Chapter 550: The Merciful Lord Has No Protection

Silver snowflakes fall, dancing like countless butterflies.

The sun hung high in the sky, emitting a cold light, coating the white snowfield with a layer of gold, and there was a vast outline of the castle in the distance. Apart from this, it is no longer possible to distinguish between heaven and earth, north, south, and east.

Stepping into this snowfield is like wandering into a mysterious fairyland, a quiet fairy tale country. The scenery is really too clear, and it is the form of a pure soul that can only be possessed without any pollution.

However, the arrival of uninvited guests broke the tranquility here.

The wind and frost were like knives, and the dazzling aurora stung the eyes of the heroic spirits. When their vision finally recovered, they saw countless sword blades on the ground, reflecting the cold light like snow.

Inherent barrier·Infinite sword system.

Mainly projection magic, supplemented by displacement magic, a miraculous magic that condenses the mental landscape into one project chant - after finishing the Thunder Sky Tower, this is the second 'meal' that Shuo Yue uses to entertain everyone. !

"So that's it, this is Shuo Yue's plan, we fell into the trap." Semiramis is worthy of being a demigod in the age of gods. She looked at the murderous surroundings and Shuo Yue in the distance, and quickly understood the cause and effect, " He is waiting for Ruler to release the Noble Phantasm and wait for the opportunity for us to gather together, so that we can catch them all in one fell swoop."

"But why didn't he use this magic from the beginning? Wouldn't it be more powerful if the magic of crackling thunder was combined with this place?" Mordred asked, and the empress responded with a cold sneer at such a novice question.

"Are you an idiot? This is Shuo Yue's mental landscape. Do you like to put such dangerous things into your body?"

"Who would do this!" Before Mordred could get angry, Joan of Arc took a step forward and held the holy flag horizontally again, speaking solemnly.

"Attention, a new offensive is coming!"

As soon as the words fell, the snowfield buzzed, and one sword after another rose up from the ground, adjusted its direction in mid-air, and aimed at the heroes. In the depressing atmosphere that could make people lose their voices, the black-robed young man Gu Jing Raising his hand without any waves.

"Start attacking."

A sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded in the wind. Thousands of weapons received the master's instructions. Without hesitation, with the momentum of common death, they shot out in pursuit of each other, flying towards Joan of Arc and others in a mighty manner. .

The light burned her eyes, and in a daze, Joan felt like she was trapped in the battlefield of the past. The ambushing enemies roared and made soul-stirring roars, trying to ruthlessly take away their lives and kill them. .

Protect your compatriots, this is the duty of a judge and a saint.

But--

Her flag is on the verge of collapse. If this continues, Ruler Joan of Arc will lose her strongest shield, and the only thing left is the forbidden treasure...

The battle will not stop because of Joan's hesitation. Many weapons are already approaching, and the first one to ignite is a reassuring flame.

The Immortal Blade was swung, and under Karna's superb control, tens of meters of fire lines spread out in a mighty manner. The scorching temperature melted ordinary soldiers into molten iron. Even the imitation of the precious phantom was consumed. All mysterious, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Then leave the other side to me!"

Mordred roughly wiped away the blood on her cheek - it was a wound left during the battle with the Shadow Servant. She gripped the sword tightly and slashed upward with a roar!

The red thunder cut through the snow and wind, like a giant's thick arm, easily knocking away obstacles along the way. With the girl's heroic laughter, the arm made of blood-red lightning clenched and struck straight forward. , destroyed countless soldiers and equipment, and single-handedly cleared Haiyan Heqing wherever he could see.

On one side, the son of the Sun God ignited the flames, preventing the sword from entering even half a step; on the other side, there was a rebellious knight calling for red thunder, easily defeating the storm of swords. Although the performance of the two servants was outstanding, there was no joy on Jeanne's face, because the light reflected in this snowfield was not just simple snowflakes:

"Empress, is there any way you can break the inherent barrier?"

"Of course not." Semiramis immediately gave a frustrating conclusion, "If you want to break the inherent barrier, in addition to consuming all the master's magic power, the only thing left is to use targeted Noble Phantasms. One kind, which is the anti-realm Noble Phantasm.”

"Anti-realm Noble Phantasm? Empress, I remember your 'Sky Garden of Vanity'..."

"That is indeed the anti-realm Noble Phantasm. As long as I stand in the sky garden of Babylon, I will be the absolute master -" the empress drawled angrily, "But Shuo Yue has locked me into his world. , that is to say, my power has expired.”

"Hey, that means there's nothing we can do!" Mordred was a little irritable. "Damn it, my magic power is limited! Is there any shiny guy or a fox who likes to sell arms to help us? !”

"By the way, after entering the inherent barrier, my connection with the spiritual veins has also been severed. Now I use the pre-stored magic power to resist." Karna ignored Xiao Mo's nonsense and said indifferently, "No more If you continue to squander like this, it will disappear in two minutes due to the exhaustion of magic power."

"Can you say this in a tone that has nothing to do with you?" Joan of Arc was shocked. The current situation cannot afford to lose another servant. "If it really comes to that time, I can use the Command Seal... ah."

The saint's words stopped abruptly. The empress and Xiao Mo looked over curiously, only to find that Jeanne covered her mouth with a guilty expression as if she had said the wrong thing.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, let's get back to the topic." The person who answered was not Jeanne, but Karna, "For the current crisis, my suggestion is to kill Shuoyue before your magic power is exhausted."

