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Chapter 208: Holy Spear Longomyniad

Morpheus and his group were on their way to the Holy City. They were moving much faster than at the beginning. Solving the problems of the world as soon as possible was what everyone was thinking.

Although the dead will be resurrected after the history of this world is corrected, seeing ordinary people being killed like this still makes people feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, Morpheus suddenly felt something and raised his head.

"Everyone, look, what's in the sky?!" Mashu pointed to the sky and shouted to everyone.

Everyone saw the situation in the sky at this time. There were endless dark clouds that covered the sky, but in one place, the clouds were torn open, and in the huge torn hole, one could see a halo crossing the blue sky. It was Goetia's creation.

However, what attracted everyone now was not Goetia's halo, but a huge spear tip emitting golden light. The golden spear that gathered enormous power was actually smashing down to the ground!

And its target is the village that Morpheus and others saw when they left!

That was an attack that contained divinity, an attack that could easily change the terrain and evaporate mountains!

If this attack hits the village below, the entire village will be wiped out, everything will be reduced to ashes, and no debris will be left!

"This is the Holy Spear Longominid!" Medea's eyes widened slightly. She immediately recognized the nature of the attack that came from the sky. This also made Bedivere's face change drastically: "This is the king's attack!"

There is nothing wrong with what he said. The Holy Spear Longomeniad is in King Arthur's hand. The one who is using the Holy Spear to attack now is naturally the Lion King Artoria who has turned into a god!

Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka's expressions also became serious. Even though they knew that Morpheus was extremely powerful, they could also feel that the power contained in the thing in the sky was very strong, so strong that it was even difficult to tell whether Morpheus was stronger or the holy spear light cannon that was falling down was stronger.

The hot wind in the Gobi Desert suddenly stopped, and then blew more violently, as if a violent tornado was about to appear.

Morpheus's cashmere windbreaker curled into a sharp arc in the heat wave, and the double-row of silver-plated buttons reflected a cold light as he raised his head.

The four-color symbols on the lining have begun to work, the magic power of the four elements has gathered, and a cold light flashed in Morpheus' eyes.

When he looked up, he felt a crisp sound of dislocated bones in his neck - this was his dynamic vision that exceeded human limits and was forcibly tracking the changes in the celestial phenomena. In an instant, he had already activated the technique, which increased his strength and reaction to more than ten times that of an ordinary person.

The muscles in Mashu's right forearm, which was holding the shield, twitched slightly. The shield had not yet been touched by any attack, but the violent air had already reacted under the powerful pressure of the holy spear!

Even though the Holy Lance has not yet hit the ground, the enormous magic power and violent air pressure it brings have already had a huge impact on the surroundings. If it continues, all humans with flesh and blood will be squeezed to death by the air pressure!

If this really happens, the person hit by this blow will suffer extremely great pain when dying!

"Medea, it's up to you!" Morpheus said, raising his right hand.

He was not afraid of this kind of attack, but the shock wave generated when counteracting this kind of attack would definitely be very large, and it would still have an impact on the ordinary people below.

Medea saw what Morpheus was thinking, smiled and nodded, then raised her hands. In an instant, a huge magic circle appeared around her. Then, the magic circle quickly expanded and turned into a pale purple film, covering the bottom of the holy spear and the village in the distance.

With the appearance of this film, the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere in the air finally disappeared, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.

However, through the film, one can still see the Holy Lance attack approaching from the sky. If the Holy Lance hits it directly, this layer of film will definitely not be able to withstand it.

But Medea knew that she didn't need to withstand it herself, and she could leave the task of dealing with the Holy Lance's attacks to Morpheus.

In front of him, the golden magic book was emitting light, and the mythical power contained in it also appeared, it was a surging lightning!

Thunder and lightning were roaring, and huge amounts of lightning gathered in the dark clouds in the sky. These lightnings fell down in an instant and condensed in Morpheus's hands.

