Chapter 577

Not far away, hiding behind the ruins, Danic watched all of this, unable to help but grit his teeth in secret.

What on earth is going on with this Holy Grail War!

First, there was Amakusa Shirou, a Ruler who had lived for 60 years, then Feng Xi traversed worlds and ran over to stir up trouble, and now the Mage King 'Suoluomen' has popped up.

Is God messing with his mother!

"No! This absolutely cannot be!"

Unreconciled, Danic raised his right hand and began to use his Command Spells.

"I order by Command Spell, Fionn, use your full strength to defeat the opponent!"

All three Command Spells were the same order, and Fionn immediately felt the magical energy within his body surge violently.

Since it has come to this, then unleash the ultimate move.

"Come, moment of glory and victory! This is a demonic strike capable of slaughtering even fallen deities; experience this taste for yourself!"

"'Unbeaten Purple Clover'!"

The long spear transformed into a torrent of water, carrying a monstrous momentum, and charged straight toward Goetia.

In an instant, everyone seemed to see a monstrous giant wave engulfing Goetia.

This was a Noble Phantasm unleashed by Fionn with the reinforcement of three Command Spells, and its power was several times greater than usual.

It is just a pity that his opponent is not human.

The waves dissipated, and the smoke and dust parted.

That person, 'Suoluomen', was still standing there unscathed.

"What!"

Fionn could not believe it; this was his Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, yet the opponent was completely fine.

"It's useless, your attacks cannot hurt me."

Goetia sneered, flashed in front of Fionn, and brought a fist down heavily.

"My Lord! Watch out!"

Diarmuid hurriedly threw his Yellow Rose to try and block Goetia, but unfortunately, it was completely useless.

Fionn, having no time to dodge, was punched through the chest by Goetia, his spirit core shattering.

"Pfft... you..."

Fionn grabbed Goetia's hand, wanting to use his final strength to bind him, but it was completely useless.

Goetia simply waved his hand and tossed Fionn away.

"You bastard!"

An enraged Diarmuid brandished his Tiny Anger and charged straight at Goetia.

"Don't be impulsive! Lancer!"

Siegfried wanted to stop him, but failed to intercept him.

Goetia struck back with a fist, shattering the Golden Sword, and once again, a body had its heart gouged out.

Goetia then flicked his hand, and Diarmuid fell not far from Fionn.

The two looked at each other, wanting to say something but unable to, and could only smile with nostalgia and helplessness.

Immediately, the two turned into white light and dissipated. This master-servant pair, who had quite a dramatic life, both exited the stage.