Infinity Throne

"Changshan Zhao Zilong, come forward!"

Zhao Zilong directly reported his name.

It's a pity that Miriam doesn't know him.

She hesitated for a moment.

Zhao Zilong...who is it?

But now is not the time for doubts.

From the feedback coming from the sword, Mirien knew that the gun-wielding man with black aura gushing out from time to time in the gap in the armor in front of her was very strong.

Terribly strong.

Her fighting instinct told her that this man's strength was not inferior to hers.

The dull hair on Miriam's forehead stood on end.

Every nerve in her body sent a warning to Mirien at the same time.

After a brief confrontation, Mirien's invisible long sword swung away and swung the opponent's spear tip away.

Zhao Zilong stood in the battlefield, just one man and one shot, standing there, but the pressure he brought to Mirien was greater than the thousands of beasts on the battlefield.

It seems that he alone is enough to defeat thousands of troops.

"I was originally unwilling to participate in this senseless fight," Zhao Zilong said calmly: "However, since he came to this strange era as a heroic spirit, Zhao must go all out to live up to the name of a 'heroic spirit'."

Miriam's face was sullen, and with a flick of her wrist, all the animal blood stained on the invisible sword was wiped away.

"Invisible weapons are interesting." Zhao Zilong smiled. He held a silver spear and swung it skillfully. As he swung it, he said: "This spear is eight feet six feet long and weighs fifty kilograms. It can be reached anywhere in the world. It’s called…Yajiao Spear.”

"That's it." Mirien didn't know when she learned Yi Lin's catchphrase. She nodded, expressionless.

After reporting her name and weapon data, Mirien took the initiative to dissipate the "Wind King Barrier" on the sword's surface to hide its appearance, revealing the sword's true form.

It was a golden long sword with exquisite patterns carved on the hilt.

Waves of light flowed on the blade of the sword, and one could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing.

Zhao Zilong's eyes flashed when he saw Miriam's actions.

"Since you have taken the initiative to report your name and weapons, it would be too rude for me to hide my head and tail, and it would be detrimental to the dignity of my ancestors."

The armor trembled, and Mirien put on a fighting posture, with cold eyes: "My name is Mirien Artoria The middle fairy gave it to our ancestors and has passed it down to this day.”

"Very good."

The magnanimity shown by Mirien was recognized by Zhao Zilong. He smiled and walked towards Mirien step by step. With a flick of his spear, he stabbed forward and shot out the shadow of the gun in the sky, drowning Mirien's figure.

The two fought together.

…

Gu Tianqing was surrounded by corpses with countless holes in them.

The resentful spirit behind him disappeared in a flash.

In fact, what even Yi Lin doesn’t know is that,

Gu Tianqing is also an apostle with two possessed spirits.

His possessed spirits are twins.

As for the origin, there is no need to delve into it.

It was a terrifying past.

Gu Tianqing named the two possessed spirits "Freya".

And they look exactly the same.

After Gu Tianqing's tarot cards were "killed" by the black assassin, he lost his ability to use the tarot cards.

There is another spirit that can be possessed.

The same is Freya.

His two Freyas.

Different identities.

One is a "divineer".

The other one is the "executioner".

In the Caribbean world, Gu Tianqing gained far more than Yi Lin imagined.

Gu Tianqing consumed a lot of magic power.

He panted slightly on the spot.

But in order to keep his hair straight, he pretended that he was not very tired and moved his hair gracefully with his hands.

At this time, steady and steady footsteps came from behind.

"come yet."

Gu Tianqing smiled and turned around. A blond man wearing noble knight armor walked over with a smile.

"You smell disgusting."

The blond man didn't waste any time. He slowly pulled out a long sword with ornate decorations and a dark blade from the scabbard on his waist.

The pattern on the hilt is very unique.

Gu Tianqing, who was wearing a fake smile, changed his face slightly.

"Holy Sword Durandal...? Who are you?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the blond knight who could recognize his weapon at a glance.

He smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that someone in this era could actually recognize my weapon. In this case, there is no need to hide my identity. Originally, I wanted to fight with the descendant of the Knight King, but since you can recognize Durandal at a glance , killing you will not be considered as insulting the name of 'knight'. My name is... Roland. The person who is about to kill you."

"Roland!"

Gu Tianqing laughed dumbly.

He naturally knew who Roland was.

Historically, Roland was the head of the Twelve Knights under Charlemagne.

In various history books written about Charlemagne, Roland was crowned with all the virtues a knight should have. Integrity, humility, combativeness, kindness, kindness. His knighthood is even more ancient and has been praised for thousands of years.

If Miriam comes from the ancient royal family of knights, then Roland is the ancestor of the knights. He is almost famous in history as a "paladin".

