Chapter 456: Shooting Down Hundreds of Heads, Reappearing!

Chapter 457 Shoot 100 Heads, Reappear!

The night sky was filled with a faint glow, and a small sound like rain dancing in the wind was heard. However, that was not a gentle drizzle. It was the God of Wildness seeking sacrifices, sprinkling a rainstorm called disaster on the earth.

Across the time that was enough to make the golden body decay and the statue wither, the gods responded to Atalanta's request, so the grace and anger of the gods crossed the night sky, pulling down the fleeting brilliant stars. In the sacredness and destruction that came in front of them, the running androids and puppets stopped and looked up at the same time, capturing the shocking beauty at the last moment of their lives.

It was a meteor, shining in the sky, a blue rain of falling stars.

The stars were so beautiful, as if they were telling the ignorant newborn the fleeting but brilliant truth.

Ah, if it could end in such a beautiful ending——

With such thoughts in mind, the androids and puppets were shot by the light arrows without any resistance, their bodies were torn apart, their consciousness was covered by the starlight, and they welcomed their death willingly. Although the servants resisted the attacks by dodging, blocking, or rebounding, the battle line had been completely disrupted.

"Uh ah ah ah!" Frankenstein, who was mixed in the soldiers, stood out from the crowd. She hit the treasure in her hand, "Virgin's Chastity", hard, and golden lightning boiled out, swallowing up the starlight from bottom to top, offsetting the remaining power of Atalanta's treasure.

And then, Vlad III squeezed his horse's belly, and the puppet horse obediently jumped up, passing over the bodies of the black androids and puppets, and over the discharging Frankenstein, the Grand Duke of Wallachia faced thousands of skeletons and began to charge!

"Come on, barbarians who have invaded my land, the time of punishment has come!"

Since the battle over the Red Berserker, perhaps Vlad III has been suppressing his anger, and now, the anger he has accumulated for so long will turn into an incomparable fire, and will be sprinkled on the Red Army that is approaching without reservation.

"Mercy and anger will turn into burning iron stakes and pierce through thoroughly!"

The face of the Black Lancer was stained with the omen of killing, the moonlight was obscured by the black single rider, and only blood could leave color on this deep curtain.

Treat the enemy and pierce it, treat the treasure, and respond with the same treasure!

"——Kaziklu Bey!"

The dark spirit began to spread, and the Dragon Fang soldiers reflexively looked at their feet——In an instant, countless slender rafters broke out of the ground around them, piercing their bodies one by one. Rustle... Those are thorns, those are trees, the rafters are the slender trunks, and the leaves and branches are the skeletons.

The dark archduke held a spear in his hand, standing in the sharp piercing hell, grinning silently.

Only three seconds had passed since the treasure was activated, and the five hundred dragon tooth soldiers were wiped out in an instant, but the anger of the King of Punishment had not stopped. The dark punishment continued to spread, moving straight towards the sky garden, and then-soaring into the sky!

Those were the fangs formed by countless rafters, united as one!

The moonlight was pierced, and bright red blood flowed out. The battle between Atalanta and Frankenstein's treasures had not yet dissipated. In the flying blue and golden light spots, the devil's claws broke out of the ground, quickly multiplied to a huge length of thousands of meters, and pierced straight into the sky garden!

"Can they afford such consumption?!" The empress sitting in the courtyard couldn't help but lose her voice. Even if the legend of the Black Lancer and his treasure can create such a magnificent momentum, the magic power consumption generated is undoubtedly huge, enough to drain a first-class magician.

Could it be that the leader of the black side intends to kill the sky garden in one fell swoop, even at the cost of endurance? !

How unwise, but how breathtaking!

Perhaps third-rate people will feel panic, but the servants of the red side are all famous heroes. Even Shakespeare, who is powerless, laughs at Vlad III's attack with ease.

Atalanta, who was watching the scene with an extremely cold expression, turned around and announced:

"My first strike is now complete. It's your turn, Rider."

"Okay!"

Achilles slapped his knees and stood up with a happy expression, but found that the black-robed young man beside him, Assassin Shuoyue, also stood up at the same time, and his expression suddenly became unhappy.

"Shuoyue, are you trying to take away my pleasure as a forward?"

Faced with the questioning of the great Greek hero, the assassin responded with a calm but murderous smile.

"No, please forgive me, Achilles - how can I turn a blind eye to such a provocation?"

