Infinite Simulation: From Konoha To Moon

Chapter 110: The Horse-Slaying Saber

"Fu!"

Fu Fu crawled out of Li Xiang's arms and stood on his shoulder to catch his breath.

Astati reached out and touched its head, saying, "Poor little thing, you must have been suffocating."

Fu Fu nodded in agreement.

"Reversing the barrier according to the normal procedure would waste too much time. Let's just break it with brute force," said Li Xiang, who was already feeling annoyed. Even if it was a True Ancestor, he and Astati could handle it with their strength.

"Fu Fu will follow you," Astati said.

Astati withdrew her hand and continued, "After we go in, we'll split up and search for Rubare."

She picked up three red gemstones and threw them out directly.

The gemstones ignited fiercely as they rubbed against the air.

In an instant, they collided with the hidden barrier like three meteors falling from the sky.

There was no thunderous sound, but a faint red mist rose up like a smoke bomb.

The mist corroded the barrier, creating large holes.

Layer after layer, it continued downwards until all six layers were completely pierced through.

Although barriers usually have a repair function, it would be difficult to repair such large holes.

With a crisp sound like a shattered mirror, the barrier collapsed and disappeared completely, revealing the interior.

It was a large castle connected by five smaller castles.

After the barrier was broken, there was surprisingly no reaction from inside.

It was truly strange.

Li Xiang activated his Spirit Speech - Fairy Dancer and his body flickered, appearing in front of the castle.

But as soon as he entered the range, he felt his blood being faintly sucked into the ground.

So that's how it is.

It's a magic array.

No wonder Astati said it was a trap earlier.

It was probably meant to lure the Holy Song Squad here and wipe them all out to avenge the past.

For a magician, it might actually be quite useful.

But Li Xiang was different. After activating his Spirit Speech, he was no longer purely human. He was a half-blood dragon, or in the terms of Type-Moon, a Phantasmal Species.

He nodded to Astati and headed towards the left.

It had to be said that the castle was really big.

The distance from left to right was at least three to four hundred meters.

Only a magic barrier of this size could have such a powerful effect.

Perhaps it was also related to Rubare's promotion to True Ancestor.

There was only one vacant seat among the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors.

To surpass the other Dead Apostles, Rubare's current strength was not enough unless his power increased dramatically.

Li Xiang had been discovered.

He took out his Han Sword and threw it directly.

A scream immediately rang out.

A Dead Apostle in the distance fell to the ground with a Han Sword stuck in his neck.

Li Xiang raised an eyebrow.

The Dead Apostle died on the spot and didn't get up again.

That's how it should be.

The Seven Deadly Sins, as the highest achievement of alchemy, is definitely not inferior to the God Eater in Fate/stay night.

Moreover, in a certain sense, the Dragon Knight is similar to the Dead Apostle.

Since the Seven Deadly Sins can even bring an end to the Dragon King, there's no reason they can't deal with the Dead Apostles.

This is Li Xiang's first time using the Seven Deadly Sins against the Dead Apostles, and it has given him a pleasant surprise.

His thoughts flashed by.

Countless Dead Apostles surged towards him from all directions.

Suddenly, Li Xiang thought of "Resident Evil".

He instantly appeared in front of Han Jian, but in the blink of an eye, he withdrew Kaidō Gukko and drew out the Seven Deadly Sins - Wrath, which is a katana.

For dealing with this kind of group battle, the long and hard katana is undoubtedly more suitable for bloody fighting.

The katana has two forms.

Li Xiang originally thought he could only trigger the first form, which is a long sword measuring 1.8 meters, but to his surprise, as soon as he held it, the katana began to tremble violently.

In an instant, the blade became unusually long, reaching eight meters, and it was covered with spikes, like a skeletal raging dragon.

Although it's not the jokingly referred to forty-meter giant sword, relative to Li Xiang's height of less than two meters, it can still be considered a small horse pulling a big cart.

Fortunately, Yan Ling gave him enough power, otherwise, he might not be able to pick it up, let alone wield it.

The Dead Apostles discovered that their surrounded enemy had disappeared, immediately looking around, and then they spotted Li Xiang not far away and rushed towards him once again.

"Good timing!"

A sense of heroism arose in Li Xiang's heart.

Indeed, the bigger something is, the more exciting it is.

He charged forward, exerting force with both hands, and directly swept horizontally in a simple and rough manner.

A strong wind rose.

Li Xiang's immense power made the speed of the katana not slow, coupled with its large size, causing a fierce wind to blow.

The spikes easily pierced into the bodies of the Dead Apostles, and then the excessive force tore them in half.

In theory, with the presence of spikes, it should have created a scene similar to a string of candied haws.

But the bodies of the low-level Dead Apostles were not as durable as imagined.

Countless bodies flew into the sky and quickly turned into a wave of blood.

It can be said that there was a great amount of bleeding.

But this is normal.

Ordinary humans have a lot of blood, not to mention the Dead Apostles who feed on blood, their blood reserves are not small.

It also proves that they have committed various evil deeds.

The blood on the ground was continuously absorbed.

Li Xiang noticed this and it confirmed his speculation.

Lubare not only needs the blood of magicians, but also the blood of his relatives.

The more blood he has, the stronger his power becomes, ultimately ascending to the True Ancestor.

Perhaps according to his thinking, after reaching the True Ancestor, he can defeat the Lord Barthomeloi.

It can only be said that he is naive.

Although Li Xiang doesn't know how much blood he needs, it must be a huge amount.

Otherwise, there would be no need to take such a risk and directly come to London to attract the Holy Chant Squad.

