Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion - Chapter 230
Roland’s figure instantly disappeared in place, and an icy voice came from Mithra’s side. The steel body that was eager to fight made Mithra react quickly, but he still couldn’t avoid that which was faster than lightning. stab.
Roland’s eyes shone with a dark red light, and only afterimages with light traces were left in the action. His mouth was already covered with sharp fangs, like bats, but deeper and darker wings were in his mouth. Expand behind.
This is the wings gathered by pure darkness, so in this dark domain, his speed should surpass the thunder and surpass the light of light.
No matter how sharp Mithra’s intuition was or how fast he reacted to dodge, it was all in vain, because when he felt the danger, Roland’s attack had already come, and he waved his claws like a beast. The phalanx broke out of the body and turned into a sharp long knife. During the continuous rotation, the reflection of light blocked the trajectory of the blade, leaving only the fantastic colors of the rainbow.
Simple and rude steel is not cost-effective to deal with with power.
In particular, Mithra’s blessed steel body has reached its peak, and can even resist the curse given by the evil of this world. Roland even suspected that compared with the last king, he just lacked that position. Just the power given.
With the concept of steel expressed by Mithra, when fate chooses the last king, he is definitely one of the candidates.
The opponent’s fighting wisdom is also very strong. After realizing that he will also face the attack of Roland’s deterioration in this world, he decisively gave up the plan to use Ahura’s shelter to defeat the enemy with one blow, or to reverse the situation. , but choose to bless yourself and slowly break the game.
However, there is no real absolute in the world.
Roland’s heart was very clear. In terms of power and spirituality, none of the Mithra of the Savior was comparable to his own. No matter how he calculated, the final outcome was the same.
The curse may not have much effect on Mithra, but it has a great effect on Roland. Mithra can use the power of magic to call Ahura to bless himself, can’t Roland use the power of Angora Mainu to improve himself? ?
In terms of head-to-head, Roland has never been afraid of anyone.
The kingdom of shadows, the ultimate creature, the **** of disobedience, and the power of a substitute?
This kind of battle is more in line with his heart!
Roland shouted the spirit of words: “The curse is like clothing, like water into the gut, like oil into the marrow, and under all blood and darkness, up to Ersi, only follow my god’s name.”
The dark evil of this world surged on Roland’s body, roaring, black snakes, circling, weaving, and finally turning into a gorgeous robe, making Roland’s body burn with a divine light.
The dark breath hits Mithra’s steel. If it is a conventional **** of disobedience, when he sees this cursed garment, his heart will be swallowed up by chaos, and he will lose himself and fall into a short-lived madness, even if it is Mith. Pull, the negative emotions in the bottom of my heart can’t be restrained.
It is my duty to cut down the evil, and it is my instinct to guide the light. Why should I run, and how can I retreat in front of such an old enemy?
The effect of the Cursed Clothes made it possible to resist Roland’s attack, and then quickly dodged, choosing to use the immortality of steel to repair and stop the loss. The trivial emotion in Mithra’s heart was ignited, and the blood surged, revealing an angry expression. The expression, actually directly raised the spear in his hand and chose to fight.
The claws landed on his spear like this, cutting off the white-silver streamer and touching Mithra’s neck.
“Crack–!!!”
Like harvesting steel with a chainsaw, dazzling sparks erupted between Roland’s sharp claws and Mithra’s neck friction. The concept is just a pure and powerful attack, and its many resistances are not effective. In this attack that only has a few milliseconds, only pure defense is left.
After a while, the epidermis of Mithra’s neck made a crisp cracking sound, and it was cut by Roland’s sharp claws. If it hadn’t been resisted by the steel after the blessing, Mithra’s head would have been cut off directly. , thus returning to the myth.
But even if he escaped the fate of death, he still had to take the injury from this fatal blow.
“Pfft-“
The sound of the flesh being cut recalled that the sharp claws sank into Mithra’s neck, twisting from the scarlet scar, trying to move forward as much as possible. Even with the fatal injury, the properties of steel still gave Mithra its strength. Here comes a powerful continuation of the battle.
He swept out the broken spear, and the sun wheel that exploded like aggression exploded in a small distance between him and Roland, and the air wave caused by the explosion interrupted this torture-like battle. , Mithra, like a meteor, fell into the quagmire of the evil of this world, and endless maliciousness penetrated into his wound, aggravating his pain and worsening his injury as much as possible.
Under such a series of attacks, Mithra also hesitated for a second because of the pain, before pulling out the silver-white dagger around his waist, and letting the sun’s rays protect him.
And in the sky, Roland’s disdainful voice just came.
“Is this the so-called hero of steel? That’s it? It seems that the real tough part of yours is that mouth for boasting, but it will disappear soon,”
The black-winged Demon Lord looked at Mithra, who was dying, with a cold gaze, and showed a cruel smile.
“—after I ripped it to pieces.”
Mithra gasped. His current state is very poor. Although the resilience brought by the Undead God of Steel is healing his wounds, the curse that spread from the wound has greatly slowed down the speed of this healing, not to mention Mention the side effects of those curses.
Like thousands of locusts gnawing at their own flesh and blood, the numb and sharp pain hit Mithra’s spirit wave after wave.
He suddenly realized that today’s battle seems to be completely different from what he expected?
Shouldn’t this be a cordial conversation between old enemies, a battle between life and death, enough to rewrite the history of the battle of good and evil? How did he get beaten all the time?
At this point, the proud Mithra didn’t even have the energy to refute Roland’s contempt. Compared to the other party’s easy attitude, he really had no right to speak.
He even noticed a trace of pity in Roland’s indifferent attitude.
After he said that the victory of good over evil is a doomed destiny, the slightest mercy continued to deepen~www.mtlnovel.com~ This made Mithra, who was the savior and adhered to Zoroastrian teachings, seemed to be simply a insult.
But now, he has calmed down.
For a warrior, as long as he is not dead, insults will only make his fighting spirit burn.
Just let you be proud of yourself, Angola Manuel.
Mithra raised her golden eyes and scanned the surroundings.
The forces of darkness have grown enormously. This area has been infested with evil, and it is the opponent’s home field. Start by changing this environment and change the situation of the battle.
The first step is to start by calling someone.
“Religious, benevolent and benevolent patron! Only Ahura can do justice to the world, and what he thinks and thinks is exactly my desire! The strongest and most powerful of the people, answer my call, Come and help!”
(The spirit of words is really difficult to make up. I have been watching Avesta of Zoroastrianism for the past two days. However, after the physical examination today, it has a wonderful sense of tranquility when I am very tired.)