purely powerful enemies or hatred. .

With a sense of mission to save humanity, Bai Zhende chose to deny her other self.

But what she didn't expect was that since Joan of Arc was another her, the two were destined to have a relationship.

Fate made the two of them enemies, but Joan of Arc still persisted in waving her own dark fire before being swallowed by the flames.

The moment the two flames merged, a strange but familiar memory emerged in Bai Zhende's mind.

That was her life in the country.

Became the king of children in the village, enjoying the respectful eyes of all the children...

With a face of resentment, he reimbursed the expenses of a man who only eats rice.....

Instigated by the troublesome old mother at home, she almost made a fool of herself...

Memories of embarrassment, embarrassment and anger surged in my mind like scenes from movies.

A good life is like the one she had when she was a little girl, which made her yearn for it infinitely.

Unknowingly, the film ended one after another, and reached the last scene.

Bai Zhende's smile stopped abruptly.

The evil spell shrouded the whole village, everyone in the village was cursed, some people turned into half monsters, and some people were in great pain.

Her mother, father, and younger brother were all sacrificed to the ritual, and in the middle of the village, a very familiar white-haired magician appeared.

Francois Prelati

"heresy!"

Even the calm Bai Zhende couldn't hide the anger in his heart at this time.

Memory so far.

What happened next can be guessed without even thinking about it.

If the final tragedy hadn't happened, perhaps the girl who replaced her would have lived in that village for the rest of her life, spending the rest of her life in peace, no longer obsessed with the betrayal and slander in her lifetime, and chose to fight against fate in this way and create a white life. The experience and future that Joan of Arc did not make 'Joan of Arc' no longer a saint, but another brand new person.

But in the end she still came, stood in front of him, and was wiped out by him.

fate

Joan of Arc has always considered things that are essential to maintaining the stability of human nature, but at this time she is playing tricks on her.