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Watching the scene that was like a reappearance of a mythological epic, Shuoyue's war-loving heart became more restless than ever before, and reached its peak at the moment when Vlad III used his treasure to provoke.

Even if the assassin's job strengthened Shuoyue's certain characteristics, in essence, he was still the madman who longed for battle.

"He was severely injured by me, and his botched assassination was exposed by me. He had to hide in the fortress like a stray dog." Staring at the rapidly advancing rafters, Shuoyue did not hide his contempt for the Black Lancer. "——How dare a Heroic Spirit like him, who is just filling in the numbers, challenge me!"

Shocked, even the Red team did not expect Shuoyue to make such a statement. The battlefield in front of him seemed to have stimulated his genes, making the young man tear off his scheming appearance and expose his hideous inner self.

Or, the messenger of Hades should be like his god, deep and indifferent, harsh and arrogant. That is the essence of the god who sits on the throne and judges the world of death.

Atalanta's animal ears shook slightly, thinking about something, and Achilles laughed out loud after a brief surprise:

"Hahaha, very good! Shuoyue, I recognize you, then follow me to go out! Let's declare war on the Black team completely!"

"Of course!"

The assassin responded with a smile that was as arrogant as Achilles's. For the first time, he did not hide his magic chanting, spread his hands, and called out loudly for the long-lost weapons.

"Trace——On!!! (Projection unfolds)"

Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, the spirit particles gathered and outlined rugged lines. The huge axe sword that was taller than a human was revealed in front of the red servant, the Greek hero!

"This is——!" Atalanta, who had fought with Hercules as an Argonaut, widened her eyes. Unprecedented emotions hit her heart, making her whole body tremble. "Hercules' weapon!!!"

"You mean?!" Achilles turned his head in disbelief, and saw the black-robed young man carrying the axe sword on his shoulders. Obviously, the proportion of the man and the weapon was not harmonious, but in his hands, there was a different impact.

"Let's go, Achilles!" Laughing loudly, the young man's black robe fluttered, facing the storm in the sky, he began to run forward, and just jumped down from the sky courtyard.

"Let us fight the black side to the death until the end of the world and the earth!"

Just like that, he stretched out his body and fell, fell, and fell without fear - until the hands holding the axe and sword touched the huge rafters stabbed by Vlad III!

The moment he touched the rafters, the young man laughed unscrupulously and liberated the school inherited from the projected memory, which was at the peak of mythology.

"Shoot a hundred heads! (Nine Lives)"

Those were nine rays of light that penetrated the sky and the earth! That was an unparalleled brilliance that mortals could not reach!

There was a roar, and the loud noise tore the heavy night curtain apart, turning into a rumbling thunder like the wrath of God, spreading in all directions, and the whole sky and the whole earth shook violently.

The order of time and space collapsed, the power of fantasy was defeated by humans, and the axe sword shining with cold light roared, as if its former owner had raised it again, facing the top fantasy beast Hydra, and slashed out a sword that even he could not surpass!

There was a cold flame burning in the depths of the rainbow-colored magic eye. Under the incredible gaze of Vlad III, the rafters that should have proliferated infinitely were broken, and his proud conceptual armament was defeated. Only one slash that spoke of the ultimate martial arts turned into nine slashes, exorcising all things in the universe, and even the piercing punishment that broke through the sky!

In the fragmented death vision, the twisted lines were erased, the concepts died wailing, and the Tower of Babel that reached the sky collapsed!

"Transformed by the Boundless Realm, Mystic Eyes of Death." The axe and sword dissipated contentedly, and Shuoyue opened his arms like a flying bird, whispering the name of his own Noble Phantasm in a leap of faith. Behind him, a great hero laughed loudly, driving a chariot powered by three war horses, waving the reins, and the neighing of the horses with rumbling muscles and bones immediately shook the sky above the entire battlefield.

In the sound of broken glass, the black night sky revealed green, bursting out the agile posture of the cavalry, that was an emerald green meteor, that was the fastest and strongest stream of light in the Greek era!

"Come on, the battle has begun! I, Red Rider - I will lead the charge now!"

The chariot galloped and passed by Shuoyue who was falling freely. The two warriors who burned the same fighting blood smiled at each other, passed by each other, and moved towards a common goal.

Red Rider, Achilles.

Blue Assassin, Shuoyue.

Go to battle!