Type-Moon: I! The Magic King! Am going to marry Tiamat!

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Snap! Snap! Snap!

One bolt of lightning after another struck down, instantly transforming the area where the monster's body was located into a sea of ​​lightning, with flashes of lightning and electric snakes spreading everywhere.

Then, everyone saw it.

The monster's torso was charred black from the electric shock, and a pattern formed on its body after being electrocuted appeared. The pattern even spontaneously combusted.

"It works!" XN

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they were filled with excitement.

"Big boss! Awesome!" Da Zi even jumped up excitedly.

Then another idea came to everyone's mind, and their gazes toward Marne changed.

"Wow, he's that strong!"

Those who had never seen Maren use fantasy constructs to fight were all amazed by Maren, and their understanding of Maren was refreshed.

They initially thought that Maren was simply physically stronger than the average Heroic Spirit, highly skilled in martial arts, and possessed a lot of Noble Phantasms. (Redefining 'that')

I never expected that Marx and Eng were so secretive; they hadn't even used their truly powerful methods yet!

However, Mar and Eng frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with the result.

"Isn't Thunder Magic enough?"

He originally thought that even if this monster was a product of evil forces, then the power of righteousness should be able to work against it.

It did have some effect, but the results were not ideal.

You should know that the completion rate of his current fantasy construction has reached [.%] through recently constructing other worlds to increase the completion rate.

With this level of skill, constructing an EX-rank Noble Phantasm is no problem, even with divine weapons like the Chains of Heaven, Ea, and Excalibur.

However, even with such a low output level, if used to build an attack, it could only leave wounds on the monster's torso.

It has to be said that this property of being immune to damage other than specific types is really quite overpowered.

"If Lightning Magic doesn't work, then let's try Holy Light! I refuse to believe I can't wear you down! I'll wear you down!"

Marne raised his hand and conjured a giant spear of holy light, which he then shot at the monster.

It was effective, creating a huge wound in the monster's torso.

"Again! The Fire of Oblivion!"

With another wave of his hand, another sea of ​​fire burst forth.

Instead of looking at it, Marne continued to build new attacks and bombard the monster's body.

"Turtle Style Qigong!"

"Tailed beast jade!"

"The Judgment of the Storm"

"Fleeting Ice Flower!"

"Buddha's Palm!"

Marne devised all sorts of imaginable moves and launched them at the monster's torso.

Its power was so great that each attack surpassed the combined Noble Phantasm of Black Hairless, Lion King, and Siegfried.

For a moment, various kinds of light flashed in the mirror space, and wave after wave of shocks almost shattered the mirror space.

This time it was truly on the verge of collapse, and even the mirror space began to show cracks.

The crowd went from initial shock to numbness, simply watching Marx and Engels's one-man show in silence.

The monster's torso was gradually worn away, and the Black Marshal inside finally became anxious!

He could clearly feel the monster's torso being destroyed, and he couldn't sit still any longer; he couldn't remain calm.

"This is not good! We need to think of a solution quickly; we can't stay in this passive position any longer."

So he tried to activate the power of the Holy Grail, causing the monster to quickly regain its limbs, trying to fight back or dodge.

But just as his limbs recovered and before he could even make a move, Marx and Engels attacked again.

In an instant, his newly recovered limbs were blasted to smithereens, leaving only a mangled torso before he lay back down.

Black Marshal: "..."

Chapter 304 The Black Marshal's Ultimate Method, Villains Die from Talking Too Much

For a moment, Marshal Black was speechless. He never expected that he would not even have the power to resist.

Now, because the head of the Cthulhu monster has been destroyed, he can neither see nor hear.

However, he had become one with the monster and could feel the monster's body being constantly worn away.

At this rate, it's only a matter of time before their heart is breached.

"No! We need to think of something."

Just as he was thinking this, Ma En outside suddenly intensified his attack, doubling the speed of his assault.

Looking at the monster's torso lying back down, Ma En's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "Even if you want to resist, it means you're panicking."

From the monster's actions, Ma En received a signal: the Black Marshal inside was starting to panic.

Otherwise, if he were truly so confident, he could simply lie down and offer no resistance.

I wanted to resist just now because I lacked confidence.

This is undoubtedly good news for Marx and Engels.

and so……

Mar and Eng immediately intensified their attack.

He wanted to see what other tricks the Black Marshal had up his sleeve.

If not? Then you might as well wait to die!

Inside the monster's torso, the big-eyed, adorable Black Marshal had an extremely ugly expression. Although he couldn't see it, he could guess why the other party had suddenly started to escalate their attacks.

His face contorted in struggle for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Abandon the entire torso and concentrate all your defenses on the heart!"

This was a difficult decision, and he absolutely did not want to do it unless absolutely necessary.

Although this monster relies on its heart for energy, the heart is actually the weakest part of its body.

If the monster loses its torso, it can still grow, but then it will have to rely on its heart to devour living beings.

The energy provided by the Holy Grail is only for restoration and regeneration; it cannot allow monsters to grow.

Losing the torso and leaving only the heart means starting all over again.

As for the strength of the heart...

That leaves us with a question mark.

They definitely can't beat Mar and the others, and they can't even defeat a Heroic Spirit in a one-on-one fight.

But now Marshal Black has no other choice. Surviving is better than being wiped out. Even ants try to survive, let alone someone like him who has ambitions to destroy the world.

So, Ma En was constantly increasing his output and bombarding the monster when, under a certain attack, the monster's torso exploded instantly, turning into a pile of debris, leaving not a trace.

"Um!?"

Ma En was suddenly stunned.

"It worked?"

For a moment, he thought that the attack had just happened to break through his defenses.

"The monster's been defeated? That's great! Boss, you're awesome (voice cracks)!"

Gudako, who was watching the drama unfold from the sidelines, also exclaimed in surprise.

"No! No! Funa's presence hasn't disappeared yet."

Siegfried's words shattered her beautiful fantasy.

Everyone looked toward the center of the monster's torso and saw a wriggling ball of flesh lying there.

"Ah? Why is that?"

Gudako was taken aback, then immediately hung her head in disappointment.

Ma En merely raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and raised his hand to unleash another attack.

It's worth mentioning that this attack was the same one that had just shattered the monster's torso.

However, when faced with an attack no weaker than the combined release of three A-rank or higher Noble Phantasms, it left not even a mark on the fleshy body.

Maren frowned again, guessing that this was probably a tactic employed by Marshal Black to counter his relentless bombardment, concentrating all his defenses on this small point.

The defense of a body that was originally the size of a small mountain has been compressed into this fleshy ball that is less than three meters in diameter, making its defense several times stronger.

At this moment, the fleshy ball began to wriggle, and cracks appeared on its body.

The cracks slowly opened, revealing tiny eyes and mouths, each the size of a palm.

The scene was even more shocking than the previous giant 'Cthulhu' in SNA.

His eyes darted around, as if searching for something, and finally locked onto Marne, who was standing in the void.

Dozens of mouths spoke at the same time, saying in a slightly mocking tone: "I told you, you can't kill me. My masterpiece, which is closest to the evil god, is simply impossible to kill in this era."

Upon hearing this, Ma En raised an eyebrow, instantly grasping a key point.

The thing in front of us was created with an evil god as its reference.

Therefore, its weaknesses should be the same as those of evil gods.

Although Marne had never seen those evil gods, he knew of something specifically designed to kill these foreign deities.

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However, thinking about this, Ma En was at a loss for words, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Did you expect that after all these twists and turns, the answer was actually right in front of you?