"Agree."

"...Okay."

"Add one."

As early as the beginning of the decisive battle, Shuoyue had already shown everyone his unreasonable magic power, so everyone automatically skipped the first method proposed by the empress and unanimously passed Karna's plan.

At present, the only way for them to escape is to defeat the owner of the inherent barrier.

"Then, let's get started."

Accompanied by Karna's order, Shuoyue, who had always kept his distance, once again glimpsed the holy golden light, which was like the headlights on the front of a speeding chariot, getting closer and closer to him--

"Oh? Are you going to fight to the death?"

Seeing this, Shuoyue did not hesitate. The countless weapons in the Snow Country moved as he wished, no longer splashing in all directions, but gathered into a beam, following the same trajectory, tit-for-tat towards the charge direction of Jeanne and others.

Ding Ding Dang Dang, boom!

The platinum-colored steel dragon pounced, its scales were the edge of the blade, its dragon head was the sharp edge of the sword, and its roar was the symphony formed by the collision of countless weapons!

"Um, um um um!" Jeanne clenched her teeth, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the violent power was transmitted along the holy flag, almost breaking her wrist.

The durability of the holy flag has reached a limit, and it can no longer fully withstand the damage. The tide of swords summoned by Shuoyue is not something that can be resisted by simple will. Fortunately, as heroes with brilliant light, they have fantasy weapons that match their spiritual will.

"Relay, Mordred!" The holy flag in front of Jeanne dimmed, and the wings of the seraph behind her spread out, "Command with the last command spell, release the treasure, Red Saber!"

"Received!" The rebellious knights came out of the crowd, and the light on the king's sword was entangled like thunder.

"I am not the king, but the one who follows the king. For the peace of the king, I will drive away all the enemies!"

"The chant has changed...?" Shuoyue, who was not far away, frowned. Before he could figure out what was going on, Mordred had already swung a powerful sword.

"Rebellion against my magnificent father (Clarent Blood Arthur)!"

There is no doubt that this is the release of the Noble Phantasm with all its strength. The blade burning with huge flames slashed forward, and the torrent of light burst out straight forward, rather breaking than bending, with an indomitable momentum, destroying the armed dragon with overwhelming force.

Thousands of soldiers were slashed away with one slash.

The sky was full of sharp debris, cutting through the heroes' armor and scratching their skin, but no one cared about this insignificant matter. The heroes raised their heads and watched with expectation as the sword that combined the Command Spell and Mordred's full magic power cut through everything that stood in the way, and rushed straight to the face of the young man in countless broken sounds.

Defeat him! Shoot him down!

The beating of the heart was so intense that whether it was Jeanne d'Arc or the Queen, Mordred knew in their hearts that this was their last chance, a ray of hope to defeat the Blue side, win the Holy Grail, or save the world.

If such attacks cannot defeat the enemy in front of them, then they will be torn into pieces in endless anger and become a few dry bones frozen in the world of mind images.

No matter what the reason or what the ideal is, at this moment, Jeanne and others have an unprecedented wish - that is to defeat Shuoyue and break the fatal inherent barrier!

The calm face fell apart under the light of magic. Facing Mordred's anti-city treasure, Shuoyue's heart was at its highest level of alarm, but even so, he still did not move his feet. After the fake cold mask was broken, the expression on his face was a smile.

"My king, someone claims to expel me for your peace."

"Humph, ridiculous."

The aura that was colder than ice and snow fell and embedded in the black armor, turning into wind-dried blood and an insoluble curse entangled with each other. The king with golden hair and golden eyes appeared beside the young man, and cast a contemptuous glance at Jeanne and others who were shocked and speechless below, and the magic beam rushing towards them.

Heavy magic burst out from the holy spear in her hand - terrifying and solemn, with a thousand times more awe, ten thousand times more sacredness and a million times more ferocity!

For example, the endless roaring storm and the indelible disaster.

"Released from the end, it is the wrath of the storm that tears the sky and connects to the ground - shining in the Spear of the End (Rhongomyniad)!"

The world is in turmoil, the dark light stream bursts out from the tip of the spear, and the red thunder carrying hope is smashed by the great power of the incarnation of the end, and the destruction is not reduced at all, like an iron-blooded judgment and verdict, flowing back along the same path, like a tsunami to meet Jeanne and others.

The end of the world is coming!

"My flag, protect my compatriots!" A figure with the same golden hair stood out from the crowd, holding up the holy flag again, and providing shelter for his comrades.

Boom!

The light of the Holy Lance hit the golden barrier cleanly and neatly. This time, Jeanne's pupils shrank suddenly, and she clearly heard the crisp "crack" sound.

It was the sound of the wooden flagpole breaking, and in a trance, it seemed that the souls of countless comrades emerged. They smiled, patted the girl's shoulders one after another, and told her with a smile - we can only help here.

When the wrath of the Storm Spear subsided and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, Joan of Arc reached out in vain, but there was nothing in her hand. The white flag embroidered with irises fell in the air and turned into golden light.

"Joan of Arc..." Semiramis looked at Joan of Arc, who always showed kindness and calmness, and her eyes widened slightly.

At some point, the saint girl was already in tears.

- On the last day of the Holy Grail War, in the inherent barrier of the new moon.

Joan of Arc's treasure, Luminosite Eternelle, was broken.