I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Even this magic eye train is not enough to compete with the Servants.

"But I'm very satisfied. You let me see far more than I imagined. That figure, that power engraved in the legend... It's already worth it," Hartles took out a box from his pocket and threw it towards To El-Melloi II, "I have no use for this, I'll give it back to you."

Hephaistion moved his hand, but it didn't stop El-Melloi II from catching the box.

El-Melloi II stepped back and opened the box. There was no sparkling treasure in it, only a rag, but just looking at it, El-Melloi II felt a sense of peace of mind.

Hephaistion pursed his lips. Although he didn't want to admit it, he really missed that expression. In the past, everyone looked at him with this expression.

That's why it can't be forgiven!

"Then can I go?" Hatteras glanced at the night sky, in order to prevent the train from being destroyed, the magic eye train had to open the carriage.

"Your purpose is to summon Servants, right," El-Melloi II stuffed the box into his pocket, "transformed the spiritual veins to induce the magic eye train to change lanes to construct a false Holy Grail, and then in order to gather the elements, the former imperial The Lord's I lead the train, your purpose has been accomplished."

"That's right, I'm still here just wanting to chat with you, even though I've seen some amazing things," Hatreth glanced past El-Melloi II and looked at the closed door behind him , some bright eyes seem to be expecting someone to push the door in.

"One more thing," El-Melloi II pushed his eyes and looked at Hephaistion, "You... it's not Hephaistion, right?"

Hephaistion narrowed his eyes and clenched the sword in his hand unconsciously.

"If I guess right, you're actually..."

"To shut up!"

Hephaistion roared and charged towards El-Melloi II as if he had anticipated what El-Melloi II would say next, stabbing his sword between his eyebrows.

The strong wind lifted his long hair, and death seemed to be only in the next instant. Even if he used enhanced magic, it was impossible for him to escape. El-Melloi II pushed his glasses.

But that's okay, after all, he's a slow guy.

"Bang——"

"Hahaha, here we come, here we come! His legs are shaking but he looks indifferent!"

Yard's harsh laughter did not affect El-Melloi II's mood, and he was even a little happy.

"Master, I'm catching up!"

Grey held up her shield to block El-Melloi II.

Look, you can catch up whenever you want.

Chapter 96 Holy Spear, Pulling the Anchor

accurate!

It's so frustrating!

That expression that can give everything for the person in front of you!

The eyes that chase after you no matter how far you go!

What do you know!

Stop analyzing my bond with the king with the tone of knowing everything!

My relationship with him is not...

"You are false."

To shut up!

Hephaistion's hands were shaking, but everything El-Melloi said was the truth, she knew it, and she knew it.

Although she was cute when she was a child, but rough when she grew up, Wang kept touching her head and said this.

[Let me give you a name]

[I reject]

Every time, she would resolutely refuse, which was probably the only order from the king she disobeyed.

"You are the shadow warrior who keeps the king safe."

Yeah, that's enough for me.

It doesn't matter what the name is, as long as you can move forward together, I can be satisfied.

As long as false news is spread, even if there is a curse, it will not hurt the king, because I...

"It's a sacrifice, it's... a substitute king to resist disaster," El-Melloi II lowered his eyes.

He is not a person of bad taste. Unlike Melvin who looks very happy and has eyes like Cyclops next to him, it is not interesting for him to dig out other people's affairs one by one.

But there is no way, he is too weak, only by constantly dismantling the mystery of this Servant in front of him can reduce Grey's pressure.

"That's right, that's why she appeared as a faker," Hatress spread his hands, "The fake Heroic Spirit summoned by the fake Holy Grail, this is her, the nameless faker."

"So? So what?" Hephaistion, no, it should have been faker raising his sword.

"I've been wondering why I haven't seen you in the army of the king," El-Melloi II exhaled, and what he said next might be more cruel to the faker than revealing the truth about her, "That king, The king who has been laughing and rushing at the front cannot tolerate such a reality. He once said that the king's army is not just his Noble Phantasm, but the bond between him and his subordinates, so he remembers everyone, and he will call himself every companion, but..."

"Shut up!" Faker roared and rushed towards El-Melloi II.

"Bang——"

The shield and the sword collided heavily, and Grey gritted his teeth and pushed the faker back, "Master... let me protect you!"