What Can I Do if I Travel to Fgo? I'm Desperate Too

"The king of destruction, Attila..."

Chanting the other party's name in his mouth, Lan Maloch's seemingly calm eyes were full of vigilance.Her tentative attack just now was interrupted by the opponent. Although the gun in her hand blocked the opponent's whip-like blade, the frost wrapped around the wall interfered with her with erosive magic power.

What is that strange three-color blade?The water elf warned her of danger, and the magic power on the blade seemed to be filled with different huge powers.

So much so that when seeing the opponent's blade, people wonder if the opponent is a heroic spirit famous for his sword.

"It turns out that the title of King of Destruction is not in vain."

The rumors of the opponent and the sword do not match the weapon in the opponent's hand. If it is true, the opponent should appear as Ride and have the possibility.

"That's my line...it has withstood my sword strikes and hasn't been damaged. That spear...what is it?"

Indifference, indifference, ignorance, as if everything is not in the eyes of the other party's negligent attitude, this should not be reflected in a Hun king.But that's how the other party feels~

If it is said that Lanmaloch gave the boy the feeling of not saying anything, like a gloomy three-nothing like a piece of ice, then Attila now gives people the feeling of a mountain of knives, giving people a feeling that they dare not approach.

"Land Malloc!"

Fighting with the opponent is reckless, and a teenager without Barbatos by his side would not dare to bet on whether the opponent has the means to obliterate him.

And the guy who is protecting him at the moment, although he feels a little slow, it's not the reason for him to let it go.No matter what the other party said, he came to help him, so he had to reach out to help directly.

But the enemy was the guy he didn't want to deal with now, which made him very distressed.

"Impossible...we can't get away." Lanmaloch turned his body slightly, completely blocking Attila's figure in the eyes of the young man, but also blocking the other's sight, so that the King of the Huns could not see way to determine his distance.

"Tsk..."

Clenching his fist tightly, the boy projected an iron sword with magic power.

But maybe he couldn't even protect himself, he couldn't even deal with that crazy third-rate monster... no, he couldn't even call it a monster.Even the attack of that kind of stuff can't support it, and it needs to use the power of Barbatos to fight back.

Then in front of heavily armed fighters, he probably wouldn't be able to last even one round.

"I want to destroy. Both the old civilization and the new civilization. Completely wipe away all traces of knowledge on this planet. I want to destroy everything that hinders my progress."

Because he was blocked from seeing, Attila looked at Lanmalok in front of him, at the female knight in pitch-black armor, staring at him with crimson eyes.

Like an emotionless machine, it challenged the opponent.

Peng——

The battle has begun, the pitch-black guns and the three-color swords are intertwined in mid-air, and the violent savage wind is like a heavy hammer!

With the point where the two sides collided as the center, the surrounding ground began to shatter, and the pile of corpses that fell on the ground was blown away a little.

This woman is very dangerous!This idea was understood at the moment when the two sides intersected.

destroy!destroy!destroy!destroy!destroy!destroy!The pale giant roared in Attila's mind, and the king of the Huns launched the destruction of the old civilization with the gesture of the whip of God.The three-colored magic weapon in his hand emits the magic power of ice, flames, and blasts, and it runs through everything like a spiral!

kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!The unyielding white dragon appeared in Lanmaloch's mind, and the British lion was about to be moved by the power of a humble king bestowed by Morgan.The black armor is like a raging beast, the armor covering the limbs, body, and head is like a dragon that is about to reappear in the world!

Xingyue’s heroic spirit expressiveness has always been problematic, but this is also a common problem of fantasy authors. After all, many people don’t know what effects will be produced by objects colliding at high speed. Are there similar examples in reality?

Only when a mythical battle appears in front of your eyes, can you realize that your imagination has its limits.

Although it can't be said that the sky is falling apart, at least the young man is very difficult to resist.

This battle is a battle between civilization and civilization destroyers, the boy who stuck the iron sword in his hand on the floor to ensure that it would not be blown away thought so.

I don't know how strong the dream of the wandering star soldier is, and whether the lion who has acquired the power of the British dragon is strong, when these unknowns are exposed.

