Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

Suddenly fell down on the steps.

Obviously that man-made man was carrying a person on his back, so why did he fall down by himself?

He crawled, stumbling, and followed behind Chigurh, even faintly trying to surpass Chigurh.

The two of them competed with each other on the less than [-]-meter steps.

One person was about to overtake the other, and the other tried to speed up.

Beyond.

taken over.

Beyond.

taken over.

Those who surpass each other are surpassed by those who are surpassed.

Those who are surpassed are chased by those who are surpassed.

Amakusa Shiro couldn't recognize anything except Chigurh and the assassin on her back.

The surroundings are blank, and the steps disappear.

On this battlefield, there is no sword-to-sword battle left, only a race between two people.

Finally, they all reached the key line.

However, it took almost 5 minutes for them both to reach the Great Grail at the same time.

Not bad, meanwhile.

Amakusa found sadly that he was slower than the man-made man.She is carrying an assassin on her back!

"I have to say, you are stronger now." Amakusa narrowed his eyes, feeling the burning heat inside the Great Holy Grail, "But so what?"

"Better than you, isn't that enough?" Zieg said stubbornly.

Amakusa Shiro looked at the fire.

That is my own departure, and it is also the end of my living self.

"Not enough." Amakusa Shiro growled, "Of course not enough, Chigurh! As an artificial human, you only see the beauty of the world, right? You take it for granted that this world is so beautiful, and that the only enemies are I, only the red side! You are wrong, come on, take a good look at hell, otherwise you don’t understand my pain, the reason I fight, my departure, everything about me, you are not qualified to defeat me. "

Zieg couldn't help but looked around the surrounding environment.

Wailing.

death.

flame.

Collapse.

Loot.

Everywhere.

Very frightening.

"Hell? Amakusa Shiro, don't laugh so hard, it's just what you call hell."

"I've seen this kind of thing a lot. You are so arrogant, Amakusa Shiro, do you think that you are the only one who has seen Hell?" Shirou sneered, "Zig, let's go. The Holy Grail is right in front of you! "

Chigurh no longer looked at the howling people.

This sea of ​​fire, this piece of sorrow in hell.

When it comes to hell, she doesn't think that this cycle of death is more terrifying than the dead and silent artificial control room.

It is a place where there is no consciousness, no will, and everyone is like a walking dead.

If it wasn't for fear, why did she try to escape from there?

She, too, has seen hell!

"Ahead, it's hell. Stop it."

Amakusa Shiro yelled.

"So what." Zieg walked forward without looking back.

Shirou sighed and said, "Amakusa, Chigurh has already said it so clearly, don't you understand? You who led the Shimabara Rebellion, why don't you understand?"

"Don't understand what?" Amakusa Shiro looked at Shirou and asked in confusion.

Ziggy stopped in his tracks.

She remembered what Ruler and Assassin had told her about Amakusa Shiro.

It was an uprising sparked against tyranny.

Under the leadership of Amakusa Shiro, the people who can't eat enough and don't wear warm clothes are fighting hard.

Although it was a failure, Chigurh also felt sad for him.

She had to tell him, tell him who had tried hard but had lost faith in humans—