That is the lightning belonging to the God King, the thunder of judgment containing the power of the Lord God, the supreme thunder that can annihilate everything!

These lightning bolts gathered into a long lightning spear in Morpheus's hand. Then, Morpheus aimed at the holy spear falling from the sky and threw it out like a javelin.

"boom!"

At this moment, the speed of the lightning gun flying out exceeded the speed of sound, bringing up a series of shock waves, and the exploded space was wailing.

"boom!"

With a loud roar, the huge body of the Holy Lance collided with the small lightning spear thrown by Morpheus, and then caused a violent explosion. A dazzling light appeared in the air, as if a sun suddenly appeared.

In that light, the Holy Spear's body slowly rotated and began to unravel like a rope, then gradually disappeared.

The attack from the Lion King's Noble Phantasm was blocked by Morpheus.

This made everyone cheer, and even the refugees who were heading towards the village couldn't help but shout, loudly thanking God for his salvation.

But soon, they were faced with new despair.

The sky at the end of everyone's sight was like parchment torn by a god, and the golden tip of the Holy Spear Longominiard was piercing through the clouds and slowly pressing down.

The clouds it touched did not dissipate, but directly vaporized into purple plasma, forming a spiral rainbow ring around the gun body.

That was the second one, and there was a third one. A total of two holy spears were pressing down, bringing a more powerful pressure than the first one!

The air is wailing!

Even the world is wailing!

Over a village more than a dozen kilometers away, atmospheric pressure was increasing exponentially. The first to collapse were the poor birds—their eyeballs burst within their skulls, blood spraying out in atomized sprays from the cracks in their scales. After all, they were flying too high, leaving them unprotected by the Medea barrier.

If it was just one, Medea wouldn't be worried at all, but now there were two. Medea asked, "Do you need help?"

Morpheus smiled and shook his head: "No need!"

The magic formula on the magic book was quickly activated again. Under the flow of magic power in Morpheus' body, the power of Zeus in the legend was aroused, and once again turned into a spear flashing with lightning in Morpheus's hand!

And, there are two of them!

Morpheus took a step forward and threw the first spear out fiercely. Then he picked up the second one, aimed at another holy spear in the sky, and threw it out as well!

The two lightning guns hit their targets one after the other, causing a violent explosion. The violent impact stirred up that area, spreading in all directions without mercy but fairly!

But soon, the third lightning gun appeared and suddenly exploded about a few hundred meters away from the first two.

The explosive power of this lightning gun is very low, very low. In comparison, it may be only half as powerful, or even less.

However, with the help of this explosion, most of the impact caused by the explosion of the two holy spears was offset. Even if the remaining impact fell on Medea's protective barrier, it only caused faint ripples and did not cause any impact.

"This operation... is somewhat similar to reactive armor!" Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately saw the reason why Morpheus did this, and Morpheus nodded slightly and smiled, "As expected of you, you are really smart!"

Although he was communicating with Fujimaru Ritsuka, Morpheus did not let down his guard. Looking at the sky, he could continuously use his Noble Phantasm, the Holy Spear Longomyniad, to launch long-range light cannon attacks. The second time, he fired two shots directly, so it was very likely that three or even four shots would be fired in a row.

If a group of us go over now and the enemy continues to attack, everyone here will probably be wiped out.

The safest way nowadays is probably...

Morpheus thought for a moment and looked at Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Ritsuka, you and Mashu will guard here, along with the others. Set up the barrier for protection. Mashu's shield can also serve as protection. As for you, Ritsuka, remember to use your full strength when the time comes. By utilizing the power of Ame no Murakumo, you can also neutralize the Holy Lance's attack."

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood Morpheus's plan: "Are you planning to charge in alone, rush to the Holy City as quickly as possible, and eliminate the Lion King?"

"That's right!" Morpheus nodded and looked at Bedivere beside him. "Come with me if you want. I have no problem flying with one person."

