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Chapter 925: The Interlaced Battlefield One

Pengshou's body, with spots all over his body, causing a hurricane to burst into laughter.

The leopard head is a one-horned horn, and the five tails are swinging, causing a rolling thunder.

The figure of a snake-headed person and a person with a scaly wings stirred up dark clouds and rainstorms.

The figure of the eagle head is filled with a feather crown on its head, and the figure of fog and frost spreads between breathing.

The figure of the scorpion orc, with eight arms and six legs, swallowing and spitting out poisonous fog, leading the craze of poisonous insects.

Green face and fangs, dark figures surrounded by ghost energy......

The Jiuli Demon God, who was born in the beast, was already very different from the original when the arrival of this beast again. The original illusory demon shadow actually showed a little solidity, and the Shura fighting soul from Jiuli and the sea of ​​blood was also surrounded by black air. Through the desire for the souls and blood, he once again felt the world in a way that evil spirits were transformed.

When the original warmth and sunshine in the northeast of the Balkans were covered by blood and monstrous evil spirits from the ancient Jiuli battlefield, and when the Demon Chiyou came again with Chiyou's Dharma body and blood sacrifice, a plane order unique to the current crystal wall system was also launched, gradually forming the unique inherent barrier of Chiyou, Jiuli Legion.

For a moment, Romania's originally exquisite and elegant towns and jungles were completely replaced by the ancient palaces standing in the sea of ​​blood. The surrounding breeze and waves were all replaced by millions of shouts, roars and fighting sounds at the same time.

Generally speaking, the inherent barrier is just a product of the present order of the world will, and the manifestation of the mind and scenery, but when it comes to Mo Chiyou, there is a little difference. The chaos from the abyss is the distortion and destroyer of order. After forcibly breaking the plane order through the abyss mark and the blood key, the blood sea realm overlaps with it, the inherent barrier Jiuli Legion is also gradually stripping away from the current plane to form a unique space just like the eternal night of Jesus and Lilith before.

Such a horrifying scene, whether it is the necromancer's Lion Tribulation or the arbitration of the Third Holy Grail War, Shiro Shizaki Amakura, the demigod hero Garner or the red knight Mordred were completely unthinkable, so they were a little stunned for a moment, but Joan of Arc, who was appointed as the arbitration by the Holy Grail, was different. Faced with an unprecedented crisis, she never hesitated to strengthen the effect of the curse to destroy the enemy through the privilege of the rank of the breast.

If, as far as the clock tower itself is concerned, the ultimate ambition of these magicians is to open the hole to the source and obtain the ultimate mystery, and everything else is just a means, just like the great arcanes of the different crystal wall system, they do not have much awe for the gods or the will of the world. If possible, no one will miss the opportunity to seize control of the Holy Grail. Moreover, from the evil demons in people's standard concepts, the blood-colored world in front of them is a bit different.

Although the existence from Jiuli Dahuang seems increasingly ferocious and terrifying due to the abyss infection, the beast's head is the most important thing in the world's mythological systems. Moreover, it comes from the magnificent palaces, city walls and altars in the ancient East, the peaks floating in the air like floating cities, towers emitting blurred light, and strange patterns that almost represent the ultimate beauty and beauty undoubtedly show how brilliant and powerful this civilization is. This is simply the ideal pursued by magicians.

The difference in identity leads to a fundamental difference in one's attitude, which can be seen from the different degrees of reservations among the heroes. Although one move of martial arts and magic skills is still fatal and merciless, there is no way to see the taste of everything. The Black Knights of the Twelve Round Tables and the descending criminals also slowed down their offensive accordingly, deliberately creating a tacit understanding of confrontation.

"It seems that your internal opinions are not so unified, Miss Lady, this kind of behavior of forcing others in the name of order is not very good."

