After completely suppressing Rahmu, Nanshe decisively chose to liberate the Noble Phantasm.
"The reverse tide of the sea, the source of the incomparably great water, my spring, measure the life before you!"
"Mashu! Prepare for the impact!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted while providing support spells, "Miss Azusa, avoid accidents and release the Noble Phantasm at the same time! Don't hold back, kill Rahmu at once!"
The lethality of Nanshe's Noble Phantasm is indeed very strong, but - Rahmu's self-protection ability is equally strong. Last time, he hid in the black you and avoided the lethality of Nanshe's Noble Phantasm and survived. Knowing this Naturally, Fujimaru Ritsuka, the intelligence officer, wanted to avoid this situation from happening.
So, the current situation is-
Fujimaru Ritsuka used the spring water caused by Nanshe's Noble Phantasm as a means to cleanse away the black mud of Lahmu itself, and the real killing move was the Noble Phantasm of Azusa that followed closely behind.
Mashu's main role in this battle is to prevent Rahmu from escaping and avoiding other unexpected situations. Mashu's shield is indeed powerful and heavy, but it is not very useful in such a battlefield.
"[Ab She Kigal Nalades]!!!"
Nanshe's Noble Phantasm had finished chanting and was suddenly released.
The ground trembled.
puff--
boom! ! !
"Ah-ah-ahhhh!!!"
The intense and scalding spring flow violently gushes out from under the ground, enveloping Nan She's angry divine power, forming a vortex that crushes everything, and wraps Lahmu in it.
Rahmu let out a miserable scream and continued to produce black mud, trying to imitate the last time he escaped.
But now under the influence of Lawrence's Noble Phantasm, coupled with Nanshe's anger, Rahmu can only avoid part of the damage but cannot avoid it all.
and
The real killing move is already being prepared.
"This is, my brother, a famous name given by my king that will be passed down to future generations."
Zijuan leans on the good horse Zaoji, with her spear pressed against her back, her eyes wide open with anger, and her mouth muttering something.
"I am willing to use myself as the spear of Beichu and step forward to defeat thousands of soldiers!"
Zijuan's voice suddenly became louder. She retreated and took a bow, and thrust her spear forward. Her magic power had been condensed to an extreme level.
"Experience the bravery and roar of my female general!"
she growled.
"[Langya Daughter, a heroine through the ages]!!!"
Wow——!
"Ah-!"
The water flow from Nanshe's Noble Phantasm exploded, and the scarred Lahmu was exposed in front of Zijuan.
Zijuan's Noble Phantasm has been liberated, a second pseudo-spiritual core is hung on her chest, and the sharp weapon in her hand emerges like a dragon——
Get to the heart of Rahmu!
Buzz——
Zheng!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Rahmu gathered the tips of the four sharp limbs together, trying to resist Zijuan's slanting pine silver-topped spear, and at the same time let out an angry and fierce roar from his mouth.
"It's useless—die!"
Zijuan's eyes were bright and filled with incomparable killing power. The magic power in the spear became even more surging. Her slender waist drove her upper body and used huge power to thrust the leaning pine silver-topped spear forward——continue to thrust forward——!
Rahmu's body trembled.
It - it feels like it can no longer resist - Zijuan's power -
But it still resisted, resisted desperately.
Because Lachmu knew that if he could not block Zijuan's spear, he would undoubtedly die directly under this spear. He had to block it - he must block it -
"Don't even think about it!"
Zheng——
Nanshe's sword wrapped around the water flow and slashed from another direction.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
Rahmu looked at the sword that Nan She was looking at and screamed in anger and horror.
It was as if it had a psychological breakdown because it knew it was going to be killed.
It's going to be killed -!
Poof——
Zijuan's spear finally broke through Rakhmu's resistance and penetrated Rakhmu's body, shattering the dirty core.
Nanshe's sword also struck the connection between Rahmu's head and body. Although it did not directly decapitate Rahmu, it also cut a huge wound on Rahmu's neck.
Lahmu fought back crazily, towards Nanshe and Zijuan.
Especially Zijuan on the front, almost completely withstood the final madness of this terrifying monster.
but--
Useless.
Facing her pierced body, she just smiled casually and took a few steps back. The two pseudo-spiritual cores in her chest exploded one after another, but she was still safe after all.
The same goes for Nan She. The pseudo-spiritual core brought by Lawrence's Noble Phantasm exploded and retreated to a safe location.
Everyone looked at the terrifying monster lying on the ground, still struggling, trying to kill Nanshe, Zijuan, and everyone else.
"No, it shouldn't be like this"
The corners of Rahmu's mouth were flowing with blood that looked like black mud. His sharp and strange voice had a tone that sounded like crying, and he wanted to stand up with his four limbs.
"Mother. I am not yet a mother."
It tried its best to raise its almost severed head, opened and closed its mouth, and faced Nanshe's direction.
Among this group of people, the one it hates the most is Nanshe. Nanshe is also a descendant of Tiamat, but now she has killed herself as her mother's son. She is an undoubted traitor.
And Ishtar, Ereshkigal.
Gilgamesh, Ananu, and Enkidu.
And Uruk, and everything about Uruk.
"traitor--"
"You are all. Traitors!!!"
Rahmu's life force was about to expire, but its voice became sad, as if the person it was talking about was really the so-called traitor.
"Do you think that by killing me, this matter is over!?"
"Mother, mother, she is ready!"
It struggled with its ugly body and roared with a sharp voice.
"Mother will come back and she will take care of you."
Rahmu finally fell to the ground, his life gone.
But the creepy feeling it brought still enveloped the few people who had just fought it.
"What a terrifying thing."
Nanshe looked at Rahmu's body that gradually turned into black mud, her hands still trembling a little.
"Let's go back." Zijuan let go of her hand, and the Xiansong Silver-topped Spear disappeared temporarily. She got on her horse and rode on Zaoji's back, "If nothing else happens, the warcraft front should have calmed down a bit now. .”
"but"
Zijuan seemed to have some premonition and looked toward the southeast.
Over there is the direction of the ocean.
At least Rahmu's last sentence wasn't false.
Its mother, the mother of Mesopotamia, Tiamat.
Already coming back.
Persian Gulf.
Red-black soil has spread all over the sea.
In the middle of the black mud, there was a strange woman standing there.