Bedivere was filled with pain when he saw that the Lion King would use such powerful force to attack ordinary people without hesitation. After listening to Morpheus's plan, he knew that he was not qualified to stop the other party. He could only hope to rush over or remove his arm and hand it to the other party.

But now, after hearing Morpheus' invitation, he was stunned for half a second before he immediately nodded and agreed. At the same time, he looked at Morpheus with great gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Morpheus!"

"It's okay. I was just thinking that this is your fate, the fate of the Lion King. The matter between you two really needs to be resolved this way. If you can't resolve it, I'll take action later."

He said, and looked at Medea again: "Sorry, I can only ask you for help this time."

"Don't worry, I know my job is important. These people will be fine." Medea smiled and gently touched Black Jeanne. "Then I'll ask you to be my personal bodyguard."

Black Jeanne laughed, her smile very confidently: "Don't worry, as long as I'm not dead, no one can hurt you!"

Seeing that everyone was willing to cooperate, Morpheus grabbed Bedivere. At that moment, the flying spell was activated, and the whole person flew up all of a sudden, passed through the barrier set up by Medea, and rushed into the clouds in the sky at an extremely fast speed.

"Flying so high?" Bedivere looked at the height in surprise. The people on the ground had turned into millet grains. He originally thought that the way of flying relied on some magic, and the flying height might be very limited. But now looking at this situation, it is more powerful than many flying treasures.

Then, at that moment, Morpheus' speed exceeded the speed of sound, leaving a long wake in the air.

"Is this your magic?!" No matter how calm Bedivere was, he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"It's magic, not sorcery!" Morpheus shouted, explaining to the other party, "Do you want to learn? I can teach you!"

"No, no thanks!" Bedivere shook his head, but still asked again in surprise, "Is it magic?!"

Magic is something that we dare not even think about. Even Merlin would not dare to say that he knows a lot of magic.

"Was that what you used against the Holy Spear Longomyniad also magic?"

"Yes, it is magic. It imitates the thunder and lightning of Zeus, the king of gods in Greek mythology. Because it is Zeus in the mythology, the power and concept imitated are actually much stronger than the original Zeus." Morpheus continued to explain carefully.

"The Zeus in mythology? You mean, have you seen the real Zeus?" Bedivere became more and more surprised. If the man in front of him had really seen the God-King Zeus, then who was his identity?

After all, the other party looked like a human being, not a heroic spirit. There was no such thing as a half-human, half-god hero with divine blood being summoned during the Age of Gods. But in this era, how could there still be the blood of God remaining in the world?

Could it be that, like himself and King Arthur, they are ancient people who have stayed in this era for some special reasons?

"Don't think too much. I am a human from the future. It's just that for some reasons I traveled through time to Greece in the Age of Gods, so I have met the main god of Greece." Morpheus saw the doubts in Bedivere's heart and explained briefly.

At this moment, a light suddenly appeared in the distance. It was a dazzling golden light, coming straight towards this side!

"Is that the attack of the Holy Spear Longomyniad?!"

"That's right, it's just as I thought. Although we see it suddenly appear from above from the ground, the Holy Lance's attack actually starts from the attacker, rises into the air, then flies in a high-altitude orbit before finally striking again."

Morpheus laughed and threw Bedivere out. Bedivere widened his eyes and listened to the whistling of the wind in his ears. His mind was confused for a while.

I was thrown out by Morpheus at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters?!

Then he saw lightning appear in Morpheus's hand again, and a lightning spear was thrown out by him, hitting the holy spear Longomeniyad in front!

Chapter 209 Rocket Rain

The Holy Spear Longomyniad is indeed powerful, and the being who wields this weapon and conducts the attack is a god walking on earth. His magic power is naturally incomparable to that of ordinary heroic spirits, so this kind of attack can be said to be continuous.

If it weren't for Morpheus, someone would definitely have to sacrifice themselves to stop this attack, but because of Morpheus, this attack is now not very useful.

Thor's spear roared forward in the air, causing the clouds below to react like thunderstorms, and more lightning gathered from the clouds and entered the thrown thunder spear.

