Comprehensive Comics: Starting from Obtaining Gilgamesh’s Ability

Feeling that breath, Shang Yunan couldn't help but snort, and then attached the wind attribute to his feet, and then dodged away.

There was a boom, an explosion sounded, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the strong wind beat Shang Yunan's cool clothes and hunted, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at the place where he was standing before.

Because at this moment it has been bombarded into a huge pit.

At the same time, Qiu Mu and Yan Feng Qili were scuffling together, fists to the flesh, blood splashing everywhere.

For the lack of Shang Yunan's support, Yan Feng Qili obviously can't beat the current Qiu Mu.

With a click, he twisted the offset bone of his jaw, and then squatted slightly on the right side to dodge, and then used the explosive power of his body twisting, only to hear a popping sound, Qiu Mu's fist pierced Yan Feng Qili's heart with a blow, and then the strong body fell to the ground with a click.

Qiu Mu didn't hear Yan Feng Qili snort at all, and he couldn't help but be in awe of this kind of person.

Although it is an enemy....

"Okay! It's your turn next!" "

Hmph~ Are you sure you can beat me?"

Shang Yunan licked his gorgeous red lips, and then a huge magic power burst out, and Qiu Mu, who was in the same place, suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe.

The ground on which his feet were standing also sunken, and his whole body began to let out a mournful sound.

"I want to see if you have more mana or mine!" Immediately

, Qiu Mu took out the small blue glass bottle from the golden ripples and drank it all.

I had two options before.

1. Simply bombard Shang Yunan with the king's treasure, and if you can't die, keep the last bit of mana and fight with her in a white-edged battle.

2. Direct white-knuckle warfare, and use the king's treasure to suppress and harass.

If Qiu Mu didn't see her licking her lips, he would also choose to be the first to do a quick decision.

Boom Boom Boom ~

Twenty-five golden ripples emerged in unison, directly illuminating the battlefield into golden yellow, which made Shang Yunan stunned.

Seeing Shang Yunan's reaction, Qiu Mu couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her mouth, and then the weapon she didn't expect appeared.

Countless guns and cannons were loaded in unison, and the sound of the man's excited loading bolt resounded all around.

"Surprised, surprised, surprised?"

Although he couldn't move and suffocated, the corners of Qiu Mu's mouth became more and more curled.

As for why

he didn't move, Qiu Mu also thought about it, but this kind of combined attack was a kind of range, and he didn't know how wide the range he could reach, after all, the ordinary wind was invisible and colorless.

Even if Qiu Mu stared out his eyes, he couldn't see anything famous.

As for why it can be seen that this is a range of attacks, looking at Yan Fengqili, who was also shot while lying down, he naturally understands.

Facial bruising, cyanosis, swelling, petechial bleeding, these are all manifestations of asphyxia.

Due to the compression of the neck, the jugular vein is compressed, and the carotid artery and push pulse pressure are not closed, and the blood can only flow to the head, but not to the heart, so the head is depressed and the face is swollen.

Qiu Mu guessed that Yan Feng Qili might not be completely dead, and he still had a breath.

With a wave of his big hand, countless bullets roared out from the muzzle of the gun, and the deafening sound of artillery fire rang out one after another.

It was like a downpour in the sky, but the rain was replaced by bullets and cannonballs.

This kind of fire coverage lasted for a full three minutes before stopping, and Qiu Mu's mana value also bottomed out, and his face was extremely pale.

It was quiet, save for the dust left behind by bullets and artillery.

At this moment, Qiu Mu covered his nose, and the smell of gunpowder was all around, which was very bad.

Shang Yunan should be gone, otherwise the feeling of suffocation on his body would not disappear, and his legs would not be able to move.

With a wry smile, Qiu Mu was almost speechless for this kind of thought of himself.

Who can use the body of a mortal to resist such a large amount of modern artillery fire?

Even if Qiu Mu himself stood there, it would not take three minutes, less than half a minute, and he would have blown up and could not even find the corpse.

When the smoke cleared, Qiu Mu saw a woman lying on the ground, and there was a broken doll next to her.

This woman was Shang Yunan, and Qiu Mu was very shocked that she could still survive, but he looked at the broken doll, as if it had something to do with this, this was his intuition.

Pulling out an ordinary long sword from the king's treasure, Qiu Mu staggered to Shang Yunan's side.

Then he raised the long sword in his hand and slowly cut off the white and smooth slender jade hand.

I only heard a painful moan coming from Shang Yunan's mouth.

Qiu Mu will not pity the enemy, even if she is a peerless stunner.

If an ordinary man sees this kind of stunner who has no power to resist, he must be refreshed first and then killed.

Qiu Mu is also a young man with strong blood, just imagine, a woman with a thin waist and plump buttocks, a mature and enchanting body with peach temptation, how many women can

hold it all the time?

To be honest, Qiu Mu also glanced somewhere, but he just glanced at it and never looked at it again.

It is because Qiu Mu has never been in love and rarely has contact with women, so he can be so rational and rational to the extent that he is admired by the eminent monks.

The sword effortlessly sliced through the bones, and the entire arm detached from the body.

Inserting the long sword into the ground, he picked up the blood-stained slender jade arm with one arm, and Qiu Mu immediately threw it into the lava below.

Shang Yunan no longer had the strength to speak, only the pain made her subconsciously shout out, and the key Qiu Mu was still cutting slowly, as if on purpose.

Every time the long sword entered the flesh, Shang Yunan would groan in pain until he couldn't scream at all.

Qiu Mu cut off Shang Yunan's limbs, leaving only his upper body and head.

kicked Shang Yunan over, and then sat on her body, and then the long sword on her neck began to cut slightly.

I saw Shang Yunan spitting blood foaming at his mouth, and then stared at Qiu Mu coldly, as if he wanted to kill himself a thousand times.

Qiu Mu also admired Shang Yunan, he didn't say a word cruelly during the whole process, he just screamed in pain, unlike people in some plots, whoever cares about you, the eighteenth generation of ancestors can pull it out for you, except for ruthless words.

"The desert... Rose..."

"What?!"

Qiu Mu pretended not to hear, and then cut Shang Yunan's neck in two, blood splattered around, and a lot of blood gushed out of the incision in his neck like a hot spring.

With a kick that kicked away the head with a delicate face and a bewitching face, Qiu Mu lay on the ground weakly, taking a big breath of air.

He then looked in the direction of the Great Grail, and then pulled out a dark blue ring from his bosom.

"Goodbye Leah..."

Years later....

London's clock tower.

In a one-bedroom, one-room, antique room, a young girl wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a red shirt, a short black skirt, and black silk pantyhose, a refreshing and capable young girl is stir-frying in the kitchen while flipping through a small book wrapped in a plastic shell.

"Is my sister alright?" a

beautiful girl with purple hair came to her, and then helped carry the fried vegetables.

These two are naturally Rin Tosaka and Sakura Makiri.

After eating, Rin Tosaka took his handbag and carefully placed the small notebook wrapped in plastic in a separate place in the bag.

"My sister still cherishes this little book so much.

"That's right~ This is something that the most important person in my heart gave me, although I don't know who he is.

In this way, Rin Tosaka and Sakura Maki walked outside while chatting.

And on the side of the bed in Rin Tosaka's room, there is a picture album on it, on which is a group photo of Rin Tosaka, Sakura Makiri, Shirou Emiya, Illya, and Taiga Fujimura, but there is a vacant space between Rin Tosaka and Illya.

Rin Tosaka grinned and made a scissor gesture on it, her little head slightly in the middle of the absence.

Illya was like a koala, but there was no one to hold her.