Through the first-person perspective of the embodiment of death, and the impression that comes to mind in some form, Xiao Lan clearly sees the actual death as if she were there.

Compared to the past in his memory, he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

In the past, the secret land of the country of shadows, which was like a fairyland paradise on earth, is now a barren land, the grass and grass have become the mud in the humus gutter after the sun has dried the humus, the tall trees with lush branches and leaves are all left with only a thin and strange dead wood, all kinds of strange and strange grass garden scenery have all died**, the sky is obviously cloudless, but the sun can't shine down, the gloomy and gloomy area like the dead domain is covered by a strange humming sound, called death, the powerful breath has wiped out all the vitality!

And in the center of the ruins, which look like the remnants of the fierce struggle of ancient beasts, stands a woman who fully embodies the two concepts of strength and beauty with her body.

Skozaci......

The moment she saw the five-meter-tall giantess, Xiao Lan's consciousness suddenly jumped out of such a name.

The Celtic Queen of Shadowland, a goddess of war with superior strength and military and combat skills, is said to have given heroes the skills to test and teach them the art of fighting.

But at this moment, this great goddess of war has come to the end of her life.

In the Asgard beside her, which has been transformed into history, her loyal warriors have completely fallen under the blades of the endless necromantic and resurrected heroes, and then immediately returned to the human world to join the queue against the original master due to the summons of the Necromantic King.

So far, in the entire Shadow Country, only Queen Skozaci is alone, and she still insists on not falling!

She didn't run away.

Anyone can flee and retreat strategically.

But the queen of the Shadow Nation can't escape, the Celtic god of war can't escape, she's ...... Can't escape.

And instead of fleeing, what she chose was to fight, a fight that didn't need a reason.

It's just that the invincible god of war has no way to continue to win, and at this moment, the perfect strong body has been soaked in golden blood, and there is no place on the giant's body that has not been injured at all, and the enemy who caused this injury is to make her curse from the depths of her soul-

Her feet are dissolving unstoppably, caused by the poisonous mire on the ground, and the thorns that bind her whole body and infuse her with deadly venom with sharp spikes, they are from the legendary Casbah of Ulster and the legendary Van Gers of Fiona, as the great wizards and prophets of Merlin's predecessors today, they work with more famous and unknown wizards to block the movements of the god of war with complex spell bindings;

Her arms were barely connected to her shoulders, like ordinary people who had been hit by a cannonball, and it was Fergus, the hero of the Celtic myth of Ulster, who caused this. Mark. Roy's magic sword, the spiral sword that means "solid thunder and lightning": Caladbolg, which once blasted down the three great mountains of Ulster, only caused this degree of damage;

The powerful magic she used to protect her body and the armor accompanied by magic disappeared into nothing, as if Chiluo's body was covered with wounds that had not had time to recover with divine power, pierced, cut, and slashed, and the white bones and internal organs of Senran could already be seen, causing this was the legendary hero Finn in Celtic mythology. the Knights of Fiona (Thefianna) led by McCool;

Finn. McCool's Love Sword: Son of the Gun (Mac-A-Luin), Dilumudo. Audi's spear that destroys all magical effects: the demon-breaking red rose (gae-dearg), with the words "Cannot heal wounds." "Cursed with the unrecoverable wounding spear: the mortal gae-buidhe, the long sword that can kill all those on the battlefield who are enemies of this sword-bearer with a single slash: Moralltach the Great Rage, and the short sword: Beagalltach, and the blades of the other heroes of the Knights, who have been awakened from Hades and left an indelible mark on the body of the god of war after paying most of their losses;

And the most conspicuous scar on her body is the blood-colored spear that runs from her chest to her back, completely shattering her heart and bursting out thirty thorny thorns that tear her chest apart: Gáe-Bolog, which belongs to the best demigod disciple of the God of War, Cú Chulainn, the son of light in Ireland......

- But.

Even in the face of such an extraordinary enemy, the female god of war is still the strongest.

Whether her whole body is pierced or cut, her steps never stop.

Locking on to the front and disturbing the eternal sleep of the dead, the true enemy who violated the peace of this pure land, the god of war slammed on the black mire that sank to his knees, tore off the thorns that bound his body along with his own flesh and blood, and made a completely impossible breakthrough when even the bones could be clearly seen!

…… The body is already dead.

