Chapter 181 The End of the King of Conquerors
“The last doll has been made and delivered to the designated location using magic, and the deal between us is completely over.
In the light curtain used for communication, a female white-collar worker with red hair was lying on the table, yawning sleepily, and pointed at the new moon with her finger.
"If you give me another job, I'll kill you."
"I thought you were going to say 'don't stop' or something..." Shuo Yue nodded with a subtle expression, "I understand, five dolls including two androids have been received. The relationship between us is The fate is over for now, sleep peacefully, Miss Orange, I will compensate you with an additional mythical gift tomorrow... as long as I can survive."
"Then I wish you the best to die the day after tomorrow... That's it, goodbye." The magic light curtain closed, and Aozaki Orange, who had been suffering from liver disease for several days, yawned, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he was fighting with Aoko in his dream.
Orange, who was preoccupied with sleeping, didn't realize that what Shuo Yue said was 'fate is temporarily over', as if she was so confused that she forgot to remind Shuo Yue about certain things about the doll.
Although according to Shuo Yue's request, Cheng Zi used higher-grade materials to make up for the limitations of the doll's power output, but there is still an upper limit. Once it is squeezed by too strong a force, it will not be able to hold up and break.
Of course, if you want to destroy my masterpiece, you must be a high-ranking magician or even a high-ranking magician, otherwise you are a fantasy species... Haha, are you kidding me? How could someone qualified for the third law meet? Such a crisis.
It was precisely because of this thought that Cheng Zi heartily forgot to remind Shuo Yue.
In a sense, both of them cheated each other hard and made each other experience the pain of "how many floors does a bag of rice have to carry" in a certain period of time in the future.
Of course, this is all a story for later.
For now, let's go back to the battlefield of the two top servants at the foot of Yuanzang Mountain.
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Can that sword be called a "sword" after all?
This weapon looks very strange. It has a hilt and a sword, and is about the same length as a long sword. But the part that corresponds to the "blade" is too different from the shape of the sword. It was a cylinder with three connected sections, and the tip of the sword was twisted into a spiral-shaped blunt blade. The three sections of the cylinder are like a rolling mortar, rotating slowly and alternately.
That's right, that weapon is no longer a "sword". This weapon, which existed before the concept of a "sword," was of course different in shape from existing swords. This is an object created by the gods before the emergence of human beings. It specifically reflects the uncanny workmanship of the gods at the time of creation. The three sections of cylinders shaped like rolling mills cooperate with the movement of the celestial body, and each rotates with friction and weight equivalent to the movement of the earth's crust. The huge amount of magic power that surged out has already exceeded the calculable range.
And it was this sword of the gods that pierced the overlord's strong chest and pierced the spiritual core of his birth.
In the distance, Weber's eyes widened, trying not to let tears blur his vision, and he stared at the moment when the legend came to an end.
The blade of the sword slowly rotated in the chest of the King of Conquerors. The Sword of Cyprus was only an inch away from the forehead of the King of Heroes. Behind the two kings, the car body was penetrated by countless precious phantoms, and the bloody and bloody divine wheels of the sacred cow gradually turned into spirit. The son dissipates.
"Have you woken up from your dream? King of Conquerors." The golden hero felt the numbness on his scalp and said quietly.
"Ah, well, yes..." Iskandar, who was bound all over, narrowed his eyes that were blurred by the blood mist, and murmured with satisfaction, "This expedition also... makes me... feel very happy. …”
Not only this hearty fight to the death, but also the courtiers who had formed a bond with him, made the conquering king deeply feel lucky to have come.
Although he failed at the last minute, the trip was well worth it.
Gilgamesh looked at his satisfied expression, nodded sternly and said, "If you want to challenge a few times, just do it, King of Conquerors."
Even though his whole body was pierced by the Rain of Noble Phantasm and the Noble Phantasm was destroyed, the opponent still did not stop until he was finally blocked by the Lock of Heaven. For such a heroic opponent, the King of Heroes gave him the greatest reward - the most sincere appreciation.
"Until the end of time and space, this entire world is my king's garden. So I promise you that this garden will never make you bored."
"Oh...this is...not bad..."
After giving such a lukewarm answer, the cavalry servant quietly disappeared.
