Chapter 755: Long Time No See, the Sword of Vowed Victory!

"Ah, good, I got it!"

The door was pushed open, Fujimaru had dark circles under his eyes, and he waved the clay tablet happily: "I have interpreted the meaning of the destiny clay tablet, uh..."

The voice gradually became lower, and the boy blinked his eyes, looking at the furious Gilgamesh in the palace, the calm and sneering Shuoyue, the anxious Siduri, and the messenger with cold sweat on his face, and tentatively said:

"If I turn back now, can you pretend that I don't exist?"

"No, no, how could that be, my good friend." The diamond-shaped space opened, Fujimaru just took a step, and his eyes blurred, and strangely appeared Now in the center of the palace, Shuoyue changed her expression at some point and looked at him with a smile: "Now there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Stop kidding, Shuoyue, the situation is very urgent now..."

"The good news is that Uruk has sounded two world-destroying alarms in succession."

"What kind of good news is this!"

"Listen to me, thanks to your appearance, our king sama does not have to appear in person, and can sit on the throne and coordinate the overall situation."

"Humph, it's all because of the incompetence of you bastards." The king raised his chin arrogantly, not appreciating it at all.

"Yes, yes, okay, as for the bad news, it is--"

"No need to say." Fujimaru rolled his eyes, "I was arranged again, right?"

"Bingo, Fujimaru is worthy of being here, you are ready so quickly!" Shuoyue clapped his hands, "Speaking of which, it really couldn't have happened without you, after all, you brought Miss Gauguin back."

"Gauguin?!" Fujimaru was stunned, and then his eyes widened nervously, "What happened to her?"

"Miss Gauguin is forcing her way through now." The messenger explained to Fujimaru in a low voice, "In theory, the city gate cannot be opened at this time, otherwise the magic circle will be temporarily closed, and the breath of the living will stimulate the monsters..."

As soon as the voice fell, Fujimaru ran away, and the class card flew out by itself, inserted into the dress, and turned into a solemn armor.

"You're in a hurry, I'll give you a ride." Shuoyue snapped his fingers, packed Fujimaru and the erupting steam into the prism, "Okay, with Fujimaru here, even the Avengers can calm down."

"Then why don't you hurry to another place, cook." Gilgamesh has ordered Siduri to start handing over the clay tablets, "The mother's anger is much more terrifying than that fake goddess. I don't want Uruk to be destroyed on such a ridiculous day today."

"As ordered, Mr. Jin, who never gives people a day off." The white clothes were raised, the young man stroked his chest, and also disappeared in the magic light rain.

When he appeared again, the deadly black tide was coming towards him.

Shuoyue sighed, and when he raised his eyes again, he no longer had the smile in disguise, but was as cold as steel.

He stretched out his hand and crossed the mud sea that was enough to drive people crazy. His five fingers closed like iron clamps, tightly grasping something in the dark.

As if being caught at the vital point, the darkness let out an angry howl, and the flowing mud and water surged up, turning into a high-pressure blade, instantly tearing the young man's cheek, piercing his chest and limbs.

The seeping blood was absorbed by the black mud, making the monster more excited, and even whispering greedily, but when Shuoyue spoke softly, all the murderous aura and all the malice, as if frozen, ushered in silence.

Only the low and huge sound emitted by the young man twisting his arm, transmitted and spread from the black sea.

It was like forcibly opening a safe door of a bank vault.

"Although I don't know what made you so angry, the child is back, shouldn't the door be opened to welcome him?"

His face gradually turned pale, and the black mud was still sucking the source of life in the human body frantically, but Shuoyue didn't care, just staring at the depths of the black tide, and after a long time, he showed a reassuring smile.

"Ah, you are still here, mother."

The heart beat, making a dragon-like roar. The young man bent down, his golden eyes burning like flames, and his muscles tightened. With the most appropriate posture, he squeezed out thousands of strands of power beyond ordinary people.

The next moment, Shuoyue stepped on the ground with both feet, and gathered the earth and the power of his whole body into a line, as if he had turned into a giant supporting the world. He roared and opened his arms. The magic light wrapped around his other arm, and the projection turned into a rope to tie up the three people who were in a coma. The other palm was spread out, and while holding up the plane barrier, it opened the replaced prism space.

"Go!"

Pulling the three people who had never been stained with black mud into his arms, Shuoyue did not dare to delay. He turned sideways, resisted the impact of the black ocean, stuffed them into the space, and put his hands together.

The space closed, and the figures of the three people disappeared.

And the ocean covered with black mud roared with extreme anger!

The power of the Creator penetrated into the body, bringing not a gift, but a distortion caused by malice. The mother's disappointment was constantly transmitted in the sticky sea of ​​darkness. She had abandoned the world, just as the world had abandoned her.

Those who fell into the abyss will eventually become a member of the abyss.

Shuoyue understood this point very well.

"But I really don't want to experience it a second time. It hurts so much, and my memory has been read over and over again. When I think of the fact that He still has a lot of my black history in His hands, it's all bad..."

In the deepest darkness, Shuoyue raised the corners of his mouth and sneered.

"Although, if I can't beat Him, can't I bully you scum!"

At that moment, a light came on.

It illuminated the young man's eyes, and the outline of the sword blade emerged bit by bit.

It ignited everything, tore apart the deepest ocean of despair, and stopped all the lamentations, turning into a dazzling flame, announcing its own existence.

A great power emerged from the sacred shape of the sword blade, turning into an unyielding torrent, dispelling despair.

When the young man raised the sword, thousands of fireflies gathered.

"This brilliance is the hope of the stars, the proof of life that illuminates the earth!!!"

The dark sea was turbulent, roaring as if it had sensed its natural enemy, but the young man just lowered his eyelids and whispered, "People from afar, please witness it."

The brilliant sword blade was raised high, tearing through the gray sky and illuminating the brilliant eyes. The will of the ocean seemed to be boiling and raising a huge wave, but in panic and fear, he could only bow his head and listen to the solemn declaration of the young man when he swung the sword:

"——Sword of Promise of Victory!"

The holy sword fell.

The mighty flames roared forward, causing the turbulent inherent barrier to suddenly solidify, and the dark sea twitched violently, opening up to both sides.

The road that almost reached the sky was expanding, expanding, and expanding continuously!

Until all the 'sea water' was evaporated and all the sadness and resentment were swept away!

The last sound was the sound of the world egg breaking. In the doomsday scene of collapse, Shuoyue leaned on the sword and looked up at the sky calmly.

In the dark, it seemed as if he was looking into the eyes of someone sad and crazy.

"I won't let you touch her." The young man whispered, and the sharp wind blew the pure white robe, "Never."

In this way, they were silent and confronted until the world was completely destroyed, and the figure of the hero finally disappeared.

Only a silent sigh was scattered at the intersection of reality and illusion, following the direction from which it came, and it disappeared in a moment.