"The Holy Grail is really a strange thing. If I can get out alive and perform on the same stage with legendary historical figures, it will be my bragging rights."

Gu Tianqing shook her head helplessly, but the smile on her face did not diminish.

He took out two bloody spikes with his hands by his side, holding them in his hands.

Gu Tianqing smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not good at close combat."

"I'm sorry. When we step onto the battlefield, neither you nor I can help ourselves."

Roland stood there with the holy sword Durandal stuck upside down on the ground.

That gesture seems to be saying:

bring it on! Let me give you three moves!

"Isn't this not good?"

As Gu Tianqing spoke, he flicked his fingers and shot a black ray towards Roland.

…

"Execution with a smile, fatal embrace!"

"Grade" A

"Type" versus single Noble Phantasm

"Attack distance" 1~5

"Maximum Catch" 1

…

Gu Tianqing said it was bad, but she was not polite on her hands.

As soon as he raised his hand, the Noble Phantasm was released.

On the faces of human-shaped iron figurines, smiles shed tears of blood.

"Crack!"

"Iron Maiden" has two coffin doors, one open and one closed.

Roland was instantly imprisoned in the spiked hell.

…

Another part of the battlefield.

Behind Michelle, sonic booms continued one after another, mercilessly killing the surrounding monsters.

Her scythe was stained with animal blood.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

The crisp sound of horse hooves came from a distance.

A bronze chariot with an ancient atmosphere came from the sky.

Michelle frowned and stopped killing.

The bronze carriage had four horses in front.

But those four horses are not real horses. The horse's body was covered with patina and its eyes were dull. It was obviously not a living creature.

Behind the bronze horse chariot was an open-top chariot. In the car, a man wearing a simple black robe sat upright. He opened his eyes slightly, and in his eyes was a look of arrogance that no one could match.

"Where is my Qianqiu Great Qin now?"

The man on the bronze horse chariot asked Michelle, who was standing in the battlefield covered in blood, in an arrogant tone.

Michelle had no expression on her face, staring at the man on the bronze horse chariot.

"Who are you?"

"Insolent, who in the world doesn't recognize me?"

"Sorry, I don't know him."

Michelle exploded with speed and without hesitation, he ducked behind the bronze horse chariot and cut the man's neck with a sickle.

Dang Dang Dang Dang——

But Michelle didn't have time to cut it with the knife.

Behind the man, several clay soldiers appeared strangely, using their bodies as shields to block the sickle.

Bang bang bang!

The defense of the clay soldiers was not high, but in an instant, they blocked Michelle's scythe.

"If you dare to disrespect me, you will be implicated in the crime!"

The emperor on the bronze horse chariot was filled with rage.

Accompanied by the dragon's roar, the bright sword light burst out from the scabbard.

The First Emperor from the far east thrust out his sword at a speed that even Michelle couldn't react to.

"laugh!"

The sword light penetrated Michelle's shoulder, and Michelle looked at the Bronze Horse Chariot King in shock.

His sword exceeds the speed of sound?

Michelle felt it was unscientific.

This is beyond magic.

Although she is a wandering magician, she has not experienced the Holy Grail War.

What she didn't know was that the summoned heroic spirits, blessed by the magic power of the Holy Grail, would occasionally appear with some regular level Noble Phantasms or abilities.

These extraordinary Noble Phantasms or abilities can often surpass all physical attributes such as speed, strength, and agility in the ordinary sense.

This is unconventional,

This is unscientific.

——"Absolute hit"!

In an instant, Michelle reacted.

The opponent's Noble Phantasm must have some unconventional attributes.

He didn't catch himself moving at the speed of sound, but ignored the speed. The moment he drew the sword, the "hit" effect was already destined!

…

"Michelle is in danger!"

On the city wall, Kotomine's face changed slightly.

With his magic eye, he saw Michelle getting injured while fighting the opposing heroic spirit.

To be honest, the relationship between him and Michelle is not very deep.

But for him, the person with whom Kotomine has a deep relationship is his teacher, Merlin.

But Michelle is Merlin's disciple.

In other words, Michelle is his junior sister.

Michelle is in crisis, and Kotomine cannot sit idly by.

He didn't understand the meaning of his teacher putting him in this situation.

But Kotomine knew that the teacher was omniscient and omnipotent, and could see into the future. Therefore, the teacher's actions must have meanings that ordinary people could not understand.

Right now, Michelle must not be allowed to die in this era!

Kotomine jumped off the city wall, stepped on the monster's body, and rushed in the direction of Michelle.

"laugh!"

It can be said that Mr. Feng just ran away not far.

A brown light, like a bolt of lightning, suddenly penetrated Kotomine from hundreds of meters away.

