Comprehensive manga: Starting from picking up a goddess by mistake on the ground

Chapter 151 Calm Victory

The fierce wind pressure kept blowing Diarmuid's face.

At this moment, he was completely on the defensive.

It was said to be defensive, but his actions were actually to avoid Micah's attack.

The six gauntlets controlled by Micah held the six weapons tightly and continuously attacked Diarmuid.

Originally, Diarmuid looked down upon Micah's attack.

After all, the larger the weapon, the slower it will be when wielded.

This is inevitable.

Therefore, facing these six huge weapons, Diarmuid was originally full of confidence.

He believed that his flexibility was enough to evade these attacks.

But he miscalculated a little.

That is, it is not Micah who holds these six huge divine weapons, but the gauntlets controlled by Qi.

Therefore, the strength of the gauntlet itself is related to the energy expended by Micah.

But at this time, Micah was using the magic power of the Great Holy Grail through Gabriel. The terrifying amount of magic power was constantly flowing into Micah's body, and was continuously transformed into Qi.

Therefore, even if he holds these six huge magic weapons, Micah's attack speed does not slow down at all, and even exceeds Micah's own attack speed.

"boom!"

The gauntlet holding the sword-shaped weapon slashed horizontally, directly cutting the building behind Diarmuid in half.

For a time, dust and gravel were flying all over the sky.

After all, compared to the Noble Phantasm, no concrete structure building can hinder its edge.

"This is really overwhelming!"

Diarmuid quickly dodged the slashing blows, and sweat continued to flow from Diarmuid's face.

Even if he had a personal confrontation with Micah before, he was not under such pressure.

At this time, he didn't seem to be fighting a human swordsman.

Instead, fight the giant swordsman.

"This is simply crushing!"

Facing the huge Noble Phantasm, Diarmuid did not dare to collide with it.

His own strength is as light as a feather compared to the power that can destroy everything.

Facing the constant sword strikes and stabbing shots from the sky, Diarmuid just dodged and used all his strength.

At this time, he could only look at Micah who was less than 20 meters away from him, but he had no ability to fight back.

"Oh!"

"boom!"

"Snapped!"

Various sounds kept coming, and the entire abandoned factory area was a battlefield for the two of them.

Under Diarmuid's dodge and Micah's attack, this abandoned factory building was quickly turning into ruins.

"Damn it, it's so flexible!"

Disturbed by the flying debris, Diarmuid waved away the debris around him and looked at Micah opposite him seriously, looking for a way to deal with it.

Originally, he planned to 'kite' the opponent with various moves.

But the other party's 'Noble Phantasm' obviously moves in sync with the other party.

In terms of flexibility, the other party is not inferior to him.

"If I want to have a showdown now, I have to hit the opponent with a fatal blow, otherwise I will never have the chance to fight back."

Glancing at the spear in his hand, Diarmuid's eyes were full of determination.

He knew that he only had one chance.

If this blow misses, he will never have a chance to fight back.

Constantly dodging and wandering.

As time passed, Diarmuid's eyes gradually dimmed.

Although six weapons were wielded at the same time, the operation of these six weapons was unexpectedly coordinated, extremely smooth, and without any flaws.

The entire sword swing was water-impermeable.

Such a result is undoubtedly disappointing.

As the saying goes, don't look for mistakes in equally excellent opponents. Diarmuid naturally knows this.

But he couldn't help it either.

For experienced masters like them, as the battle progresses, they collide with each other.

Even if the opponent does not have any flaws originally, in the continuous battle, flaws will eventually be revealed.

That is, creating flaws where there are no flaws.

But even with this commonly used move, there was nothing he could do against Micah.

Because he simply couldn't collide with the opponent head-on.

With the opponent's speed, as long as he is suppressed by a weapon, he will probably die quickly in the moment he is passive.

Diarmuid would never underestimate the opponent's ability to find flaws.

Under such circumstances, Diarmuid still pinned his hope on Micah's mistake. In addition to the despair of his situation, there was also Micah's age.

Micah is simply too young.

But it was at such a young age that he was able to suppress him with his sword skills.

In Diarmuid's view, this is already an extremely terrifying thing.

Not to mention that the opponent is obviously good at more than just swordsmanship.

There is no doubt that the other party is definitely a martial arts wizard.

But even a martial arts prodigy would not be able to master the combined attack technique so well while taking into account various different techniques.

Therefore, considering Micah's age, Diarmuid made such expectations.

But no results were achieved.

"Then what should I do!"

He kept saying that he would be loyal to his lord and hold the Holy Grail for him.

But now, facing a powerful enemy, he had no means of counterattack.

This undoubtedly caused Diarmuid a lot of pain.

But just as he was lamenting, the flaw he had been waiting for for a long time suddenly appeared.

"coming!"

Looking at the several weapons wielded at the same time in order to block his movement, Diarmuid quickly grasped a certain flaw in them.

That flaw was so weak, but it became a key point in this battle.

Without any time to think, Diarmuid instantly threw the spear in his hand, pointing directly at Micah who had his hands in his trouser pockets.

But it was precisely because of this throwing time that he, who could no longer dodge completely, was hit by the huge gun barrel and flew backwards.

His body continuously smashed through the wall, quickly penetrated the entire factory area, and finally hit the ground outside the factory area, rolling backwards.

At this moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Is that really a flaw?
Could that young man who looked like a god of war really make such a mistake?
Or is that a trap to catch yourself?

Diarmuid's rolling body was blocked by a thick tree trunk, and blood was flowing out. He lay on the ground and kept thinking.

But soon, Micah gave him the answer.

The huge divine weapon easily penetrated the passage leading to Diarmuid. What caught his eye was Micah holding the spear he threw.

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you!"

Walking in front of Diarmuid, looking at the pool of blood that had accumulated under him, Micah said seriously: "I saw through your thoughts very early, so I followed your thoughts and told you a story. story."

"And this moment is the end of the story."

One of the two de-giant gauntlets flew to Diarmuid's side and retrieved his short spear, while the other took the long spear from Micah's hand.

The next moment, the energy transformation of these two Noble Phantasms has begun.

Otherwise, if he waits until Diarmuid dies before transforming, Micah may lose these two useful weapons due to time constraints.

Although Micah once commented that Diarmuid's Noble Phantasm was mediocre.

But if it is used in a targeted manner, it is undoubtedly extremely useful.

"I have accepted the reward. You can return to the Throne of Heroes with peace of mind. The strongest knight of the Fiona Knights, Diarmuid the 'Brilliant Appearance'!"

(End of this chapter)