Chapter 1148 Twelve Holy Guns, Pull Out the Anchor!

Arturia, who just wanted to pretend to be a wave of her life, was pushed away at the last moment.

Arturia was dumbfounded when she saw the figure of the person who pushed her away.

The person who appeared in front of her had exactly the same appearance as her, but his expression was cold, and he had a sense of nobility and majesty that was completely different from hers and could only be seen from a distance but not played with.

It's impossible for Arturia not to know her!

Although she took off the crown and veil compared to the last time we met, but just looking at her figure, she can understand everything!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?!"

Arturia was stunned.

"Why did it appear here?"

Although she knew that the queen was definitely not dead, she never expected that she would jump out at such a time!

Difficult, could it be that you can't bear to see me disappear...?

"Hmph, it's not because you're too good at it."

Her Majesty the Queen gave her a cold look.

There was no pity or pity in her eyes, it was as cold as ice.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Artoria bowed on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the imaginative heart was awakened by the cold eyes.

Fortunately, for a moment, she felt that His Majesty might have compatriot feelings towards her, but thinking about how it was possible, the two of them had memories of pan-human history, and it was impossible for them to be together from the very beginning.

"However, although it is not very good, the courage is commendable."

The queen turned around, glanced sideways at her, and said coldly.

I agree with your will to defeat the curse god at the cost of sacrificing yourself just now.

That's what Queen means.

Artoria's face flushed slightly, she was a little surprised, and then smiled a little shyly.

"Boom, rumble, rumble—!!"

At this time, the extremely violent magic cannon fell from the sky like a meteorite.

The shelling that stretched for dozens of kilometers pierced through Camelot in the blink of an eye, blasting into the distant sky.

Camelot suddenly trembled violently, the entire city was almost shattered, and even the two people in the palace couldn't stand still for a while.

Fortunately, because the curse god was too high, this blow did not hit the palace.

"Where's Jiang Li?"

After recovering, Artoria's expression changed immediately.

She looked in the direction of the cursed god, but only saw a dissipated black smoke. Jiang Li, who broke into the cursed hand before, couldn't even sense any magical reaction now.

Artoria's complexion turned pale immediately, and a bad premonition filled her heart.

"It's not your turn to worry about him yet."

At this moment when everyone is worried about Jiang Li's situation, only the queen is not in a hurry.

"Get out of the way, my Britain is mine to guard."

Before Artoria could react, Morgan strode forward.

Not seeing any movement from her, Arturia felt that the connection between herself, the Jade Throne and the Holy Lance was completely broken, and the burning pain in her body gradually faded away.

"Om—!"

At this moment, a majestic magic power like a mountain roar and a tsunami escaped from Morgan's body!

As if cheering for the king's return, Jade Throne unreservedly delivered his magic power to the Queen.

Facing the scouring of the vast ocean of magical power, the Queen showed no fear.

Her back was straight, as if her pride could pierce the clouds.

Her face was as cold as winter, as if her heart had already been frozen.

Facing the gigantic curse god, the gigantic body exuding a terrifying pressure like the sky falling, Morgan's heart did not see any waves.

"Although it is dilapidated Britain, it is still my homeland for six thousand years."

In front of him was the giant furry body of the curse god.

Morgan's slender body stood in front of the remaining seats, a slight sigh appeared in the eyes looking up at the giant body.

"I don't need to speak any more—sacrifice to the gods, let's go!"

As of now, it is impossible to tell right from wrong.

Or, there is no need to distinguish between right and wrong now.

There is only hatred and destruction between each other!

Then even if there are thousands of words, just condense them into this blow!

"The Twelve Holy Lances, pull out the anchor—!"

"O gun at the end, block the world! Use this blow to judge—Rhongomyniad!!!"

Endless light filled the eyes.

Infinite magical power turns into a torrent of light that locks the world!

Immeasurable light spewed out from the Twelve Holy Lances, rolled up the storm at the end of the world, turned into a point, and roared towards the curse god who was riddled with endless resentment!

The tower at the end appeared in front of everyone in the form of a spell.

The torrent of light was like a comet raiding, blasting the curse god's shell in the blink of an eye!

The roaring torrent of magic power was non-stop, like a world-exterminating flood washing the earth, destroying the flesh of the cursed god along with the curse!

Under this unstoppable blow.

The thousands-meter-thick shell of the curse god was finally completely stripped off!

In the center of His body, a light source several people tall was exposed in front of everyone's eyes. Even though the light source was impregnated by the curse, it still emitted a gentle light.

And in the center of the divine core, a silhouette of a human is looming.

"It's now!"

Above the Great Cave.

The mist scattered everywhere gathered together like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, condensing into the figure of a demonic vampire.

He flapped his wings without hesitation, and his figure shot out like a missile!

A golden lightsaber with a silver magic light wrapped around its blade appeared in his hand——

"Clang!"

In a melodious roar.

The blade of the sword sliced ​​through butter like a hot knife, and passed through the divine core in the blink of an eye.

A thin silvery white line floated on it.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "click", and the divine core shattered.

The red figure that fell out of it was caught by Jiang Li and quickly moved away.

The curse god whose core was shattered, had a heavy body.

Silently, the mantra on his body was like burnt charcoal, and when the wind blew, it turned into black ash that covered the sky and slowly floated to the unknown sky.

Not a word was spoken.

There was no whine or sigh.

I don't know if I can't, or I don't want to.

The figure of the curse god finally merged into the wind.

Watching the curse god dissipate, Jiang Li prayed for him from the bottom of his heart.

"If there are still souls left, I hope you will not encounter creatures like goblins in the future."

After counting the entire Fairy Kingdom, perhaps the most innocent person is this Celtic beast god.

However, for the goodwill released by others, not everyone will choose to return the same goodwill, and sometimes, it will only usher in unreasonable malice.

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Thus, the great crisis that threatened the world was finally resolved.

The God of Curses was defeated, and the tide of curses accumulated in the cave became rootless duckweed, which would soon disappear with this strange world.

Holding Bawanxi in his arms, Jiang Li returned to the edge of the cave.

Bawanxi had already passed out, and the smell of corpses on her body was so strong that she wanted to spit food.

Jiang Li kicked her ass.

"If it weren't for you, why would it be so troublesome!"

Jiang Li was secretly annoyed.

If Bawanxi hadn't somehow become the core of the Cursing God, he would have defeated the Cursing God alone, and there wouldn't be so many things behind!