Bearing the mortal wound of near-despair, Celtic's god of war is still moving forward, challenging the ultimate despair with a strong will.

This is really a reckless assault, without considering the method of corresponding to the enemy's attack, as long as there is still a breath left, desperately moving forward, only thinking about how to slaughter the enemy's savage combat style, stubbornly resisting to the end, on the verge of death, to strike the final blow to cut the culprit under the sword!

This bravery won the respect of the opponent, and the heroes who only had nothing in their eyes also put away their weapons, and the large pieces of necromancers surrounding the god of war also stopped, they retreated, and then stood still, flowing out of the battlefield that would witness the final glory of the god of war-

And from the golden eyes of the Queen of the Shadow Country, who was staring at the enemy, Xiao Lan saw the appearance of "herself" reflected in them.

The Necromantic King.

There he was, his white hair fluttering in the wind, like an armor of embodied death devouring the light around him, and then holding a sword of nothingness with the blade of chaos encircling it.

"Salute to your courage, Queen...... But it's game over. ”

In a trance, Xiao Lan seemed to hear herself say this, and there was a bit of praise in the words that were absolutely emotionless in theory.

But the goddess of war ignored it, and with the last trace of flame burning with her life, she raised the huge slashing sword in her hand with her broken body, and swung out a killing blow like a storm that was enough to completely destroy the target from soul to **!

In response, the Necromantic King met it with the same strongest blow.

With a faster, more precise, and more perfect movement than the God of War, he swung out the void in his hand before the huge sword fell, completely engulfing the scorching life that was still extremely dazzling even if it was seriously wounded.

Then, it's the end.

Where there is light, there is shadow, and where there is day, there is night.

Even the brightest candle flame goes out, and so does the strongest and brightest life in the world.

The mighty body of the god was cut off with a blow that was almost effortless, and the golden blood of the god gushed out, dripping onto the land that had finally completely turned into a barren land, and the god of war who fell to the ground had a shocked face, unable to believe that he could completely fail before he could even deliver the final blow.

Xiao Lan clearly saw this god-killing scene, but when he continued to sigh silently, what he saw immediately made him almost unable to believe his eyes-

The gods are beings who transcend life and death, they can only be defeated or destroyed, but they cannot be killed, let alone become necromancy.

Skozach was defeated, but it was not completely destroyed, her **, her spirit, her will are still alive, if she is allowed to recover, she can once again threaten the world, but the king of the dead who can destroy it did not do that, naturally not to give her a chance to rise again to resist herself.

Under Xiao Lan's incredible gaze, "myself" knelt down in front of the corpse of the god of war and picked up a cup that looked very simple, but this simplicity was washed away in the next moment: the first thing that appeared was a bright gold that was incompatible with the surroundings, and then a dark nothingness called death enveloped it, making the sun-like gold slowly transform into a silver white like a bright moon!

"The Holy Grail ......"

Xiao Lan thought of the role of this holy object that had carried the blood of the gods, and he saw that "himself" held this silver-white holy grail high in the sky, and then under the action of some strange force, the body, spirit, and will of the god of war turned into a substantial light and slowly poured into this vessel.

Then, there is no then.

Xiao Lan, whose vision ended here, sank into the endless darkness again, and then what continued to pour in was what she had seen and heard as if she was another herself.

The invitation of the main god, the decisive death of the biochemical, the return of the demons, the trial of the fierce ghosts, the revenge of the iron blood, the insight of the gods and ghosts......

More than ever, Xiao Lan finally regained the forgotten recording that she had lost but remained in the world, and with it came the spiritual power of the absolute self.

After not knowing whether it was a moment or a thousand years, the demon who seemed to be in a different world finally opened his eyes.

Time seemed to have stopped, and he realized that he had only left for a moment, and that the nearest undead had not even had time to completely cut off the sword in his hand.

If he had been surprised by this kind of thing before, but the moment he regained his memory and touched his absolute self again, his mind could no longer stir again.

"Twenty-three minutes from the return." Gently using the thunder sword to break through the dead soul fire that attacked him, Xiao Lan saw the countdown data on the watch, "I have to continue to hold on......"

The time to return to the main god space was not far away, and the further enhanced perception also sensed the arrival of reinforcements, but they still had to defend themselves for the last less than a minute before Arthur's arrival.

It doesn't seem too difficult, but it's definitely not that easy either.

- What the incarnation of death did with the Holy Grail is not a casual triviality!

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