After Sidi's brain was suffocated for a short time, a chill spread all over his body.
All thoughts were thrown out of mind at this moment.
At this moment, the ink-fire mecha burned like a torch all over its body, and its hands quickly formed seals.
The shadow of the huge fire lotus bloomed instantly behind it, and then starting from the edge of the petals, a huge and gorgeous flame lotus like a star appeared in the starry sky.
The last elegy [death and decay]!
The moment when the bright red lotus appeared was the most brilliant moment, but in the blink of an eye, the fire lotus began to wither and shrink.
At this moment, tens of thousands of meters in front and behind the ink fire mecha began to shatter and collapse.
This is Mo Huo's ultimate skill.
Focusing on itself, it can damage the enemy by one thousand and damage itself by eight hundred, an extremely powerful attack that is enough to collapse a star.
However, in his field of vision, the mecha ignored the spatial turbulence generated at this moment and barged in boldly.
The long sword slashed straight down, and the two mechas clashed fiercely.
Shura penetrated the giant ink lotus like a red thread, and his figure slowly stopped.
Countless ink-colored flames on the surface of the dilapidated machine body seemed to be trying hard to burn and completely corrode the mecha.
However, the ink-colored flame was extinguished quietly and silently.
The Blood Hell Sword in Shura's hand was no longer surrounded by thunder, and looked like a dark red saber.
Coupled with the dim and cracked appearance of the mecha, at this moment, Shura had reached the point where his fuel was exhausted and he was frozen in space, motionless.
Tens of thousands of meters behind it, the area where the ink lotus withered and collapsed continued to fragment.
The ink fire mecha was unscathed...
In an instant, cheers erupted in Solomon's fleet, and morale increased again.
"This is me...the Great Solomon!"
The voice of Osei, the knight of the fifty-seventh goalpost, stirred in the channel.
His mecha [Black Panther] was like a cosmic wind rushing over Solomon's fleet at this moment.
"I am the Great Solomon!"
In all the battleships, the voices of Solomon members sounded at the same moment.
Their blood boils.
Victory will always be with you.
Tick tock…
A drop of blood fell to the ground, causing a shallow splash of blood.
In the bloody cockpit, Mu Fan raised his head and looked at the energy scale displayed on the light screen in front of him.
[Energy 0.4%, can maintain high-intensity combat for 50 minutes, can maintain ultra-high-intensity combat for 20 seconds, and cannot enter an overload state. 】
Tick tock…
There was another sound of blood dripping from the nose.
Two bright blood flowers appeared at Mu Fan's feet.
"This battle ends."
As Mu Fan murmured softly, Shura turned around and looked at the formation.
The arm flicked slightly.
The Blood Hell Knife, which had lost its thunderous surround and looked ordinary, came out of his hand and turned into a stream of light that pierced the formation.
The slowly rotating scabbard in the sky seemed to be pulled by some kind of force at this moment, and suddenly accelerated back!
This scene……
Let all Solomon's cheers freeze completely.
Is that Shura machine okay?
What does this throwing knife mean?
No one saw how the Blood Hell Knife disappeared. People only saw the Shura mecha heading toward the area of death and decay with bare hands.
The moment the edge of the space dyed ink came into contact with Shura, it... collapsed into mist.
Shura just passed by Mo Huo calmly.
It seemed that the cloak was gently rolled around Mo Huo's body, and a straight crack appeared straight from the neck to the waist, and then in the dull eyes of everyone...
More and more cracks emerged from around the crack, covering the whole body in an instant and disappearing silently.
The demon machine [Ink Fire], which has countless legendary pasts and bears the mark of Solomon's history, is like the ashes turned into by the red lotus after it blooms, floating in the space one after another.
At this point, Shura's knife full of murderous intent was truly displayed in front of everyone.
"My Great Solomon's undefeated God of War... unexpectedly..."
"Dead."
The muttering to himself echoed in the command room of the Holy Heroic Spirit Fleet.
Sidi was frivolous and always looked arrogant, and he was still here just now.
That is the knight of Solomon's twelfth gate, the red-haired Sidi who has the most potential among Solomon's new knights and has an unlimited future!
That was Sidi who he single-handedly brought out and regarded as his disciple!
Barbatos's eyes, which were calm and resolute under all circumstances, flashed with uncontrollable pain at this moment, veins appeared on the back of his hands, and his whole body let out a beastly roar that could no longer be suppressed!
"ah"
The shrill voice was filled with endless hatred.
