Lost Narrative Poetry

Saying these words, Gilgamesh's scarlet eyes stared directly at Irisviel, showing undisguised disgust.

He hates bastards, and for some reason, he hates bastards like androids even more. If it weren't for Kotomine Kirei's request, he planned to kill everyone here without sparing anyone... But now, I can only hold my nose and endure it for the time being.

In any case, this woman would not survive long in the hands of Kotomine Kirei. There was no need for him to condescend and deal with such a bastard himself...

As for why Kotomine Kirei was interested in Emiya Kiritsugu, after he killed his biological father and experienced the joy, the next thing he wanted to do most was to catch Irisviel. Used to blackmail Emiya Kiritsugu——

It's simply incomprehensible. Could it be that the man Emiya Kiritsugu is also the man he is close to and likes? He wants to use Irisviel to threaten him, leaving Emiya Kiritsugu in a painful dilemma and satisfying his own pleasure nature?

Well, Gilgamesh didn't want to know the reason, and he didn't bother to delve into it.

Anyway, he just had a similar affinity with Kotomine Kirei, and he felt that the other party had just signed a new contract with him, and also had more than two digits of Command Seals. It was him who swept across the Holy Grail battlefield, killed all the bastards, and avenged his shame. Important to rely on.

So Gilgamesh doesn't care why Kotomine Kirei wants to kidnap Irisviel himself. He just needs to kill everyone here and take them back. After all, he has to take into account the thoughts of the new contractor. ...at least for now.

As for how Kotomine Kirei will torture this woman in the future and how he will make Emiya Kiritsugu suffer and despair, that is Kotomine Kirei's own business. As the supreme ancient king, he only needs to enjoy the drama performed by the bastards.

"It's really troublesome. Sure enough, he's here to make things difficult for us..."

The Conqueror King thoroughly confirmed Gilgamesh's brain twitching and suddenly felt a headache. This kind of neurosis was too destructive.

The actions of normal people can be predicted. Based on their own behavioral characteristics, interest positions, etc., their reactions to various things can be speculated to a certain extent. In such a free world, cerebral palsy is obviously more likely to be affected than normal people. People have greater freedom.

He does whatever he feels he can do and whatever he wants to do. How can you predict his behavior with this kind of neurosis? No matter how perfect your plan is, this kind of person can mess it up for you...

Just like the plan of the King of Conqueror and others, it was completely based on the basic principle of uniting vertically and horizontally to fight against powerful enemies. It considered the possibility of winning over Gilgamesh, the possibility of rescuing Saber, and the possibility of the magician. response……

The only thing I didn't think about was that before the most terrifying Liudong Temple responded, Gilgamesh suddenly got mad and wanted to attack them, and arrogantly declared that he would end the Holy Grail War tonight.

Not to mention that they were unprepared, even the people at Liudong Temple probably couldn't think of it, right?

However, when the air was rapidly distorted, powerful magic was rolling, and the Noble Phantasms were shooting at them from all directions as if they were free of charge, the Conqueror King could only choose to fight - the other party wanted to kill them and then take away Ellie. Silphire.

No matter which one of these two things it is, he can't accept it obediently. Does he still want his face?

"Wow...I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Weber hugged the giant man's waist tightly and screamed with tears in his eyes, because the wheels of the Divine Power were moving and drifting rapidly, avoiding the machine gun-like Noble Phantasm fire, so that they were shaking like a sampan that had been baptized by a storm in the sea. Similar.

However, this situation did not last long. The King of Conquerors did not want to be passively beaten all the time. He found that the firepower Gilgamesh showed tonight was particularly terrifying. Each wave of treasure phantoms fired were close to hundreds of treasures. Tool.

Perhaps D-level Noble Phantasms are the most numerous, accounting for the vast majority. Occasionally there are a few C-level Noble Phantasms mixed in, but I can't help but that their essence is Noble Phantasms, noble fantasies, and they are naturally contained in themselves. The magic is very powerful.

There's something wrong with this. Could it be that you took some medicine?

After all, to maintain this kind of firepower, this bastard king might have to drain his master's magic power. And even if he drains his master's magic power, how long can he last? Not everyone is that perverse magician.

The Conqueror King originally had such doubts, but after careful observation, he found that the magical aura rolling around the golden shooter was almost several times stronger than before, giving everyone a clear sense of power and sharpness.

Command Seal!

Definitely used a Command Seal!

This crazy new contractor is so extravagant that he directly consumes the Command Seal just to let Gilgamesh use the regular attack of Noble Phantasm? How rich does he have to be so wasteful?

The Conqueror King couldn't get the answer, and he also knew that there was no point in dealing with it like this, so he could only fight head-on——

"Huh?"

Weber suddenly felt a change in the surrounding environment. The temperature had become very cold on the night when the snow started to fall. He would spit out white air when he spoke, and he also felt a little shivering.

But I don’t know if it was an illusion that time had stood still for a moment, but the cold air of the winter night was suddenly replaced by blazing heat. The wind was so hot and dry that it seemed to burn everything.

This is not like a snowy night, where an unknown hot wind erodes the real world, and then - the world is turned upside down.

The scorching strange wind brought hot sand. In the strange phenomenon that occurred at night, distance and location had lost their meaning, because the dry wind carrying hot sand changed everything it went.

