Capítulo 1370: Chapter 105: Forging My Demon God’s Na Through Slaughter
After a brief mont of suffocation, Sidi’s brain was instantly filled with coldness.
All thoughts were cast aside at this mont.
The Ink Fire cha burned like a torch all over its body, with its hands quickly forming seals.
A giant phantom of a fiery lotus blossod behind it, then from the edge of the petals, a star-like massive and gorgeous flaming lotus manifested in the starry sky.
The final dirge—[Death Withering]!
The mont that bright red lotus manifested was its most brilliant, but in the blink of an eye, the fiery lotus began to wilt, wither, and shrink.
At this mont, thousands of ters in front and behind the Ink Fire cha started to shatter and collapse.
This was Ink Fire’s ultimate killing skill.
Centered on itself, harming enemies a thousand while self-destructing eight hundred, a formidable attack capable of collapsing an entire star body.
However, in its vision, that cha ignored the instant chaotic spatial flow and boldly charged in.
The longsword cleaved down, as two chas fiercely collided.
Shura sliced through the giant Ink Lotus like a red line, its form slowly stagnating.
The countless ink flas on the battered cha body seed desperately trying to burn and completely corrode this cha.
Yet those ink flas extinguished silently.
The Blood Prison Blade in Shura’s hand no longer surrounded by thunder, appeared now as a deep red saber.
Coupled with its dim and fractured cha exterior, at this mont, Shura had reached the end, frozen in space, immobile.
Thousands of ters behind it, the area where the Ink Lotus withered and collapsed continued to fracture.
The Ink Fire cha remained unscathed…
In an instant, the Solomon Fleet erupted in cheers, morale soaring once more.
“This is … the Great Solomon!”
Ouse, the Fifty-seventh Gatepost Knight’s voice resonated in the channel.
His cha [Black Panther] now raced across the Solomon fleet like a cosmic wind.
“I am the Great Solomon!”
In all the warships, the voices of Solomon’s mbers echoed simultaneously.
They were boiling with blood.
Victory would surely accompany them always.
Tick-tock…
A drop of fresh blood fell on the ground, splashing a shallow blood flower.
In the blood-red cockpit, Mu Fan raised his head, looking at the energy gauge displayed on the screen.
[Energy 0.4%, able to sustain high-intensity combat for 50 minutes, ultra high-intensity combat for 20 seconds, unable to enter overload state.]
Tick-tock…
The sound of another droplet of nosebleed fell.
At Mu Fan’s feet, two bright blood flowers erged.
“With this battle, a curtain call.”
In a gentle whisper, Mu Fan turned Shura around, looking towards the main formation.
With a light flick of his arm.
That Blood Prison Blade, which had lost its thunderous aura and seed ordinary, suddenly shot out, transforming into a ray aid at the main formation.
In the high universe, the rotating blade sheath seed to be suddenly pulled, accelerating and flying back!
This scene…
Suddenly froze all the cheers of Solomon.
The Shura cha—was it unscathed?!
What did this blade throw signify!
No one saw how the Blood Prison Blade vanished, people only saw the Shura cha, unard, reverse body through the Death Withering area.
When the ink-colored space’s edge made contact with Shura, in an instant… it shattered into mist.
Shura calmly brushed past Ink Fire.
It seed as if the cloak lightly swirled against Ink Fire’s body, a straight rift erged from neck to waist, then in the stunned gaze of everyone…
More and more cracks appeared around that rift, instantly covering the whole body, silently annihilating.
The Demon God Machine [Ink Fire], with countless legendary pasts and marking Solomon’s history, was like a fiery red lotus, after blooming, turned into flying ashes, floating in space.
To this end, the blade where Shura’s killing intent flourished was truly unveiled before everyone.
“Our Solomon’s undefeated War God Machine… has actually…”
“Perished.”
The murmuring echoed in the Holy Spirit Fleet’s command room.
Sidi, who was flippant and always arrogant, was here just now.
That was Solomon’s Twelfth Gatepost Knight, the most promising among Solomon’s new knights, possessing infinite future, red-haired Sidi!
He was the one brought out by him, viewed as a disciple, Sidi!
The pair of eyes of Barbatos, usually calm and steadfast in any situation, flashed with uncontrollable pain this mont, veins rising on the back of his hand, the whole person raising his head with a roar that could no longer be restrained!
“Ah————”
A piercing shout with endless hatred.
“Full fleets attack, the battle’s mont arrives, we of Solomon will traverse the stars, never to be defeated!”
