Thousand Blades of Death

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No regrets, no confusion. Some are just for Jiujiu Shan, a self-deprecating self-deprecation, and a wry smile at the corner of the blood-stained mouth.

The Celtic sword failed to touch each other. It is just that the fact that Gilgamesh’s obedient sword penetrates Iskandar’s chest, and the feeling that the sword body is tossing between his lungs. What a strange sword. Conquering Wang Ru as a colleague has nothing to do with himself.

"--Wake up from the dream, conquer the king?"

"...Ah, um. Yeah..."

This time, it failed. The unfinished dream ended with regret. But if you think about it carefully, this should be worth a lifetime of betting on it, only one dream is.

Recalling the past, the dream far back in Asia Minor-in this extremely east land, once again rushed into my heart. Iskandar sighed in the past, full of ups and downs, smiling.

Since the same dream can be repeated twice, there is nothing incredible about doing it again.

That is to say-

It's almost time for the next big dream.

"This expedition,... also made my heart surging..."

Iskandar narrowed his increasingly blurred eyes in the blood mist and groaned in satisfaction. Seeing him looking contented, Gilgamesh nodded solemnly.

"Conquer the king, I will accept your challenge at any time."

For the puncture of the rain of treasures all over the body, but still relying on the lock of the sky to block the enemy in the front road, the hero king gave him a supreme praise-a beautiful feeling from the heart.

"Until the end of the time, every inch of this world is my courtyard. So I can guarantee that it will never make you bored."

"Oh... that's great, so good..."

In the end, Rider calmly attached and disappeared quietly.

In terms of time, this battle is really not long. By the time the heroes on horseback galloped across the bridge, the offense and defense ended in just a few seconds.

But for Weber, who has impressed all this on his eyes, this heavy and long period of time can match his life.

It is already unforgettable. No matter how he deceives himself, he will never forget that scene. The scene that happened just in front of him in a few seconds has become a part of his soul and can never be separated.

Weber was alone, staying where he was put down, standing motionless. Although the mind must move, but as if the body moves, it will surely kneel down.

However, you must not touch your knees now. Absolutely not.

Gold Archer stared at Weber with cruel **** eyes, and slowly came close. Never look away. Although the body could not move because of fear, he knew it. As long as you look away, your life will be gone.

Archer stood in front of his trembling, but faced his youth firmly, and asked in a voice without any emotion.

"Boy, are you the master of Rider?"

I thought that the throat photographed by fear was impossible to make a sound, but when asked about the relationship with "he", the rigid **** was instantly released. Webber shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice.

"No. I am-that man's subordinate."

"Ok?"

Archer narrowed his eyes and looked at Weber carefully from head to toe. Only then did he realize that there was no breath of curse on him.

"--Sure. But boy, if you are a true loyal minister, shouldn't you avenge the dead king?"

For the second question, Weber also confessed his sincerity in a calm and incredible voice.

"...If I challenge you, I will die."

"of course."

"I can't do that. The king gave orders to "live"."

Yes-he can't die. As long as Wang's last words still echo in his chest, Weber will do everything he can to get out of this dilemma. Even if the enemy's Servant is right in front of him, he doesn't have any self-defense techniques, and the situation is desperate to the point of utter cessation-but he can't give up. The oath at that time must not be trampled upon.

In a sense, Weber's suffering at this moment is much more cruel and painful than the fateful Daguan.

Facing the inevitable death, the teenager's body shivered involuntarily, but his stubborn eyes told his unyielding. Gilgamesh looked down silently at his weak body and nodded gently.

"Faithfulness is where great righteousness is. Don't be ashamed of his efforts."

The opponent is not a Master, but a harmless hybrid of personal animals. There is no need to shoot. This is the decision to be king.

The golden hero turned his heels and flew away. Weber could only watch him silently away. It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared from the field of vision that the cool wind blew across the river and swept away the air that had been tight for a long time. The teenager finally realized that he was left alone in the quiet night, and it was all over.

The surviving miracle made his knees tremble again.

The Archer did intend to kill Weber before changing his mind. The killing, which is as natural as breathing, has announced this fact in silence. If Weber looked away, became paralyzed or hesitated a little while answering, he had already been killed.

Although it only saved a small life, this is also a kind of affirmation of the hero king. Dare to face the fear, and to save a life, this is itself a battle, a victory. It was the result of the first time Weber Wilwitt played alone.

This is an ugly and insignificant battle, which has nothing to do with heroism. Neither let anyone succumb nor capture anything. He survived the dilemma, nothing more.

But Weber was still very happy and proud of it. At that time, that kind of situation can get that unexpected result. Only Weber can appreciate the preciousness of this. No matter how gazed out to others, he had no reason to be ashamed.

He obeyed the king's orders. Witnessed everything and survived.

I really hope to be praised. Whether it's the big palm or the big branches, I don't know why you are so polite. This time, there is no need to hide anything. He could finally stand up proudly and show off his victory to the man.

But-in this dark night of all things, only Weber hangs in his own shadow. There was no one around him. Like himself 11 days ago, Weber now is left alone in this numb and uninteresting world.

This battle belongs only to him. Although he survived the difficulty alone, no one noticed this, and no one praised him.

But is this fact cruel-no, never. ,, ..

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