Mo Chiyou continued to laugh and said, "Since the beginning and present, there have been more than a hundred and a thousand heroes involved in the Holy Grail War, but has anyone produced any of them who truly achieved their wishes through the Holy Grail? Although there are indeed several bodies that have obtained through the Holy Grail and can continue to stay in this world, is this what they really want? After all, isn't this kind of drama called the Holy Grail War a play that pleases the Temple of Heroes by playing with the souls of heroes and selects slaves from it!"

"Evil demons, one of the destroyers of order in all realms, the subversiver of order, what have you brought to this world besides killing, destruction and destruction!"

Joan of Arc's slightly fat cheeks flushed red. Although he was extremely angry, he still looked a little tender and cute.

"What brings? I bring the truth and the right to choose, and I am imprisoned in the long river of time and the Temple of Heroes to struggle. Is this eternal slavery really a choice you are willing to accept?"

The Demon Chiyou emitted a very tempting voice and rang out in the hearts of everyone.

"The Knight of the Round Table, Mordred, the subversive of King Arthur's regime, you should have heard of the name Artoria Pandragorn. The king of England participated in the Holy Grail War many times and won the final victory, but she got nothing from it, and still failed to change that period of history and had to stay in this strange country."

"Amakushiro Shiro Toshiro, who was once a titty ler in the Third Holy Grail War, should be able to understand what this cycle of memory and personality is meant by being washed away again and again. The fate set by Joan of Arc in front of him is a sacrifice again and again. Is it really good to maintain this cycle?"

"Garna, son of the Sun God, aren't you tired of the feeling of the gods' control like chess pieces? It's time to face true freedom..."

The filth and chaos composed of blasphemy words penetrated into the hearts of a group of heroes like poison. The forced control that originally came from Joan of Arc was constantly twisted and weakened by chaos, just like the collars of the necks of wild beasts being loosened. No matter what their previous attitude was, the disgust and repulsion that were bound by force inevitably grew in their hearts. The ideal of taking off the gorgeous coat also revealed its pale and empty true face.

"No, it's not like this, it can't be like this. Although you may give your own life because of this, it is for the stability of the world order. No matter how the Holy Grail cannot..."

A trace of determination flashed in Joan of Arc's eyes, and the blessing from the world will and the Hall of Heroes suddenly doubled. The magic power around him burned like a raging flame, turning into a pure white light and sprinkled at the heroes present. However, this blessing-like light caused the magic repulsion of the heroes, and charred black smoke rose on the surface of the armor sprinkled by the holy light.

"Magic repulsion, how could this happen..."

Joan of Arc obviously did not expect this situation, but the mockery at the corner of Mo Chiyou's mouth became more and more obvious.

At the beginning, the Holy Grail War was set as a way to compete for the heroes to think that this was a struggle and an opportunity to return to this world to continue writing epic glory. The rules and referees were just to ensure that this true order was not destroyed, but the reality was obviously not like this.

"After all, the Temple of Heroes is just a servant who treats the heroes as reserves, and gives the best of them the title of so-called warriors, making him a servant of higher standards..."

While Mo Chiyou said this, not only did the originally empty and scattered magic power flow become more solid, but the blood-red figure is like a real figure, without any projection or illusion. Under the cover of this blood-red kingdom, the dazzling scarlet cracks in the plane barrier are also spreading.

"This is what the so-called heroes or kings are. If the supernatural existence presents them a medium that symbolizes domination and power, it will be regarded as a recognized glory. But if it is given high above, it is the most thorough contempt and trampling on them, ambition, **, obsession, will, and the power and talent to implement them. Is this all the heroes possess? It sounds like there is no essential difference from the evil spirits..."

As the thoughts in Mo Chiyou turned, Joan of Arc was also constantly strengthening the effect of the spell to the limit. No matter what attitude the hero itself had, the dispersion and distortion in his heart would spread to the point. Under the constraints of this plane, the chaos and distortion from the abyss were just a small boat in the ocean, and it would eventually be covered by the huge resonance of the will of the Temple of Heroes. However, this was not without a price, so the consumed source of order is second, and the most precious time was passed by minute by minute.
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