Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

"Eternal peace is also pain."

This kind of music was heard one after another from the dark clouds and smoke.

It vibrates the eardrums like a devilish sound.

Even if everyone covers their ears, they can still hear it, and it is directly transmitted to the brains of all living things.

527 "Haha, let's give it a try... Can death itself bring about the end?"

Moran seemed to be regrouping.

He twisted his body and thrust the sword into the ground, and the world around him seemed to be distorted in color.

It's like two huge forces fighting for territory.

The world, which was originally stained with gray, regained its color, and all the death energy was cleared from within.

The dead air within a hundred meters was cleared with Moran as the center.

Vivid blood color flowed in the air.

For the choir and the police, it was like falling from the underworld into a pool of blood.

An excessive amount of life energy filled the space.

As if responding to Moran's words.

The golden magic sword gradually merged into the interior of this space, and all kinds of magical beasts and mythical beasts broke out of the ground.

"I am the sword."

"I am a beast."

"I am thirsty."

"I am hungry."

"I am the being that brings death, I am the being that plays death, I am death, I am death, death, death, death, death--!!"

The emotionless roar buried the false world.

Two completely different forces confront each other.

Moran is currently in the state of "life" which is opposite to death.

He is also the best opponent of the Pale Knight.

Chapter 658: Sudden Changes [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

The golden light collides with the dark clouds.

A wailing sound echoed throughout the false world.

Not only did the servants of death launch attacks one after another, but the beasts created by Moran were also charging.

Blood and death splattered in the air.

In the heart of a city entangled in the nexus of war, the two leaders are engaged in their first head-on collision.

Moran tore through the dark clouds and smoke, dancing with the wind.

A figure that displayed both grace and power, without firearms or swords, but with only strong and sturdy arms.

As a matter of course, tear it apart, crush it, and crush it.

Even the planets were changing in accordance with his will, and space was stirring as if it had become his lungs.

Darkness is rushing and death is spreading.

A tsunami that sweeps across everything, swallowing everything in its path while spreading at supersonic speeds.

To use a metaphor, this is the concept of death itself.

Everything it touches, whether it is soil, wood, sand or gravel, will turn into mud.

This is the erosion of the grave. Since tangible things are bound to collapse, no matter how hard they struggle, they cannot escape the law of corruption.

Even Moran found it very difficult to face him.

Especially since the Pale Rider has no physical body.

It is the embodiment of the planet's mechanism, and the best way to completely defeat it is to defeat the planet itself.

But, this is obviously impossible.

Others might be helpless, but Moran has conditions that others don't have.

Moran has eyes that stare at death.

He can see through even death itself.

——The dead line is quite faint, and the dead point is almost invisible

——Is it really worthy of being called death itself?

Moran smiled slightly at the thought.

His magic eye can plunder vitality by cutting the death line, and it is unknown what effect it will have on the Pale Knight.

——But you can try.

Just as this thought came to Moran's mind, and he was about to extend his claws to cut off the opponent's death line -

A sound like a soul-severing cry was heard.

The darkness that was originally expanding stagnated and even showed signs of gradual collapse.

In an instant, the black fog created by the Pale Knight, and the monsters and skeletons summoned from the shadows.

They crumble into powder and turn into dust as if they were decaying.

As if I had done what I was supposed to do.

All have lost their form.

"...Is there something wrong with the source?"

Moran couldn't help but frown.

It makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

He hasn't taken it seriously yet.

As a result, the Pale Knight mutated.

If what he thought was correct, something probably happened to the master, Tsubaki Uchiha.

The false world, the mansion of Ganqiu.

Move the time forward a little.

While Jesta was confronting Hiel and the others, Tsubaki Ueki saw something unusual happening outside through the window.

The moment I saw it.

Her legs went limp and she knelt by the window.

The world visible outside the window is completely different from what it was just now.

The blue sky was obscured by dark clouds, and several skeletons resembling gigantic monsters were striding through the city.

The once lush green grass and trees in the garden had withered and died, and ominous black smoke was rising from the ground.

"What's going on...monsters...they're all monsters..."

Fear was revealed on Xiaochun's face.

She felt no fear when facing the Pale Knight.

However, when she saw the skeleton monster, she felt uneasy and fearful for some reason.

Little did she know that this was human instinct.

It is impossible for humans to see the scythe of death without fear.

In an instant, it sensed Xiaochun's fear, and a black ball made of black smoke appeared in the living room.

Xier and others present were slightly stunned. They did not dare to make any big moves at this time.

However, it was obvious that they were being too sentimental.

The Pale Knight came to the living room with only one goal in mind. He opened the black mist and protected Xiaochun like a hug.

It silently soothed Xiaochun's fear.

"Mr. Dark...?"

When Xiaochun saw it appear, he regained his sense of security.

On the other side, the Pale Knight did not respond at all, but just kept shaking his body to block Xiaochun's vision, so that she could not see the horrible world outside the window.

Immediately afterwards, everyone was in a state of tension.

Yuzuru Niuchi appeared here.

"Xiaochun, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, Dad, there are a lot of monsters outside... No, that assassin sister is injured!"

Xiaochun was so anxious that she started crying.

She hurried from the pale knight's arms to her father's side, completely unsure of what to do.

At the same time, Xiaochun's mother also appeared.

".Tsubaki, don't worry. Those huge, huge skeletons are your companions."

".........companion?"

Xiaochun was a little confused.

At the same time, I was also surprised by what my parents said.

What she cared about at the moment was the injured female assassin and the terrifying skeletons walking around in the outside world.

The first time she saw them.

I thought that these monsters had injured the female assassin.

In fact, the process is even more bizarre.

The one who led the Pale Knight to attack people was Jesta, and the people he wanted to deal with were Father Hansa and others.

The female assassin was merely implicated in an indiscriminate attack.

She was not the target of the Pale Knight's attack.

But, looking at the results.

It was indeed the Pale Rider who had injured her.

Niqiu Yuzuru said calmly:

"Tsubaki, Mom's right. Those skeletons are just like Mr. Black Paint."

"But, but, Mr. Dark is different! Mr. Dark wouldn't do such a terrible thing..."

Xiaochun glanced out the window.

There, she saw a battlefield where life and death were intertwined, countless skeletons and wild beasts killing and gnawing at each other.

A horrific battlefield with blood and death splattered everywhere.

Just one look at it is chilling.

"It's true. Mr. Black Paint is the same as those. Mr. Black Paint is responsible for protecting you, but those Skeletons are weapons. So there's nothing Tsubaki can do about it even if she's afraid of them, Qing."

The mother said this while protecting Xiaochun behind her.

The same is true for Xiqiu Xihe.

Before Xiaochun understood what was going on, dark alien shadows suddenly appeared from all directions.

They are all kinds of monsters.

The breath of death emanated from them.