The underground cave, which should have been dark with only an occasional faint light, was now illuminated by sparks generated by the collision of axes and rocks, auras generated by weapon enchantments, and colorful magic.
Through these wonderful lights and shadows, it can be clearly seen that three strong men of different heights and sizes and a female swordsman riding a silver pegasus are besieging a very strong humanoid creature wearing a horny carapace.
However, although the attack was massive, it seemed that they were at a disadvantage.
"They can kill Doomsday three times, four times at most, and never more than five times, and the monster can be resurrected at least twelve times." Sherlock, standing in a corner of the cave far away from the battlefield, asserted.
"Can you reason about monsters you haven't seen before?" Moriarty stood aside with his arms folded.
"[This is common sense, my dear friend. (ElentaryMydear)]" Sherlock replied.
"!" Moriarty, who was about to say something, subconsciously took a half step back, then realized something was wrong and stood up again, clearing his throat and pretending that nothing happened.
Bang, bang, bang.
Following the words that Sherlock just spoke, seven or eight spheres glowing with pale white light took shape near the fierce battlefield and quickly transformed into...stage searchlights.
After taking shape, they cast their blazing beams of light at the pitch-black horny carapace monster in unison, as if lighting a singer on the stage.
Being in the "spotlight", the pitch-black monster, which was originally responding to the attacks around it nonchalantly, followed the same pattern and tried to catch the mace, but was knocked backwards by a blow that was not too violent.
"At present, the rebirth and damage immunity of this monster, originally called 'The Destroyer' and now calling itself 'Doomsday', are not too exaggerated." Sherlock pretended not to notice Moriarty's actions and continued: "If
It simply and crudely categorizes the sources of damage into 'physical' and 'magical', so there's really no need to fight."
"The Three Warriors of Asgard killed it three times with just 'physical attacks'." Moriarty continued.
"Piercing, slashing and bludgeoning," Sherlock nodded: "Every time it is fatally injured due to an attack method, the 'horny' on its body will undergo some kind of 'mutation', making the same type of damage completely ineffective. Now
The 'Three Warriors of Asgard' and Sif simply use the thrust generated by their attacks to restrict its movements. Even if I reduce a large amount of defense power, they are still unable to cause any damage."
"Perhaps it doesn't want to just divide the attacks into physical and magical categories, but its own upper limit determines that it cannot do it," Moriarty turned his attention to wandering around the battlefield like a shadow, not to be destroyed.
Sun's "Vision" creates any opportunity for the incarnation to escape: "Just like this professor, as a virus aggregate, theoretically it can swallow and absorb anything and wipe out all the subordinates of 'Destroying Sun', but he dare not swallow it"
It lost its true form because of lack of strength."
"I'm sure he can hear us," Sherlock shrugged: "To prevent us from being eroded silently, Professor Mercer must have left part of his body with us."
"...I'm telling the truth," Moriarty said harshly, and then quickly changed the subject: "As for magic, we have to plan carefully. If some kind of compound magic allows him to mutate only once and become immune to two sources, that's fine.
What a big loss.”
"Light and life, storm and thunder, frost and fire, darkness and death, assuming that each attribute of our branch can kill it once, four plus seven, it is still one less time," Sherlock replied: "By the way
, my 'Light Spear' naturally belongs to 'Light'."
"No matter what, I have to try."
——
Next, there is a long and varied magic bombing at the cost of the lives of the three warriors of Asgard and Sif. As for the magic required? Moriarty has the support of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, and Sherlock is
Recovery is faster than use, basically everything is in a "perpetual motion" state.
Finally, when "Magic Immunity" started in "Doomsday", the originally small underground cave had been expanded by more than three times under the influence of various "shaping magics".
"I can understand that explosions count as fire and sound waves count as thunder, but why are water attacks counted as frost magic? Is it the other way around?"
"It is reasonable to regard earth attacks and magic missiles as physical bludgeoning, but how can toxins and corrosive effects be counted as 'dark magic'? It is entirely possible that they have nothing to do with darkness."
"Oh, it's exactly eleven times. Did the person who created this monster plan it in advance?"
After reuniting, Sherlock and Moriarty looked much weaker than before, and the whole "people" were crumbling, but "Doomsday", who refused to fall, was at a loss for a while.
After a brief silence, Moriarty's eyes lost focus, and his whole person began to exude a dark atmosphere from the inside out.
Oh, went to consult the "Lord of the Dark Dimension"? But he obviously didn't know that there was a more direct and effective source of intelligence here.
Sherlock turned his attention to the edge of the cave. Illya, whose body was glowing with bright red light, was sitting on the "Firebolt". She held her chin in one hand and tilted her head slightly, watching the "Doomsday" being besieged with some boredom.
Perhaps he was mistaken, but there was a faint look of "nostalgia" on the face of the vice-principal.
"[The 'Destroyer' is just an ordinary person who has been injected with the 'Doomsday virus',"" she said without looking at Sherlock at all, as if she knew he was looking at him with pleading eyes: "[The difference between him and Doomsday is,
The difference between the modified spider elves and the original him is even greater. In theory, it is impossible for him to have the ability of "not being killed twice by the same attack", especially if he calls himself "Destruction Day".
Very unreasonable.】"
What kind of monsters was Asgard fighting in ancient times?
"[The most likely reason at present is that due to the intervention of the 'Lord of the Dark Dimension Dormammu', other universe demons or dimension lords have an opportunity to infiltrate their power into the arena and make the 'Destroyer'
'Super evolution' occurs,]" Illya said in a relaxed tone as if talking about what to eat for afternoon tea: "[In this case, it is useless to simply exhaust the 'attack methods', because there will definitely be one left in the end.
The species cannot be found.]”
So that’s it, then the answer is already there.
"[Let me give you a hint,]" Illya said happily, "[The lance you got from Gray, her real name is 'Goddess Rhongoyniad'"
,After all, how can it be possible to transfer one’s own ‘Noble Phantasm’?】”
No, no, you are just highlighting the topic directly.
"I have already thought of the answer, and it seems that you have too." Moriarty, who was in a daze for a moment, looked at Sherlock with a satisfied expression: "How about we each write the answer on our hands?"
Who showed him "RoaheThreeKgdos"?
Vice Principal, that's okay.
Sherlock shrugged, wrote a word in his palm, and then opened it together with Moriarty's outstretched fist:
