Lost Narrative Poetry

The dragon's roar shook him and he rushed forward instantly!

Violently stomp on the head, draw the knife and dodge!

This series of movements seemed to have been rehearsed countless times in advance. They were smooth and smooth, and every frame was so smooth.

Xia Ran stepped on the abominable head on the ground, and swung the extremely sharp magic blade across the neck of the golden heroic spirit who was still trying to struggle and resist -

It was like a red-hot iron wire cutting into solidified butter. It looked rusty but was actually cutting iron like clay. It cut off the extra tumor on Gilgamesh's neck without any hindrance.

There was no suspense, what kind of ancient king, what kind of killer of servants, what kind of invincible heroic spirit. The moment the head was cut off, the noisy primary school students’ yelling came to an abrupt end, and the whole world was shocked by it. Return to purity.

Feeling the cutting feeling of the magic knife blade in his hand cutting through flesh and bones and giving back feedback, Xia Ran raised his eyebrows slightly. The bastard king's neck didn't have a few more bones than other people's. It was full of flesh and blood. There is nothing special about the skin either.

There is nothing special at all. Why does this guy think he is a noble person and pretentious? If the internal structure is different from others, Xia Ran can understand it, but this guy seems to be just like that...

Well, that's true. There's no sense of honor in killing him. I just feel his ears are purer. But think about it, this kind of prehistoric waste is probably not worth being proud of no matter how many people are killed.

Yes, at this time, Xia Ran even had the mood and time to think about such strange problems, but no one would accuse him of disrespecting the enemy, because the enemy did not deserve respect.

Moreover, the disrespected enemy himself has no opinions on this, or can no longer express his opinions——

On the separated body on the ground, Gilgamesh's severed head still had that angry, twisted, extremely helpless and furious expression, but it was frozen at this moment. He probably didn't To think that I would leave so quickly.

Shouldn't it be his overwhelming power that dominates the entire scene, suppresses everything, personally demonstrates the correct laws of this world, and mercilessly kills and crushes everything on the opposite side when the bastards on the opposite side are crying in terror and despair, begging for mercy?

——Why is it that even the most powerful force of the deviant sword Ea that I trust the most is met by the enemy in an understatement, and then the Holy Sword is used to free myself with a backhand?

It shouldn't be that he used the utmost perseverance and will, and most importantly, his super-standard solo action skills to force himself to stand still after suffering a fatal blow, waiting for that damn bastard to come over as if he had received a battle buff. Then try your best to send the other person to hell?

——Why was the final result that as soon as his counterattack started, he was blown away by a terrifying war cry, and then that damn bastard dared to step on his noble head and cut off his head mercilessly?

How dare this bastard? ! How dare this bastard do this! !

Does he know what he is doing? ! Does this bastard know what he's doing? !

However, even with such anger, such humiliation, such unacceptable and hysterical incompetent rage, Gilgamesh was still unable to do anything, and even couldn't even curse or bark a few times.

At this moment, the overly powerful solo action skills and the ability to continue to manifest after the Holy Grail War ended have become the state he hates the most——

If he just disappeared and lost consciousness, then he wouldn't have to suffer such humiliation and torture, but he wouldn't even be able to say a harsh word.

Why did it become like this... Obviously, I had learned the hard way, truly learned the previous lessons, and chose to go all out from the beginning, taking out my strongest trump card, and preparing to kill him with one blow. That damn, arrogant, ungrateful bastard opposite...

The coincidence of these two things should bring more happiness to myself, and what I get should be a time of happiness like a dream... But why does it become like this...

With such incompetent and furious emotions and the final unwillingness to regret, this body with separated body and head, even though it had an extraordinary ability to survive, finally reached its limit and quickly dissolved into the air.

To be precise, it is reduced to the most fundamental spirit child and directly integrated into the atmospheric environment.

Even the melted gold juice of the golden armor and the mottled blood stains scattered on the ground quickly disappeared, just like smoke dissipating. If they hadn't experienced it or seen it with their own eyes, maybe no one would believe that this place had just been Beheading scene.

"Kill Gilgamesh, get points x 50,000, B-level causal crystal x 2, greatly increase the degree of interference in the world."

The prompts in the space sounded, almost completely synchronized, or simply said to be completely synchronized. At this moment, it had already echoed in Xia Ran's consciousness.

Familiar and musical.

Even with Xia Ran's keen perception, there is no way to grasp whether the space prompts and Gilgamesh's exact death time are completely synchronized - there is still a very slight deviation, which is probably completely imperceptible to ordinary people. Time difference?

