Moon World Can't Be a Love Game

Saron raised his finger to himself, pretending to be dazed.

"Don't pretend, your crimes have already fallen on my scale. Give me one last warning and leave my island immediately." Astraia held the scale of fairness and the golden sword of justice in his hands, as if It means to do it immediately if you don't agree.

"Judging justice and evil based on the nature of power? As a god relying on modern humans, your way of judging good and evil is too primitive, right? Astraia." Saron's face fell, he was not cold The problem of sticking your face to your hot ass.

"My scales can't go wrong, your crimes are heinous."

Astria's attitude was very firm, he recognized the reason for death, and made it clear that he refused to let Saron go to the island.

"Then let Fujimaru Tateka and another Chaldean victim come out, and we will leave immediately."

"The girl was seriously injured and is still unable to move."

"I can cure it!"

Illya suddenly said loudly, the voice was loud and the timing was ingenious, obviously she was standing for Saron.

"you..."

Astraea frowned.

"Why should you stand with such evil people?"

It may be due to the relationship of the human girl who is relying on. Her attitude towards Illya is a bit special, and the two ends of the scale are also shaking up and down.

"Because my stepfather is right. Being a villain has nothing to do with the nature of power. There is also a witch among the three goddesses who make up me. Do you want me to be judged too?"

Ilya took half a step forward, as if she wanted to pass her test first, which really warmed Saron's heart.

"Your situation is different."

Astraea's attitude is still firm, but the scale in her hand has lost its fairness, which she herself has noticed.

"In that case, then I will send down a trial and give you a chance to prove yourself, the vermin of human history."

That sounded really unpleasant.

"I don't need to prove anything to you."

Saron shook his head.

"However, I will accept the trial or something, but the conditions have to be changed. If I win, you have to provide all the news you know about this Lost Belt, as well as provide all the materials Chaldea needs to maintain the submarine. "

"...I can only answer the content that does not violate the deal with Olympus, but all the materials on this island can be provided to you."

"Fine, let's get started."

Saron turned around and walked to a place a little further away from the crowd. He thought that Astraia would do it himself, but he didn't expect that a few servant-level monsters rushed up.

"...Are you looking down on me?"

The monster was wiped out by the eye cannon in an instant, Saron raised his hand, and made an arrogant gesture to Astria to let the horse come over.

"If you want to test me, please do it yourself. Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"...You asked for it! Accept the verdict of justice!"

Astria gritted his teeth and shouted, put away the golden sword and scales, and threw his fist at Saron.

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Astrea rushed towards Saron and swung his fist.

At the same time, the light of the stars pierced the day.

The starlight falling from the sky converged on her right fist, like a silver dragon filled with the word "strength", lifting the already powerful punch enough to shake mountains and rivers.

But this punch was ignored by Saron.

It wasn't that she was so powerful that she could ignore Astraia's attack, but that this blond woman showing off her muscles and strength made Saron's vision suddenly have an illusion.

In a trance, I saw that bright and cheerful smile again.

The lingering night in the Mesopotamian wilderness is still vivid, but there is no news of the blond goddess at the pinnacle of goodness.

"Hey..."

Saron sighed, and suddenly lost the interest in fighting. With a sway of his shoulders, he dodged the path of the fist, avoiding the powerful punch, and opened a distance.

However, the retreat seems to have given a wrong signal, and instead of stopping, Astraia intensified and launched a more ferocious offensive.

The fierce wind of the fist made Saron's skin ache slightly. Seeing how fiercely she strikes, it seems that she really intends to carry out a just judgment here.

"Hey..."

Saron sighed again.

I wanted to let her go because of the similarity between Astraia and Feathered Serpent, but since she didn't appreciate it, there was nothing to be humble about.

Saron habitually wanted to take out the "Blessing", but tightened his five fingers but held a handful of air, only then remembered that the "Blessing" hadn't been brought.

It's a little unaccustomed to not have "Favour" in hand, but although Astria's power is strong, his speed and skills are relatively average, and he punches purely with the power of gods.

Cleaning her up is no problem.

Even if the attribute upper limit of this spirit foundation is only 50, it is still enough to form a crushing physical quality.

