Chapter 1922：

The soldiers who were close at hand were dumbfounded.

There have been holy apostles who are good at air combat and have done such a tricky shuttle battlefield, but they have never seen it.

And now, they saw it!

Not only that, they could see Shilang's face when Shilang was flying low in the sky. Not only did he not have the slightest tension on his face, he was even smiling, a very relaxed smile!

Doesn't he know what incredible things he has done?

Not only the soldiers, but even the Guren’s Crossbow-class battleship was stunned by Shirou. This is its mortal blow, 100% cut down, even the mecha’s auxiliary control system predicts it. Judgment, but this person... this man has surpassed the system!

Honglian's Crossbow-class battleship was down at that time, and he didn't even know how to react, but Shilang rushed forward quite unceremoniously, and the sixty-four replica swords rushed over directly.

When those replica swords flew like a rain curtain, Honglian’s Crossbow-class battleship responded from the system downtime, and quickly raised his right hand, a red spar on the back of his right hand, emitting light, condensing terrifying magic. , Suddenly formed a magic shield, blocking the assault of the sixty-four replica swords.

As long as the sixty-four replica swords blocked the face, Vimalakīrti would just hit the right shoulder blade of Honglian's Crossbow-class battleship due to lack of flying space, and then crash.

However...

-Naive!

Shirou's expression was flat, and his unfolded palm gave a sharp grip.

-Collapse!

"Boom boom boom—"

Sixty-four replica swords exploded, and the huge shock wave formed, shook Honglian’s Crossbow-class battleship into an unstable bottom plate, tilted backwards, and seawater poured in. Vimala obtained enough space for display. Out of the encirclement of Honglian's Crossbow-class battleship, he rushed to the sky.

"Good!"

The soldiers couldn't help clapping their hands in applause.

How can such a wonderful moment of art not be breathtaking?

However, this is not over yet, Vimala, who rushed straight to the sky, took another turn in an instant, swooping down, as if he was going to die together, and rushed towards the Red Lotus's Crossbow-class battleship.

People’s hearts are hanging, and when Vimana was about to approach the Red Lotus’s Crossbow-class battleship, Shiro projected a hundred and twenty-eight replica swords, like missiles, that fired at the Red Lotus’s Crossbow-class battleship. Go.

Honglian’s Crossbow-class battleship quickly raised his right hand, and the red spar in the back of his right hand radiated light, quickly forming an indestructible magic shield, blocking the 128 replica swords.

"Broken!"

Shi Lang's palm slammed his hand, and those replica swords exploded violently, but this time Honglian's Crossbow-class battleship was prepared to withstand this terrifying shock wave.

After withstanding the terrifying shock wave, Honglian's Crossbow-class battleship slammed his right hand, and the big sword in his left hand was cut out.

Shiro is here, and both Shiro and the system have come to this answer.

This blow was enough to kill him!

However, the crossbow-class battleship of Honglian, which had just taken out the sword, saw Vimala calmly stopping in front of it, and the Shirou on it was sitting gracefully on the throne of the king and raised it to it. With his empty right hand, it seemed that everything was under the control of this man, as if everything was within his calculation range.

But why is this man's hand empty?

Shirou said flatly: "Roar, Lungominiad--!"

The spear of light was formed in Shiro’s palm, and at the same time, a huge beam of light lased out of it. In an instant, it penetrated the central power furnace of the Crossbow-class battleship of Guren, and went unabated. The sea drifted away.

"General."

Shi Lang slowly put down his hand, and this tall crossbow-class battleship, like a conquered beast, fell down very obediently.

"Boom—"

The steel fell, causing huge waves.

"Okay, amazing..."

Standing on the tower of pure white, watching this scene from a distance, Guinie Weier was stunned, she couldn't find any words that could describe it.

Not only her, but also the soldiers on the battleship have been unable to return to their senses for a long time.

"This, this is the Holy Apostle, right?" Someone couldn't help but asked.

"It must be the Holy Apostle... This, this must be the Holy Apostle!"

Some people believe it.

However, this had little effect on Shirou.

It's just one high, what's the big deal?

More than fifty meters of body? ,

Giant?

Those were all the methods he got bored with.

But

"I deliberately avoided attacking the head. It's time to come out."

Sitting on the King's Throne, Shiro looked down at the Crossbow-class battleship that fell on the sea.

Just like the prophet’s prediction, Shirou’s words had just fallen, and the red crystal in the center of the head of Honglian’s Crossbow-class battleship suddenly loosened, and it detached from the Crossbow-class battleship like a lifeboat and fleeed towards his companion.

This action is extremely subtle, and the actual selection is quite right. If Shirou was not here, these people who were celebrating the victory would definitely not notice this, right?

"Slap—"

The fate's fingers snapped, and a replica sword shot down. With a "chatter", the red crystal was knocked down before it even started to escape.

"Kakka-"

The red crystal loosened, and a masked man in black armor crawled out of it. Without even looking, he was about to run towards the sea.

However, as soon as this person moved, several swords fell from the sky, blocking this person's forward path.

Shi Lang jumped down from Vimalain, fell in front of the man, smiled and asked, "Who are you?"

The man's muscles were tense, and he looked at Shirou very vigilantly.

Shi Lang smiled lightly and said, "I have killed many of your compatriots, that is, those mechas. But there is neither anyone nor anything in it, and after being resolved, it disappears like air soon. It’s almost inexplicable, like a clay alchemy, but I’m pretty sure it’s not an alchemy. But this crossbow-class battleship is different. There is not only a cockpit, but also a pilot."

Shi Lang looked at the masked driver and asked with a serious face, "You can tell me who you are and your foreign enemy... who is it?"

"You guy... are you the apostle of the emperor?"