Of course, it's not just ordinary people who can't sense it at all, at least even Xia Ran himself is the kind who can't sense it at all. If it existed at all, it would probably be a time scale shorter than milliseconds.

In any case, the Internet speed is extremely fast, and there is nothing to fault about it.

When the space quantifies the results of the lost person's actions or tasks, it is always very quick and clear, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Xia Ran didn't care what Gilgamesh was thinking in the last few seconds when his consciousness was still alive. It had nothing to do with him. All he cared about was the white light spots emerging from the spot.

He gently stretched out his hand to fish it out, and the moment he touched it, a bloody key fell into his hand.

"..."

"..."

Saber, who had just caught up behind her, exhaled subconsciously at this moment, and then looked at the Master in front of her with a complicated expression.

Is this magician really not giving the soldier a way to survive? What about the war cry that just erupted and the terrifying charging speed?

She was originally worried that Gilgamesh would die without freezing, and insisted on dragging Xia Ran to hell in the end, so she hurriedly caught up.

In fact, it was exactly as she feared, but the result was unexpected... Not to mention that Gilgamesh was already in a dying state, even if he was in his prime, the result would probably be the same——

As long as he received a terrifying war cry at close range without any compromise, and then was caught up the moment he landed, stepped on his head, and chopped off his head with a knife, that guy probably wouldn't even be in a state of stiffness. If you get rid of it, you will be killed.

Although the rusty magic sword in Xia Ran's hand was obviously not a Noble Phantasm, Saber's intuition warned that it was a weapon more dangerous than the Noble Phantasm without any evidence or reason.

But at this time, it was not the time to ask about the other party's weapons or skills. She quickly turned her head and looked at the Citizen's Guild building next to her: "Master, Irisviel...are you sure it's in here?"

Not to mention the huge damage caused by the initial opening of the sword, the flood-like light waves brought by the liberation of the holy sword just now have burned and evaporated everything, blowing away buildings within a thousand meters, and nearby buildings were blown away. Several neighborhoods were turned into apocalyptic desolate ruins.

That is to say, the People's Guild Hall located next to it, because both parties deliberately avoided it, still stood intact and was not greatly affected.

Moreover, Kotomine Kirei had made complete preparations. Not only did he cut off all external communication lines, including the fire alarm, he also set up a barrier around the community hall to ensure that nearby residents would not notice.

So no one knows what the situation is inside before going in.

"Maybe, at least this is the most likely place... Gilgamesh is here, so Kotomine Kirei and Irisviel are naturally the most likely to be here."

Xia Ran nodded, then gently pushed the bloody key in his hand forward, into the invisible keyhole in the air, and then gently turned it to open the invisible treasure box.

"And among the four major spiritual veins in this land, Ryudou Temple belongs to our base camp. There are currently no problems. We have also visited the Tohsaka House and Fuyuki Church just now, and there are only Did you get off here?"

"Then let's go in now?" Saber nodded, turned around, and walked quickly towards the main entrance of Fuyuki Civic Hall with the golden sword in hand. At the same time, she tried hard to calm herself down and not think about whether she was late. One step ahead and it's not too late to address these heavy questions.

It's not that she didn't notice Xia Ran's movements, but she really couldn't tell there was anything in the air. Plus, at this time, she wasn't in the mood to explore this issue, so she turned a blind eye.

After Xia Ran opened the treasure chest, she immediately put all the items into the inventory. Then she had time to carefully check what kind of items the Bastard King had exploded for her.

Almost a row of lattice frames are shining, with a golden or white silver luster, which seems to highlight the excellent quality of the corresponding items in the lattice.

"This is really... too exaggerated. Is it true that all the treasures on earth belong to him? Is it so easy to get gold-level equipment?"

The magician couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw it. This guy has no other shining points, except that his equipment is too luxurious. He is indeed the illegitimate son of the God of Creation... Ah, no, he is the father of the God of Creation. , cheating does not follow the basic laws.

Even the weapons held by the gods in the major mythological systems are all designated in the collection of the Bastard King, such as "Indra's Thunder", "Eternal Spear", and "Hades' Invisibility Helmet" ...Everything is designated as his.

Even the legend of Hercules' "Shooting a Hundred Heads" is no exception, because Gilgamesh also has the original Noble Phantasm of "True·Shooting a Hundred Heads" in his hand. In other words, Hercules Si's legends are just copies of the original texts he mastered...

——This is really as outrageous as it gets.