The bone dragon coiled around the frozen throne turned its body uneasily, lowered its head and growled warily, but even it didn’t dare to approach Arher easily to approach that light.
"Die, bastards!"
Once again, I proudly drank my precious name, and the dazzling flood of light suddenly filled the whole world, which turned everything into dust.
Scarlet eyes stared coldly at the pure white world swallowed by dazzling light, and there was not a spark of death around the world. Arher was sure that all undead had vanished in his own sword.
"Garbage is garbage after all, even if there is no amount, it has no substantive significance."
Arher stared at the scarlet eyes so cruelly, saying that although deviating from the sword twice a day brought a great degree of load to his body, now that the enemy has solved this degree of load, it is also called.
Anyway, this is the last holy grail war, and it’s a good thing to have such a gorgeous ending.
But soon Arher felt something was wrong, because although the breath of dead creatures had disappeared, the cold breath still showed no signs of abating.
"What’s the matter … the inherent boundary has not been broken? ! Am I still trapped in this inherent boundary? ！”
Chapter 165 The Holy Grail arrival
Eyes are dazzling and pale, which is different from frost white. Eyes are full of unknown, cold and dead breath.
Arher looked around blankly. He didn’t know what kind of situation it was now, and he didn’t know exactly where he was.
"damn bastard, get out of here! Get out of here!"
Roar and growl, but there is no point in answering Arher. She is as silent as death
His throat was a little hoarse and dry. Arher tried to calm himself down. He looked up again and looked into the distance.
I can’t tell what it is made of. The miserable white slowly drifted out and appeared in front of Arher. It was still the towering frozen throne.
"Ha … ha ha … ha ha ha ha! Interesting, really interesting. You make me a little excited, bastard. "
Holding the deviant sword tightly, Arher moved forward step by step with him, and cracks spread from his feet.
There is nothing wrong with the inherent boundary here, but obviously, after Arher’s sword, this inherent boundary is also on the verge of collapse
The throne can vaguely see a figure wrapped in covered armor with his head hanging down. The man is as still as if he had lost his life.
"Yeah … has it cost you too much energy to maintain this inherent boundary? Do you have any fighting power now?"
"Get up and tell me, answer me, answer the king!"
The figure didn’t respond, but the sword around the figure gave a quiver, and the black sword with perfect paint exuded a strange smell, which made Arher’s line of sight unconsciously attracted to the past.
It’s just a sword. What would I?
Arher shook his head and moved on. He took the frozen throne in front of the sleeping king.
"I don’t know what kind of king you are … but that’s it!"
Show the last respect to the dark figure in front of you in armor, and then Arher stabbed the deviant sword in his hand without mercy!
The expected piercing sound didn’t ring. Arher was horrified and looked at the figure as if it were sleeping in armor.
I don’t know when that sword full of strange magic has appeared in the hands of this armored figure, so it abruptly blocked the deviant sword.
"How is it possible that what is your weapon? How can it block the king from his sword? ！”
Arher couldn’t believe the roar, and then the cold stung half his body for a second.
The most ancient king looked at the rare sword with a dull look as it crossed the painted black arc in front of him, which was faster than thought. The strange blood flowers bloomed and stung from half of his body, and for a moment, it was covered with biting frost and replaced by numbness.
That’s losing everything. There’s still numbness, and Arher has really lost something important.
Holding the deviant sword and throwing it out with half of the body at hand, the fallen king fell to the throne like garbage, and the blood gushed out because the body was cut off, but it was just squeezed out of the blood vessel, or it was frozen by terrible low temperature and half of Arher’s flesh solidified into a rare flower shape that seemed to bloom.
"How dare you … how dare you … you …"
The combination of pain and anger has plunged the oldest king into madness completely. However, all this has no meaning in the face of absolute power, and the evil words have not yet come out. The rare black sword is to resume and directly behead him.
Seven Servan have already left this holy grail war!
The starlight of the Dongmu Civic Hall shines in the direction of the stage, where Alice Phil has disappeared and replaced by a cup-shaped object with golden light.
Due to the death of Servan, the Holy Grail has been conceived and now it is waiting for the winner to make a wish.
The killing continues.
Play dagger, poison bomb
Through tearing, burning, submerging and overwhelming
I have never doubted its significance. After carefully weighing its value, I chose one side of the scale, and the other side should let it continue to kill with the killing and killing.
Yes, that’s right. To save most people, someone must sacrifice. If there are more happy people to be protected than unfortunate people, then the world will be closer to being saved.
Even if you count the bodies with your feet on it
If there is life saved, then the most important thing is these guarded lives.
"Has the Holy Grail … arrived?"
Emiya Kiritsugu muttered to himself that he was fighting Kotomine Kirei to death on the ground floor, but suddenly an illusion appeared in front of him, and he prayed in the depths of his heart.
He knew it was a sign of the arrival of the Holy Grail, and it seemed that the winner of the Holy Grail War did not make a wish. Now the Holy Grail is the main thing.
"Maybe … they mutually assured destruction?"
It is not impossible for Emiya Kiritsugu to mumble such a thing, but it is unacceptable for Emiya Kiritsugu at the moment.
"Then … make a wish. I’ve been waiting for you. You’re the best person for me to bear."
Some illusory voices rang in Emiya Kiritsugu’s ear, and his long-cherished wish was about to come true. It was hard to restrain his excitement. Emiya Kiritsugu stepped forward quickly and then entered the holy grail world.
Black soil roll with waves like that sea.
There are dead bodies everywhere, and they are gradually sinking into the sea.
The sky is red, as red as blood. In the black mud rain, the dark sun dominates the sky.
The wind is a curse and sorrow.
If there is any metaphor, where is this … if not hell?