Thousand Blades of Death

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Suddenly, the blizzard outside the window stopped. Blending in the darkness of the night is the thick black mud rolled up in a vortex.

She was neither frightened nor surprised, but just calmly understood, watching all this, the mud penetrated from all around the room, dripped from the chimney, and slowly soaked her feet.

By the way, the trivial question of who you are.

Since just now, she is nobody. It is still just "someone" masked by the personality of the woman who has disappeared, Alice Phil.

Even so, the "Alice Phil's wish" hidden in her heart is true. At the last moment, the mother who passed away for the sake of loving her daughter and sighing for her daughter's future, this mother's wishes were inherited by her.

She is the one who must fulfill her wishes.

It is an existence that is so expected, so set, and enshrined in order to fulfill everyone's wishes.

"It's okay, Elias Phil, everything will soon be over."

She whispered softly into the ear of the young girl who hugged for the first time.

"So, we are waiting here for a while, and my father will definitely come. Come and help us fulfill all our wishes."

The hot mud clinging to her body elegantly dyed her skirt black.

Waiting for the moment when the wish came true, the woman wrapped in black all over the body smiled.

Get rid of all sighs, get rid of all your worries.

Soon, she will have the ability to fulfill her wishes. As a universal wish machine to achieve everything.

midnight 2am--

The sleeping streets are quieter than usual. Probably afraid of the weird events that occur frequently. People who are accustomed to night activities have also followed the authorities' advice about not going out at night and stayed at home honestly. Even the shadow of a car was invisible on the street, only the asphalt road was paled by the street lights under the soaking of the cold in the winter night.

The deserted streets give the illusion of being in a toy scene of equal proportions. If places beyond the ordinary people's knowledge are called "Alien Worlds", this is undoubtedly the case of Dongmu City.

A strange horse passed the strange scenery unattended. Weber rode on the spine, and was galloping towards the dead. Behind him was the broad and thick chest that conquered the king, and the distance was so close that he could almost feel the loud agitation.

If he can survive tonight, Weber will never forget this tense and peaceful sense of exuberance. There are moments in the world called "the real time". It was the moment of liberating the soul from all the deceptions and whitewashing, accepting the whole picture of the world, and awe in its heart. And now Weber is like that. There is no need to search for all kinds of mysteries and contradictions in the world, just accept them openly. The meaning of survival and death can be understood without words. It was the time of supreme happiness liberated from all the confusion and confusion of a miserable life.

The horse leisurely crossed the sleeping street and jumped to the river bank shrouded in the night. In the silent moonlit night, the bridge of the destination was illuminated by the light of the lingering mercury.

"Rider, that's..."

Weber stretched his finger and conquered Wang slightly, nodding his head in affirmation.

Although the majestic figure was on the bridge as bright as day, it was like mocking the artificial light as a fake, the same golden light, glorious. Although hundreds of meters apart, the blame and coldness in the crimson eyes still made Weber tremble, unable to move.

ServantArcher, the hero king Gilgamesh-

Weber is not without psychological preparation. He knew that the opponent was going to face sooner or later. Nevertheless, once faced with himself, the sense of oppression brought by the majestic opponent penetrated the heavy protection and directly defeated the core of his soul.

"Afraid, kid?"

Rider sensed Webber's tremor and asked gently. The teenager did not bluff and nodded honestly.

"Um, scared. Or, is this what you call "joy and joy"?"

The Conqueror smiled triumphantly when he heard the tense answer.

"Yes. The stronger the enemy, the more passionate the desire to drink the wine of victory. Hum, you have become smart."

Busser Farus carrying a screaming Rider came to the bridge in a stately manner.

The fourth and undoubtedly the last encounter. The original hero king and the legendary conqueror king. For two people who want to occupy the fourth lane of the road as their own, the other party is the biggest obstacle to their own progress. The two met on a narrow road on the bridge, and there was no way to retreat or avoid. The battle between the two kings is the battlefield destined.

Bucevarus seemed to gain insight into the rider's will and stopped the four hooves. Rider touched the horse's mane to show encouragement.

"Boy, you are waiting here first."

"--Hey?"

Rider rolled over and dismounted, and walked slowly towards the enemies waiting in line.

Archer also came in proudly as if he had made an appointment in advance.

They are not just combatants who learn martial arts, but also rivals for hegemony. In this case, they must obey the corresponding etiquette before the confrontation.

"Rider, what are you proud of?"

Archer asked in a dagger.

"Ah, that. Um, let the guy Saber **** it, it's really furious."

Rider shrugged unhurriedly. Archer narrowed his **** eyes and stared at him directly.

"...Have you forgotten my decision? I should have said that I want to defeat you in perfect condition."

"Well, that seems to be the case."

Rider sneered at Archer's deterrence, incredibly boldly and incredibly crooked his mouth, smiling.

"My equipment has indeed been consumed. But don't underestimate me, Hero King. Iskandar tonight is not perfect, so it surpassed perfection."

Although the statement was far-fetched, Archer didn't laugh at it, but looked at Rider up and down with a sharp eye, and he just couldn't chop him into meat sauce.

"--This is the case. Your kingly spirit that is full of the whole body is indeed extraordinary. Well, it seems that you have already planned."

In fact, despite the fact that Rider has lost a treasure, the total amount of mana rolling on him has been enhanced by several stages than before. The three consumption mantras that Weber thought "wasted in vain" are working unexpectedly.

The spell's forced activation effect will gradually diminish with its general content. At this point, Weber's order was not specific at all. From the use point of view, it was equivalent to wasting three orders. On the other hand, if the mantra is not used to distort Servant's will, but is launched on the basis of the common will of the two, this is not only a coercive force, but an enhanced means of assisting Servant's actions. In this case, just like the "spatial transfer" realized by Saber's Saber, Ling mantra sometimes subverts the common sense of magic, making a miracle that is almost "magic" possible. ,, ..

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