Kotomine coughed up blood, and flew out with his back arched like a shrimp skewered on a barbecue fork.

He just ran away and flew back again.

Kotomine just lowered his head, his eyes were horrified.

In his abdomen, a seemingly ordinary wooden spear penetrated him and nailed him to the city wall.

Nailed on the wall of Uruk!

A nimble figure, like a little female leopard, quickly crossed the battlefield and came to the city wall of Uruk.

She has exquisite facial features, but a scar on her face completely destroyed this exquisiteness, leaving only an indescribable toughness. She was wearing a simple animal skin, which barely covered her sensitive and key parts in order to maintain harmony. The strong but underdeveloped wheat-colored muscles contracted and stretched with her movements, giving the animal skin woman a different kind of wild beauty all over her body.

The most eye-catching thing is her exposed eight-pack abs and perfect waistcoat line. This is the perfect figure that many men have been elusive for their entire lives, but it happened to appear on a woman.

The animal skin woman came step by step.

She looked at Kotomine Justice who was nailed to the wall like a prey with contemptuous eyes.

"Weak man, you are not qualified to be my Hippolyta's wife."

wife?

Kotomine, who was hanging on the city wall and swaying in the wind, endured the severe pain, but slowly raised a question mark.

He seemed to hear a typo.

The other person seemed to come from an older era.

Is the language of that era fundamentally different from modern understanding?

Kotomine just pulled out the throwing spear with all his strength...but it didn't move.

Throw the spear deeply into the city wall.

It can be seen that this shot is so terrifying.

On the city wall.

Gilgamesh's cold gaze looked down at the arrogant woman.

"Tsk, another bastard. Caster, hand it over to——"

The arrogant Gilgamesh gave a fair evaluation. He was about to command Caster beside him to let him go and deal with this bastard. When Gilgamesh turned around, he was stunned to find that Caster Yilin, who was standing on the city wall showing off, had left at some point.

Gilgamesh:"……"

At this time,

Under the city wall, Hippolyta, a woman full of wildness and aggression, raised her head and looked at Gilgamesh, who was wearing sexy clothes on the wall with his two small chest muscles exposed. Her eyes lit up and she said loudly: "Golden Man, you are qualified to be my wife!"

When the silent Gilgamesh heard this, he became angry instantly.

--fury.

But in his extreme anger, he threw his head back and laughed.

The clay tablet in his hand glowed with unprecedented light.

In the sky, a huge ripple appeared high in the sky above Uruk City.

In the ripples, there were thousands of golden weapons, and a small soldier's head was revealed from behind the ripples, and the cold killing intent was revealed.

Gilgamesh stood proudly on the wall, raised his chin at a forty-five-degree angle, and moved his eyes downwards, focusing on Hippolyta, who was clamoring to marry him.

"Ignorant bastard, what did you just say? Say it again."

Is there such a requirement?

Didn't hear that clearly?

Hippolyta then carefully repeated her request:

"You are qualified to be my Hippolyta's wife, come on baby~"

Hippolyta really fell in love with Gilgamesh and opened her arms to send a mating signal to Gilgamesh.

…

Minutes before Hippolyta showed up.

On the walls of Uruk.

The black heroes join the battlefield one by one.

This was originally a war between Uruk and the gods.

But for some reason, with the addition of the black heroes, the red side where Yi Lin and others were located had to find a way to block the offensive of the black heroes.

This is a war between heroic spirits!

Perhaps it is a battle between two Holy Grails!

Red square, and black square!

The fight between the Holy Grail held by Gilgamesh and the humanoid Holy Grail of Cecilia!

"I always felt like something was wrong."

Yi Lin was on the city wall, frowning and lost in thought.

"Except for the "Black Assassin" hiding in the dark, the confrontation on the surface is still six heroic spirits against six heroic spirits. "

Yi Lin looked at the battlefield and analyzed secretly: "But the threat from the opponent's assassin is too great. We must find a way to kill him first. Otherwise, if this continues, we will definitely die in this battle of heroes."

"Zhao Zilong, Paladin Roland, Qin Shihuang... who are the people summoned on the other side? They are the real heroic spirits!"

Yi Lin felt helpless.

They are different from the seven "pseudo heroic spirits" who barely reached the standard.

The heroic spirits summoned by the other party seemed to be serious heroic spirits, and they were all figures who left great legends in history.

Obviously, one's own side is at a disadvantage.

However, Gilgamesh remained unhurried in the face of this severe situation. He was directing the Uruk soldiers to resist the aliens. He sat firmly on the high platform and was full of force. He seemed to have no intention of intervening in the battle of heroes.

"In that case..."

Yi Lin took a deep breath of magic power.

He had a bold idea.