The sound of breaking wind rang out.

Only to see several Dead Apostles leaping up, jumping nearly ten meters high, and then at an extremely fast speed, pouncing towards Li Xiang in the center.

"Enhance!"

After using magic, the power within Li Xiang's body increased a bit.

He gripped the katana and formed a half-circle in front of him.

All the Dead Apostles that came into contact with it turned into fragments.

In the face of absolute power, their bodies were like paper.

But there are too many of them.

Li Xiang looked at the dead disciples gathering around him, glanced at the center of the castle, and suddenly thought of a skill from "Warcraft".

With a low roar, he used the power of his long sword to jump to a height of nine meters, and then his body began to spin.

Blade Storm!

It was as if a sprinkler was watering the area within a dozen meters of his body with blood.

As for Fu Fu, she had already left Li Xiang and landed not far away.

But no dead disciple dared to approach her.

Even the dead disciples who were violently thrown in front of her by Li Xiang and survived were filled with fear, crawling and rolling away.

Even without limbs, their remaining eyes were longing for the outside world.

Li Xiang casually cast a levitation spell on himself.

Then the Blade Storm moved towards the center of the castle.

It created a bloody path through the dead disciples, and wherever it went, blood splashed and couldn't be stopped.

It was like a meat grinder.

Li Xiang ran to the front of them and turned around to kill them again.

With a single swing of his broadsword, he slashed from north to south, and from south to north.

He didn't even blink.

Finally, the dead disciples were almost all dead.

Only the advanced ones were left.

They retained human intelligence, and were even smarter than the other dead disciples.

They didn't rush forward foolishly like the others.

Li Xiang also stopped spinning.

It was embarrassing to be spinning in the air with no one attacking.

He took a breath.

Actually, he didn't exert too much physical strength, but his head was a little dizzy.

Just then, a young-looking dead disciple suddenly rushed forward like lightning, perfectly avoiding the broadsword, and stabbed directly at his eyes with a Western sword.

This was undoubtedly a master.

In an instant, Li Xiang switched weapons, and his Chinese sword blocked the Western sword just in time.

Immediately, he kicked out.

The young disciple quickly got up from the ground after falling down, but it took him a while.

The look in his eyes when he saw Li Xiang was full of horror.

Such great power, was he really human? Was he really a magician?

Li Xiang didn't pursue his advantage because two more dead disciples were attacking him.

He glanced around and saw that there were seven people in total, and their strength should be second only to Lubare.

He didn't know how things were going with his senior sister.

Because he had been in battle all this time, he didn't have the time to pay attention to Astati.

But he could still hear the continuous sound of explosions.

Li Xiang cleared his mind and increased the strength in his hand.

The two dead disciples, one with a knight sword and the other with a long spear, had their weapons shattered with a single slash from Li Xiang.

They obviously didn't expect this situation.

Unable to dodge, their heads were directly chopped off by the Chinese sword.

Li Xiang took a step forward and launched an attack on the nearest dead disciple.

He was someone who liked to take the initiative.

Being passively beaten is not his style.

The reaction of the dead disciple was also quick. Faced with a sword piercing straight into his heart, he stepped out with his right foot and his body rotated slightly.

While trying to dodge, he closed the distance with Li Xiang and his right fist shimmered with flowing light, obviously preparing for a thunderous strike.

But Han Jian was faster and more agile than him.

In the instant his body moved, Han Jian pierced through his throat like a nimble snake.

After successfully landing a hit, Li Xiang immediately turned around.

The ferocious expression of the dead disciple appeared in his sight.

He diagonally crashed into the arms of the dead disciple, avoiding his right fist at the same time. A sword descended from top to bottom, piercing through his chin to the top of his head.

A scream rang out, only to be kicked away by Li Xiang.

Three people remained.

Although he could clearly see the fear on their faces, they still launched an attack.

This is the fate of being a member of the clan, only able to be enslaved, unable to resist.

The three people closed in simultaneously.

Because of their immortal flesh and blood-sucking abilities, most of the dead disciples were close combat fighters.

There were few long-range magicians.

After all, the distance was too far for them to suck blood.

And ordinary magicians were extremely inept at close combat.

But Li Xiang was just the opposite.

He narrowed his eyes and was the first to dodge the knight's sword in front.

Immediately, his right foot cunningly kicked the knight's crotch.

Even a vampire couldn't help but howl in pain.

His head was buzzing.

And because of Li Xiang's immense strength, his body flew backwards and happened to collide with the dead disciple behind him.

Although he changed his move in time, its power was far less than before.

Li Xiang directly threw the sword.

A move called "Hundred Steps Flying Sword" pierced through him three meters away.

One companion flew away and died, and the close combat dead disciple's face showed surprise.

This guy lost his weapon!

They had long noticed that his weapon was not right and completely ignored their immortal flesh and blood.

Li Xiang drew out the "Seven Deadly Sins: Envy".

It was a weapon that looked like a samurai sword.

Are you stupid? I have many swords.

Li Xiang chuckled softly and sent him to meet God.

No way.

He didn't have the purification method of the Holy Church, so he could only kill them.

Li Xiang walked up to the dead disciple who had been knocked away, delivered another blow, and then picked up Han Jian. Finally, he finished off the small fries.

When he turned around, he found that all the blood had disappeared.

Including the blood on his body.

"This blood-sucking ability is so good, can't it be used for something else?"

Li Xiang complained.

At this time, Fu Fu ran over again.

He entered the central castle.

Three thousand characters.

(End of this chapter)