My Infinite Wings

"The dance of death? The principle that the living must perish? Dazzling!"

furo...

In the eyes of others—in my opinion, it was simply inexplicable that the aggressive death girl passed by the undead princess who was at ease, and slammed straight into the ghost ball wall.

Theoretically speaking, the ghost ball wall is not thick, but surprisingly, Komachi actually "sunk in" and was entangled in the torso and limbs by the sticky and limp spirits, and even A few curious little guys (in fact, they are thoughtless) went straight into the torn dress, causing the carefree-looking girl of death to make a panicked cry... by the ghost wheel "Pee——"

The guy who has passed is not qualified to be a **** of death! ——Can't remember, but a certain doujinshi seems to have a similar meaning.

What a joke! Although the mindless and incorporeal ghost should not have "pyrid--"

function, but even if it were possible, I would never allow that to happen!

"Ah, la la, don't be in such a hurry!"

Yuyuko smiled very darkly - this smile looked even darker when she was dressed in black.

She put away the fan and raised her hand like a prayer.

"Anti-Soul Butterfly... Jiufen Saki!"

Varied……

Wait wait - is there such a thing?

Of course, now is not the time to think about that.

All in all...I found myself making a mistake.

Due to the ever-shrinking sphere, the distance between me and Yuyuko has been reduced to a rather delicate and dangerous level before I know it!

White, blue, pink—the shimmering apertures were ringed by rings, and spread out to my feet with a bang, and countless delicate and firm ribbon-shaped beams of light blazed out from bottom to top, like automatic fences and The isolation rope, with its sharp-edged brilliance, restricted my range of action.

In addition, there are swirling colorful butterflies flying around in the sound of "Dingding", hitting my shadow ripples from time to time, smashing layers of ripples.

"Tsk, the lock of darkness!"

I sank my face, and decided not to hold my hands anymore—a pitch-black chain that was a hundred times more condensed than the **** of darkness suddenly appeared along Yuyuko's delicate body, and locked her firmly.

The current situation is too dangerous, if anything goes wrong with the golden darkness clinging to my back—of course, I also need to think about Komachi’s Chamae, if I get picked up by an ignorant and ignorant ghost, wouldn’t it? Regret?

Besides, I can use the humanoid projection without any scruples if I’m blocked from the sight of the onlookers——Lala and the others by the ghost ball.

As for the previous Kusano and Levli, the former seemed harmless to humans and animals and the competition index seemed to be hovering at zero, while the latter had the same contract with me at the moment of projection, and the girls on the ground couldn't see anything clearly.

Yuyuko, who was bound by the black long chain that appeared out of thin air, looked surprised. It seemed that I had no idea that I would be able to launch an attack directly from her side without energy transfer.

As the caster was restricted from moving, the light of "Anti-Soul Butterfly Kufensaki" quickly dissipated - obviously, this is a skill that requires "continuous guidance", although once it is successfully activated, it is almost impossible to have Damaging energy can pass through that kind of box-like obstruction, but I happen to have a spell that can jump through space and directly attack the target itself.

The Dark Lock has the characteristic of "insulating against darkness", whether it is the power of death or the dark matter, as long as there is no gap in the realm, it is impossible to destroy it.

"Traceon!"

In fact, I don't need to shout it out. With my strength and the inherent barrier to open, the projection magic is completely instant and silent, but it's more emotional to shout.

To my left and right, I instantly "constructed" two figures.

The man with long hair dancing like crimson flames, with glamorous golden eyes, and the fire-colored bone armor is like a delicate decoration, revealing his explosive figure. ——Dark Ten Blades No.1, Lava Queen, Flamee Knaijing!

The blond hair is tied into a skillful ponytail, with breathtaking emerald eyes, and the noble silver armor and azure robe set off her kingly temperament, even though her body is petite, she exudes a mountain-like aura. ——The heroic spirit of Saber, the king of knights, Artoria Pendragon! ——This is the dividing line——PS: "Death Song" eh...Ahem, Karthus said that even if he was shot, there was no pressure.

PS2: I can't find an opportunity for the time being, but one day I will try to get LOL's Sona and so on too (go?=o=!

Chapter 724 The Relics of the Departed?

I issued an attack command lightly through my spiritual connection to the projection.

"Fleimee - Prison Flame Flash!"

"Artoria - the sword of the oath of victory!"

The golden darkness stared blankly at the projections of the hot-looking Flamee and the heroic Artoria.

"Hmph... Rito Yuuki, he is indeed H's person."

Well, bad but factual conclusions.

Uh... I forgot that there was a little tail by my side—— Well, forget it, Xiao An is not a girl who likes to talk, and I can also use the name of "Summoning" to fool around.

In short, in the huge muffled sound caused by the extreme compression and densification of energy, the deep black fire and the holy radiance engulfed the immobilized undead princess from two directions.

In an instant, the violent conflict between light and darkness, good and evil, triggered a terrifying chain reaction.

The ghost ball that surrounds us... disintegrates!

So I canceled the projection of Flamee and Arturia.

On the other hand, Komachi, who was in the opposite direction, was able to get out of trouble, but it seemed that he was out of strength, and he staggered to maintain his balance and landed on the ground.

呒, won't Youyouzi just disappear like this?

However, before I could breathe a sigh of relief, an unprecedented chill pierced from my tailbone to my forehead. ——The colorful light shavings, flashing a huge butterfly pattern, transformed into a smiling undead princess in front of me.

Ah, I remembered - this is the method she used when she appeared directly beside Soul Yaomeng!

It turns out that it can still be used to get out of trouble...

It is undeniable that although the attire is still spotless, I can clearly judge that the attack by Flamee and Arturia just now was not in vain, and Yuyuko's energy definitely lost a very large part of it... eh? Things are not going well!

The graceful and charming face is less than five centimeters away from me, and I can even smell the strange fragrance emanating from her body - similar to the smell of cherry blossoms, but it will make people feel colder than frost and snow.

This is a real illusion.

This is a sinking web.

This is an invitation to the underworld.

This is... the temptation from the other side, the deadly invitation of the undead princess.

Astonished, I reflexively swung my right hand, and the magic sword? God Slaughter slanted up mercilessly with twelve points of strength, but stopped just before the blade touched the opponent's hair, unable to move forward. , not to mention cutting the slender white neck to study the unscientific proposition of whether the undead have blood.

The reason why the movement stopped was not that I was still confused and pity Xiangxiyu at the very moment, nor that I had suffered a severe injury and lost my strength, but...

Yuyuko's bone-chilling, slender hand, like soft snow flakes... choked my neck.

It's really inaccurate to say "choke", because it feels very, very soft, it's almost like it's lying around my neck, like a lover's touch, but - below the neck, I lose consciousness!

I finally understand why for living beings, Yuyuko Xixingji's ability is called a "natural enemy" not only because she has the power of the underworld, but more importantly because of her own beauty and charm... The cold temptation, just like " The ability to induce the death of others” literally means, for the living, facing the call of the undead princess, it is natural to rush into the embrace of death without complaint or regret.