The moment the two weapons collided, a violent wind blew violently. This was because the air was squeezed and dispersed by the powerful energy, causing a shock wave. This blow directly created a cloudless area of ​​dozens of kilometers in the sky. The clean, blue sky could be seen clearly at this moment.

Bedivere felt the "joy" of falling rapidly from a high altitude. This joy made his adrenaline surge like crazy, making his brain extremely clear at this moment. He was so clear that he could imagine himself turning into a pulp after falling to the ground.

However, after seeing Morpheus use the lightning spear to break the attack of the Holy Spear Rongomeniad, he had to admit that throwing himself away and then offsetting the attack of the Holy Spear Rongomeniad was the most correct choice.

So, even though he knew that he might really die this time, Bedivere had no complaints in his heart. Instead, he looked at his right arm, grabbed it with his left hand, wanted to pull it off, and then throw it to this guy named Morpheus.

Perhaps he is the one who can truly bring King Arthur back to peace!

At this moment, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and then a bright screen, and his whole body was caught in an instant and flew forward.

"Is it fun to land from a high altitude?" Morpheus asked with a smile, grabbing Bedivere. "If you find it exciting, I think you can try skydiving when you become a Heroic Spirit and are summoned. It's really fun."

Bedivere forced out a smile and said, "No, no need!"

Such exciting enjoyment is only good once. Doing it more than once is really not good for your heart.

"Really? Skydiving is a great way to exercise!" Morpheus continued to promote it, but when he saw Bedivere's unhappy expression, he laughed secretly and stopped talking.

His flying speed was extremely fast, and coupled with the direction from which the Holy Spear Longomeniad had attacked, he had a clearer understanding of where the target city was.

……

The Temple of the Sun has risen, transformed into a mobile fortress, and the masters of the temple, Ramses II and Nitocris, are looking into the distance.

They both saw clearly how the Holy Spear Longomeniad attacked the innocent village.

Naturally, they also saw clearly what happened next.

"This is a truly unexpected development," Ramses II smiled, crossing his legs and gazing into the distance. "I originally thought he would use a power more closely related to angels, but it turns out the power he used is closer to Zeus's."

Nitocris's eyes were filled with confusion. "I feel like the power within that lightning spear is even more complex than Zeus's own power."

"Yes, indeed. Although it resembles the power of Zeus, it is somewhat different. It is a mixture of different concepts. Compared to the original Zeus, this lightning power is closer to perfection."

Ramses II agreed with Nitocris's analysis. He slowly moved the temple forward and continued, "He can still fly and move very quickly. He can easily deal with the attacks of the Holy Spear Longomeniad while flying. Perhaps this matter will be over even sooner than we initially expected. Time is running out for the Lion King."

At this moment, Ramses II seemed extremely confident. He even looked aside and said, "Come out."

A dark yet tall figure appeared in the shadows, representing the concept of death: Hassan, the old man of the mountain!

The Grand-level assassin looked at Ramses II and asked solemnly, "What are your plans?"

"I've just decided to watch the show. If he needs help, I'll help. This world truly deserves to be saved, and he has the ability to do so. Now it seems he doesn't need my help anymore." Ramses II finished speaking and then asked, "What about you? Servant of the Assassin's Crown!"

The old man in the mountain spoke: "I will observe you all, including you and Morpheus."

The hoarse voice sounded extremely steady. He also saw what was happening in the distance. When the Holy Spear Longomeniad fell down, if Morpheus and others had not intercepted it, he would have planned to take action himself at the critical moment.

Fortunately, the attack of the Holy Spear Longomyniad was blocked by those people, and they didn't seem to be under any pressure when intercepting him.

This also made the old man in the mountain relax. Just like Ramses II, the stronger Chaldea is, the less responsibility people like him would have to take. In this way, his life would naturally become more relaxed.

This kind of work seemed to have become like a vacation, and even the aloof old man in the mountains, the assassins' boss, found it very soothing.