After completely suppressing Lakhmu, 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 - Lachmu's ability to protect himself is equally strong. Last time, he hid in the black mud to avoid the lethality of Nanshe's Noble Phantasm and survived. Knowing this
Naturally, Ritsuka Fujimaru of Intelligence 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 Azusa Juan's Noble Phantasm that followed closely behind.
Mashu's main role in this battle was to prevent Rahmu from escaping and avoiding other unexpected situations. Mashu's shield was indeed powerful and heavy, but it was not very useful in such a battlefield.
“[Ab She Kigal Nalades]!!!”
Nanshe's Noble Phantasm had finished chanting and was suddenly released.
The ground began to tremble.
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 escape like the last time.
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 resounding name bestowed by my king that will be passed down to future generations."
Zijuan leans on her good horse and Zaoji, holds her spear against her back, her eyes wide open with anger, and her mouth mutters 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 forward with her spear. 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 Lakhmu!
Buzz——
Zheng!
"Oh - ah - damn it - you - you traitors who betrayed my mother, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Lakhmu gathered the tips of the four sharp limbs in one place, 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 push the leaning pine silver tip spear forward——continue to thrust forward——!
Rahmu's body began to tremble.
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.
Rahmu looked at the sword that Nan She was looking at, and screamed in anger and horror.
It seemed like 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 the Zijuan on the front almost completely withstood the final madness of this terrifying beast.
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 Nan She, Zi Juan, 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 haven't been a mother yet..."
It tried its best to raise its almost severed head, opened and closed its mouth, and faced the direction of Nanshe.
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.
And 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 sadder, 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 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...horrible thing."
Nanshe looked at Lahmu'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, now on the Warcraft front
It should have calmed down a bit.”
"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.