At this mont, Barbatos’s eyes carried a blood hue.
“Knight Barbatos, your heart has already been disturbed.”
Paimon opened his eyes, his beautiful face gazing downwards.
“The appearance of Demon God Asura, the fall of Ink Fire… declares that a determinative force capable of reversing the tide has descended, the Five Leader Knights are absent. If the opponent executes a reverse decapitation strike, what do we have to resist?”
“What about your Holy Spirit Fleet, your Heroic Spirit Protection!”
Barbatos’s tall, strong body suddenly turned, staring dead-on at Paimon above, “From now on, I transfer fleet command to you, as long as you can crush that cha!”
“Sorry, I can’t.” For the first ti, an expression of helplessness flashed in Paimon’s eyes; he raised a hand pointing forward.
“That red light trail… it has always existed only within optical vision. No radiation signal, no heat source, cannot be locked, energy attack ineffective…”
Paimon’s teeth clenched tightly, asking word by word: “The opponent is a cha that slayed the Emperor Body SSS-class [Ghost Ghost King], the power is seriously out of balance! Wake up, Knight Barbatos!”
At this mont, the crew mber monitoring the battlefield added anxiously:
“That white bow-holding cha is cooperating with Thunderhawk in sniping.”
This beca the final straw that broke the cal’s back.
Barbatos instantly seed to age ten years, hands pressed against the command counter, eyes dejected.
At this mont, Mu Fan’s pre-battle words echoed in his mind…
“How many Demon God Machines do you have to lose?”
Yes, they didn’t have many.
They had only one.
…
As Lu Qingxue glanced back, she happened to witness the mont of Red Lotus withering and abruptly halting.
In those cool eyes, Mu Fan’s tall and steadfast figure flashed.
Indeed, rely… a one-round adversary…
A touching smile blood on that peerless face, at this mont, Lu Qingxue’s eyes were filled with warmth.
It seed she couldn’t fall behind.
She withdrew the smile exclusive to Mu Fan, as her beautiful eyes blinked again, the everlasting icy coldness in battle reappeared.
With a bow drawn like a full moon, the arrowhead aid at the seven chas charging at the forefront of the Holy Spirit Fleet.
Release the string, arrows like teors!
Frost Angel, engage.
Behind the white wings, Shura appeared as a warrior returning from the battlefield, carrying a body frozen with fresh blood, reerging at the newly surfaced ground, silently suspended.
Two chas, one black and one white, carrying an eerie and bewitching beauty of slaughter.
Shura raised his left hand.
The long blade Blood Prison that had just returned to its sheath fell gently into his palm.
No blood, no sheath return.
With killing to forge my Demon God’s na!
The cape billowed and rustled, Shura raised his head to gaze at the Shadow Fleet that was like rolling dark clouds advancing.
His arm again slowly stretched out, eyes bloodstained and deep, focusing into the distance.
The imnse dark clouds suddenly scattered in shock.
The entire Shadow Fleet, at this mont, was thoroughly chilled!
Like a lone wolf returning from battle, Mu Fan raised his head, revealing a mocking and bloody smile.
“Shadow Fleet, harvesting ti…”
“Has arrived.”
Like a sharp blade, the battleship Dawn pierced through the curtain, flying forth, Shura turned to greet the gigantic battleship, stepping forward, disappearing.
Shura in the final battle before energy depletion, concluded perfectly.
Yet the most glorious mont belonging to the Shadow Fleet was just arriving.
Behind the Dawn Battleship was the intact Shadow Firmant Fleet.
“Firmant Arrow Formation…”
“Destiny…”
“Roar.”
Qi Longxiang, with closed eyes, smiling gently nodded.
In a brief exit from concealnt, the whole Shadow Fleet had completely exposed in view.
Even if just for less than a second.
But for Military God Qi Longxiang, it was ample.
[Total lock successful, prediction effective period can be maintained for 8 seconds.]
Black’s voice simultaneously ca through.
Qi Longxiang raised his head, hands lifted, gently waved forward.
Instantly, light arrows densely populated the cosmos, Firmant Arrow Formation, piercing through space.
On Shadow Island, thousands from the Iron Clan stared with mouths agape at the thousands of light arrows shooting forth.
And not far from there, quietly suspended behind a white sphere.
Was the entire upper echelon of the Snow Clan, with eyes stunned into near stupor.
“Force against… Ancient God Origin… Solomon…”
Behind the six elders of the Snow Clan, chills lingered on their sweat-drenched hair.
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