"boom--"

With a strike that was faster than lightning, the whip leg was thrown out, and it hit Astria's waist.

Her facial features suddenly became distorted due to the pain, but she clenched her teeth and did not yell out. The speed of flying backwards was twice as fast as when she rushed up.

But it didn't hit the ground, and it didn't crash into buildings on the island.

While her body was still flying backwards, Saron had already overtaken and kicked her again from behind.

Astraia was kicked into the sky like a ball, Saron withdrew his big feet, bent his legs slightly, jumped up and jumped on top of Astraia.

"!!"

Astraea, who was facing up to the sky, widened his eyes, and his pupils clearly reflected Saron with his arms raised high above his head.

A look of fierceness flashed in her eyes, and her faintly starry body suddenly burst into dazzling light, and she forced her body to stay in the air, avoiding Saron's fist by a tiny margin.

The power of the gods is really foul...

Saron complained in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop.Luo Kong's fist suddenly opened, grabbing Astria's neck like lightning.

But instead of trying to evade, Astraia bent her knees and slammed into Saron's lower body, demonstrating her determination to enforce justice with practical actions.

So cruel!

It was the first time that Saron encountered an enemy attacking from three directions downwards. He instinctively gave up the trade-in-for-injury style of play, and retracted his arms to protect his crotch.

The knee hit the back of the hand, Saron clasped his backhand, the palm slid all the way along the smooth and firm skin, and clasped Astria's ankle.

Astrea quickly kicked the other leg, but Saron was already prepared and stopped the kick with his free hand.

The counterattack failed, but Astria's ankle was caught by Saron, and it became a fish on the chopping board.

Saron swung his arms round, grabbed Astria's arm and spun dozens of times like a windmill, then suddenly let go and threw her over.

boom--

People are fine, this level of impact is nothing to the gods, not even minor injuries.

But the largest and most beautiful statue on the island was smashed to pieces.

After Saron landed, he heard a heartbroken cry from the ruins.

"what......"

Astraia stood up from the ground, stared blankly at the gravel around her body, then raised her head, showing a grief-stricken expression.

"Unforgivable, unforgivable, your sin must be judged."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes burned with anger, and the magic power surrounding her body boiled like boiling water.

"Oops! Saron pissed her off!"

Yi Liya, who was watching the battle nearby, screamed, and quickly said to the fat director: "Uncle, quickly hide behind my bear. You are so weak, a stone will kill you if you splash it."

"......thanks."

The Fat Director had mixed feelings, wanted to refute but had to admit that Ilya was right, so he could only thank him while quickly hiding behind Xiong.

Facts have proved that Ilya's worries are unnecessary. Astria's control over magic and power is very precise, and even a grain of sand on the coast has changed the scene of the entire island.

it's dark.

The stars descended on the island.

Along with it, there is also a huge golden scale.

Before Saron could stop him, he was brought to one end of the scale by the instantly activated treasure, while Astraia stood at the other end of the scale and shouted in a deep voice:

"Come count your crimes. My treasury is the night sky! Your crimes are the number of stars! The verdict is now! In your name—"

The stars all over the night sky suddenly moved, from conceptualization to reality, falling towards Saron like a meteor shower.

Saron didn't panic, nor did he hide.

No matter how gorgeous the scene when the Noble Phantasm is released, it is only a manifestation of energy after all.

So he raised his head, opened the "Star Pupil", and used his eye cannon to scan the falling stars.

The dark red light collided with the brilliant stars, bursting out even more dazzling light.

However, there are too many stars, even if Saron tried his best to maintain the output of the eye cannon, there are still many fish that slip through the net.

The power of a single star is very limited, not enough to break through the defense of Saron's body.But the restraint of attributes caused every star that fell on him to bring a considerable degree of pain.

Fortunately, the liberation of the Noble Phantasm came and went quickly, and it only lasted a few seconds before the scales disappeared.

The eye cannon that didn't stop shot through Astria's abdomen.

"What do you say? Do you want to continue to judge me?"

Saron stood there and asked.

If Astria still insisted, then he wouldn't mind taking the other party here.

"..."

Astria looked at Saron with a sinking face, was silent for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze, pointed at Illya and Fat Director and said: