The mental image of the world has completely lost its original appearance.
Fire, swords, and foreign seawater form the general framework of the world, but it is not just that.
Wei Gong was breathing heavily, and the clouds in his hand slowly dissipated.
Around him, the space was already covered with cracks.
This is the result of the impact of power.
The frontal impact of the two Tiancongyun almost broke the already strengthened inherent barrier.
In front of him was the panting Susano'o, with blood flowing all over his body.
However, one life was saved in the end.
"Why, it's obviously a weapon made by mortals.
Although it has divinity, it can't even block the real Tian Congyun."
That's right, just now, Aman Congyun, who was a subordinate god, blocked this shocking blow, and Susanoo was spared.
Otherwise, Susanoo's fate would have been even worse.
It is unimaginable that the Sword of Amancongyun was obtained by Susano-o from the tail of Yamato no Orochi, and it was also his weapon.
The Amancongyun created by Senko Muramasa is just a fake no matter how you look at it.
It is impossible to compare with myself. what is going on "Still haven't thought about it yet?"
The surrounding space gradually fragmented, and the mental world was no longer able to be maintained, or in other words, it was no longer necessary to maintain it.
"Perhaps in your eyes, that knife is just a fake made by mortals, but in my eyes, this knife embodies the lifelong obsession of a legendary knife maker.
This knife is Tian Congyun , but it does not belong to you Tian Congyun.
This knife has always belonged to the knifemaker, and I just borrowed it. " The surrounding space gradually shattered, revealing the gray scene outside.
Susano'o's body fell to the ground.
The same goes for Emiya.
The heavy rain is still dripping, and the world is still a gray scene.
"Tian Congyun is just a weapon to you, but the belief that mortals spend their whole lives is sometimes more terrifying than gods.
Such incidents have happened countless times."
"That seems to be the case.
I didn't expect that human beings, who are as weak as ants, can actually have such power."
"So, do you still want to continue?"
Emiya said calmly.
Susanoo has not lost his fighting ability.
As the God of Steel, his defense is extremely strong, and his injuries are not as serious as what appears on his body.
It is certain that he still has the ability to fight again.
"Forget it, forget it, as an old guy I have completely lost.
However, think about it, Emiya Shirou, I am in the secluded world.
I can escape here in a moment.
Your barrier has just Broken, even if it is used again, there needs to be a time buffer, how about we sit down and talk about it."
"Do you think it's possible, Susano'o, don't think you can escape in the underworld.
After all, if you want to kill someone, you have to use more than just cutting off the head with a knife."
The atmosphere of danger is permeating, and there is a feeling of eagerness to try.
At the same time, in another inherent barrier.
"Why are there so many weird guys lately?
You zombie man, just get down here."
Mordred, who was wearing heavy armor, waved the royal sword in his hand and attacked the skinny old monk in front of him.
Although the skinny old monk only became a Buddha in the flesh, and was inferior to the God Killer and the God of Disobedience, but if we only compare the strength, he is still stronger than the ordinary followers.
However, there are exceptions to everything.
Among the Knights of the Round Table, most of the famous ones are top-notch servants.
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Even if Bedivere has a low force value, it is only relatively speaking.
After all, there are a pair of monsters among the Knights of the Round Table. , Moreover, Bedivere with the Silver Arm is not necessarily much weaker.
In addition, within the inherent barrier, their combat effectiveness has been further strengthened.
Under such circumstances, it is not impossible to deal with a physical being who has become a Buddha.
However, Mordred seemed to dislike the skinny old monk and volunteered to challenge him in a duel.
Arturia agreed to the request without comment.
Just like that, a group of knights stood nearby, watching the battle in front of them.
"Very good guy.
The cultivation skills of the people in the East are far more sophisticated than we imagined."
"But that can only end here.
Mordred's power is beyond his ability to compete with.
As long as he sees the time and releases the Noble Phantasm, he can be completely eliminated.
What's more, if he offends the king, he should not be allowed to do so in the first place. " There were whispers on the surrounding walls, and the Knights of the Round Table looked at the scene in front of them with interest.
However, there are a few people whose attention is not here.
Lancelot was in a strange state, looking to the left from time to time.
This actually doesn't matter.
The key point is that every time he looks to the left, a harsh gaze will cut into him in just one second.
This happened several times in a row.
"Father, spying on women is not a quality that a Knight of the Round Table should have.
For that kind of person, Master Merlin is enough in Camelot.
No more is needed."
The mocking words came from the mouth of the knight holding the shield beside Lancelot.
As Galahad, who didn't get along very well with his father, he was quite aware of his father's problem.
"Of course I know, you don't need to remind me about this."
After coughing slightly awkwardly, Lancelot replied.
To the left of Lancelot, next to Agguiwen, the princess with glass eyes was standing there, being guarded by the Knights of the Round Table.
It seems that she was able to recognize herself very well.
After coming to this inherent barrier and feeling that she was cut off from the world, she simply surrendered.
After all, even as a divine ancestor, she was not that strong in terms of strength alone, not to mention that she was already shocked by the scene before her.
The pure white city belongs to the legend of King Arthur.
The Knights of the Round Table and Camelot, scenes that only appeared in myths, actually appeared before her eyes at this moment.
But that wasn't what shocked her.
Everything in this barrier did not give her a feeling of power.
In other words, everything in front of her belonged to the eighth king.
Everything indicates that Artoria is the legendary king.
Why doesn't this shock her?
At this time, the battle in the duel field had come to an end.
It ended with the fall of the skinny old monk and Mordred's victory.
Immediately afterwards, Arturia, who was sitting on the throne, waved her hand, and the barrier disappeared, and the Knights of the Round Table and herself who were guarding the two appeared in the underworld.
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