The sun scorches the earth...

The clear sky...

Until the horizon is blurred by gravel...

There was no obstruction anywhere in the field of vision. It seemed that everyone was transferred to the other side of the earth in an instant by an unknown force, so that the snowy night turned into day, the snowy landscape turned into hot sand, and the cold was replaced by heat. .

"Inherent barrier?" Irisviel's exclamation helped everyone quickly determine the nature of the Conqueror's Noble Phantasm.

This is a real phantom that corrodes the real world. It can even be said that this is the limit that magic can reach, and it is close to the concept of miracle...

"How is this possible? You are obviously not a magician?!" Weber even cried out, feeling that he could not understand it at all.

The inherent barrier is a great magic that embodies the scenery of one's own mind. Once this spell is activated, the surrounding space will change into a completely different scenery. The embodiment of the mental landscape, that is to say, the inherent barrier is to replace oneself and the world without changing the state.

Grand magic, which rewrites reality with the user's "mental landscape", is the closest "magic" to "magic" and is currently listed in the list of forbidden spells by the Magic Association.

Because this magic is a branch of "imagination of fantasy", it was originally an ability that can only be used by elves and demons. However, after years of accumulation, the magic that can create a personal mental world has finally been completed, and some advanced magicians will create it. "Inherent Boundary" becomes possible——

But in general, there are not many magicians who can perform this world-changing magic.

"Of course I can't do it... but this is the land that our army once crossed, and the warriors who shared the joys and sorrows with me have this scenery firmly imprinted in their hearts." The giant man let out a bold laugh, "This world can It reappears because it is imprinted on each of our hearts.”

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, the silhouettes of many armies appeared one after another all around.

Although they have different races and equipment, their strong bodies and brave temperaments all show the strength of the army. And the most important thing is that these people are Servants.

——Is this a continuous summoning of independent Servants?

"Behold, my unparalleled army!"

Filled with pride and pride, the King of Conquerors stood in front of the army of heroic spirits that were coming through time and space, raising his arms and shouting.

"Even if their bodies are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned, and they will respond to my call of eternal friends across time and space."

The heroes who staked their dreams of becoming king and fought with the king on the battlefield had unending loyalty until death. The conquering king turned this into an extraordinary treasure——

The EX-level anti-army Noble Phantasm, "The King's Army", can be said to recreate the legend of the invincible army that crossed the earth, cut off the oceans, and swept across the nations.

"I really underestimated you, you are an eyesore..." Gilgamesh's eyes were full of ferocity and cruelty, but his cold murderous aura did not weaken at all. "Indeed, no matter how weak the bastards are, if there are so many of them coming up together, it will really take a lot of effort for me..."

Probably because Xia Ran didn't care about the banquet of the three kings at all, and had no intention of pushing everyone to reproduce the classics, and then watched the three people express their opinions at the banquet and argue about the superiority of their respective kings.

Therefore, at this time, it is difficult for Gilgamesh and the King of Conquerors to identify with each other or show any sympathy for each other.

Alone on the opposite side of the sand sea, facing the vast army, the golden shooter's face showed no fear, only a sense of pride and joy. He could finally show off his strongest posture:

"Bastard, come here. Now I will let you know what it means to be a true king. I will personally show you the laws of the world."

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In the church.

"It's still a step too late, and my guess is correct...the command spells have been taken away. Sure enough, that golden guy finally realized that he is the strongest only with his equipment? He plans to rely on the Noble Phantasm to do it in succession. Clean up difficult books?"

Xia Ran examined the old priest lying on the ground, his dead body, and the manner of death that was almost the same as that of Tokiomi Tosaka. He was stabbed from behind by the person closest to him without any precautions. He couldn't help it. Sighed.

Kenneth is still a disabled person, highly paraplegic and unable to take care of himself. Of course, it is impossible to shoot Kotomine Rimasa. And among the Holy Church, who can win the trust of the old priest and kill him without any defense?

That’s probably only Kotomine Kirei.

Kotomine Riko was a pathetic father who believed that his son was a saint until his death. Mine Kirei is a pervert, one of those born malignant beings with personality defects and psychological distortions who long to see the misfortunes of others.

Only the misfortune of others can make you feel happy. If others are not misfortune, you will not feel the meaning of survival. Compared with the misfortune of those whom he has never met, he prefers to see the misfortune of his familiar relatives and loved ones.

Just like he was depressed about not killing his wife with his own hands and enjoying the happiness.

If he was provoked and bewitched by a scum like Gilgamesh, and with such a twist in the plot, it would be normal for Kirei Kotomine to kill his biological father himself.

Because humans and animals cannot understand each other, this is not a problem of language communication, but a gap in consciousness between species from the very beginning.

"Does the Holy Church retain the command spells of the past?" Saber frowned and looked around unhappily. She was somewhat unable to accept the truth that her son had killed her father. Of course, she was not qualified to say anything.

——Back on the battlefield of the Battle of the Sword Pen, Mordred's body still fell in front of her.

"Yes, I don't know the specific number, but at least it's more than ten strokes... Gilgamesh probably found an important reason for him to feel invincible."

Xia Ran said casually, then looked at Saber——

"Prepare your scabbard. It is specially used to surprise him in this situation."