From a time perspective, this should be a very short battle. It should be over in just a few seconds before Rider rushes to Archer risking his life to decide the winner.
But Weber didn't even blink, imprinting the entire process in his mind. For him, this battle is as long and heavy as a lifetime.
He will never forget this memory, even if he blocks his mind, he will never forget it. What he had seen in those few seconds had become a part of his soul and could no longer be separated from him.
Waver just stood motionless alone where Rider put him down. Although he knew he had to move quickly, it felt like if he moved even slightly, he might fall to his knees weakly.
He couldn't take a knee now, not at all.
The golden king stared at Weber with his cruel and fierce blood-red eyes, and slowly walked over.
"Boy, are you Rider's master?"
Weber originally thought that his throat had been stiffened by fear and that he could not make any sound. But when Archer asked about his relationship with "him", his stiff throat relaxed briefly.
He shook his head and answered in a hoarse voice: "No, I am - his subject."
"Hmm?"
Archer narrowed his eyes and looked at Weber from head to toe. He finally realized that he could not feel the breath of the Command Seal anywhere on the boy.
"Really? Then, boy, if you are a true loyal subject, you should have the obligation to avenge the late king, right?"
For the second question, Weber was still able to continue answering with an incredibly calm state of mind.
"If I challenge you, I will die."
"Of course."
"So I can't do it. I was ordered to 'live'."
Weber raised his head and stared at the regicide in front of him with his resolute eyes full of tears.
That's right - he must not die. He has memorized the king's last words in his heart.
Although the enemy servant was right in front of him and he had no way to protect himself, the situation was almost hopeless - but he must not give up, he must not trample on the oath in this way.
This might be a more cruel torture than accepting death calmly.
Gilgamesh looked down at the short figure, nodded slightly after a while, and the pendant on his body made a pleasant sound of praise:
"Your loyalty is worthy of praise! Do not waver in your determination at this moment."
The other party is neither the master nor the traitor, there is no need to take action, this is the decision of the king.
Waver watched the Golden Heroic Spirit holding the Sword of Separation in silence, passing by him and climbing the stairs. When the cold wind of the night blew around him, the boy found that he was the only one left under the night sky, and then he knew that everything was over.
His knees finally began to tremble.
Until the second before Archer changed his mind, the murderous intent he exuded was silently intimidating Waver. In fact, if Waver had moved his eyes a little, fallen to the ground with weak legs, or hesitated when answering, he would have been dead on the spot.
Some people laughed at him for being a coward begging for mercy, but that person didn't know the cruelty of the King of Heroes. As a former enemy standing in front of the ancient king, just resisting the fear and saving his life was a battle and a victory.
This was the victory that Waver Velvet won alone.
This was a humble and insignificant battle, not heroic and magnificent at all. He just escaped from the desperate situation alive.
Even so, Waver still felt happy and proud. Only he knew how precious it was to achieve this impossible outcome under the circumstances at that time. This sense of honor only existed in his heart, and he would not be ashamed of it no matter how low it looked in the eyes of others.
He obeyed the king's order, witnessed everything, and survived.
I really hope he praises himself. Using his broad palm and his rough voice to praise himself, this time he didn't need to hide his feelings. Weber could definitely hold his chest high and show off his merits to that person.
But——in the quiet night, Weber was completely alone, with no one around him. Just like eleven days ago, Weber was once again thrown into this ruthless and indifferent corner of the world.
No one knew that he won a battle that belonged only to him alone, and no one praised his victory.
Was this a cruel blow?
——The answer is no.
He had already received a lot of praise just now. The greatest king in the world recognized him, and that person told Weber that he would let him join the ranks of his subjects.
It was just a reversal of the order of things.
It was just a reversal of the order of things. He had already received the praise of the distant future, and he only needed to use the rest of his life to achieve merits commensurate with the praise.
That's right. As long as there was that sentence at that time, he would no longer be alone.
The moment he realized this, Weber's youth was over.
For the first time, he knew that tears can sometimes flow for reasons unrelated to regret or humiliation.
At this moment, Weber Velvet sat on the ground, letting his tears flow freely.
Those were the hot tears of a man.
This chapter is a compensation... Coded in the waiting room