"The whole ship attacks, the moment of decisive battle is coming. I, the great Solomon, travel across the stars and will never be defeated!"
At this moment, Barbatos' eyes were filled with blood.
"Knight Barbatos, your heart is already in chaos."
Baimen opened his eyes, and his beautiful face looked down.
"The appearance of the demon god Asura and the fall of Mo Huo... announced that the decisive force that can turn the tide of the war has arrived. The five leading knights are not here. If the other party goes against the trend and beheads them, what can you and I do to resist?"
"Where is your fleet of sacred heroic spirits, and where is your heroic spirit protection!"
Barbatos' tall and burly body suddenly turned around and stared at Baimon above, "From now on, I will transfer the command of the fleet to you, as long as you defeat that mecha!"
"Sorry, I can't." For the first time, a sense of powerlessness flashed through Baimon's eyes, and he raised his hand and pointed forward.
"That red light track...has only existed in the optical field of vision from beginning to end. There is no radiation signal, no heat source, it cannot be locked, and energy attacks are ineffective..."
Baimen gritted his teeth tightly and asked word by word: "The opponent is the mecha that killed the emperor's SSS-level [Ghost King]. The power has been seriously imbalanced! Wake up, Knight Barbatos!"
At this time, the crew member responsible for monitoring the battlefield added with an anxious expression:
"The white bow-wielding mecha is sniping with the Big Thunder Owl."
This was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Barbatos seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, with his hands on the podium and his eyes slumped.
At this time, Mu Fan's words before the war echoed in my mind...
"How many of your demon machines can be destroyed?"
Yes, they don't have many.
They only have one.
…
When Lu Qingxue looked back, she happened to see the scene of the red lotus withering and ending abruptly.
Mu Fan's tall and resolute figure flashed through those cold eyes.
Really just... an enemy of one...
A touching smile bloomed on that peerless face, and Lu Qingxue's eyes were full of warmth at this moment.
It seems that I can't fall behind.
He put away the smile that only opened to Mu Fan, and when those beautiful eyes blinked again, the eternal cold that had never melted when facing the enemy reappeared.
He drew his bow like a full moon and aimed his arrow at the seven mechas rushing out in front of the Holy Heroic Spirit Fleet.
Loose the string, the arrows are like shooting stars!
Frost Angel, join the battle.
Behind the white wings, Shura is like a warrior returning from the battlefield, covered in solidified blood, reappearing in the place where he just emerged, suspended in silence.
The two mechas are black and white, with an evil and coquettish killing aesthetic.
Shura raised his left hand.
The long sword Blood Prison that had just been sheathed in the sky gently fell into the palm of my hand.
No blood, no sheath.
Use killing to create the name of my demon god!
With his cloak fluttering, Shura raised his head and looked at the shadow fleet in front of him like billowing clouds.
The arm slowly raised up again, and the blood in his eyes was dim, focusing on the distance.
The huge dark cloud suddenly dispersed.
The entire Shadow Fleet was terrified at this moment!
Like a lone wolf returning from a bloodbath, Mu Fan raised his head and showed a mocking and bloody smile.
"Shadow Fleet, harvest time..."
"Advent."
Like a sharp warship flying through the curtain at dawn, Shura turned around to face the huge warship, took one step forward, and disappeared.
Shura's last battle before his energy was exhausted ended perfectly.
But the most glorious moment of the Shadow Fleet has just arrived.
Behind the Dawn Battleship was the reorganized Shadow Sky Fleet, which had not lost a single ship.
"The Sky Arrow Array..."
"Destiny..."
"Roar."
Qi Longxiang closed his eyes and nodded gently with a smile.
The shadow fleet, which briefly exited the hiding state in the frightened barrier, has been completely exposed to the field of vision.
Even if it's just less than a second.
But for the military god Qi Longxiang, it was enough.
[Full locking is successful, and the predicted validity period can last for 8 seconds.]
Black voices came at the same time.
Qi Longxiang raised his head, raised his hands, and waved forward gently.
In an instant, light arrows filled the universe densely, and an array of arrows from the sky penetrated the space.
On Shadow Island, thousands of Iron Tribe people stared with their mouths wide open as thousands of light arrows shot out.
And behind a white sphere floating quietly not far away.
It was the eyes of the entire Snow Tribe’s senior management that were so shocked that they were almost dull.
"Hardly shaken...the origin of the ancient god...Solomon..."
The hairs on the backs of the six elders of the Snow Clan felt a chill in their hearts.