The young man can only think about whether he can persevere, such a simple and ridiculous short-sighted thing.

But there is no doubt that this is also the most urgent need to protect the practice!

"Is this also one of Luna's plans?! Don't be kidding, even if you have a relationship with Chaldea, you have to see who the object is. The so-called mechanical divinity is really because it is too Is it because of the roughness?"

The boy felt like a buoy hovering in two vortices. The current scene was as dangerous as watching the collision between Favna and Siegfried in France.

Both of them have the strength comparable to the great heroes and the strongest fantasy species, although I don't know how long this comparison can last.

Besides, Lanmaloch's figure is relatively strong, and it looks no different from the traditional image of a female knight. It's okay to have this level of combat effectiveness.But on Attila's side...the body seemed to possess extraordinary strength that had nothing to do with the appearance.

Although knowing what the other person is in essence, knowing and seeing are two different things!

Not knowing and knowing are two different things~

The boy who didn't know what Luna was doing, let alone why Attila was here, became a blind fly like Gudazi when he lost the predictability of the script.

It's a pity that he still lacks something compared to Gudazi.

For example - enough strength to break the deadlock.

boom -

While the teenager was thinking, Attila had already flown out!

Lan Malok, whose right arm had grown unnaturally large, was standing in front of him, and there were many tiny bloodshot threads connecting to her face on the helmet on her head.

This state is not normal, and even thinking with your ass knows that it is a precursor to trouble.

but...

Lan Maloch turned his head halfway. Although the boy did not see the other party's face, the other party's meaning was obvious.

【Believe me】

Then she also rushed towards Attila's direction!

The whole person is like a Tyrannosaurus rex, wielding absolute violence!

Marched towards the enemy.

Is that still Lanmalloc?Or is it the dragon that endangers Britain?

[He/it is Britain itself, and to be against him/it is to be against the island of Britain itself. Vortigern despaired because of the death of Britain, so he turned into a white dragon that devours light and all life in Britain The enemy is only to defend the last mystery. 】

This will definitely not be equal, and the softest part of the boy's heart still doesn't want the other party to do that.

Although it is said that the heroic spirit is just the residue of history, it is just the projection of data, but the other party is there to help him.It still looks like a human being, and its reliable words and deeds, and even the actual actions of protecting itself, these add up to enough to make people respect it.

Even if the purpose of the other party is to use yourself, or even let the future self help the other party with a method that you don't know...

No, in fact, the boy himself can still guess.

As long as he and Barbatos go to each other's era, and then appear as a dangerous demon king, so that the knight king and the witch can put aside their previous suspicions and work together, and then separate the good part to induce the two sides to understand, and finally form a unity in front of the two sides. A big scene of sisterhood is enough.

Even if the two sides find out afterwards that this is just his own acting and directing, it will only become the hatred between the two of them for themselves in the end, and it will not cause a rift between the two sisters to reappear.

"If you think so, is Luna helping Lamallock? Why? No, it should be said that this is just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse."

Attila may not have been prepared by Luna, just like Scathach doesn't seem to be pulled in by Luna, and it is impossible for him to be drawn in by the side that Luna thinks is beneficial.

Maybe it was just an accident~

"However, it doesn't matter whether it's a scam or a mistake. I have been upright all my life, and I will naturally help those who have helped me."

The boy tightly held the iron sword in his hand, watching the two sides in the battle destroying the streets while attracting monsters from the entire city.

Resolutely chose to leave!

He has some things to deal with, not about Chaldea, not about Luna, just for himself.

He was going to live, to live until it was over, to live for a favor that could be returned in the future.

"Farewell, Lion of Britain—in the distant future, let us meet again... No, let us meet with swords."

A plan to destroy Britain...

Just start planning now and test it out in the London Singularity first.

Interlude: My God Is Here 1 ([-])

— in a dream

—"she" laughed happily

It is very right to kill evil and trample evil.

so happy

That's why I laughed

- ah ah.I don't have that feeling.

--even so.

That, maybe it's some hard-won "thing".

There was a time when I was still thinking about stupid things like this.

"Senior, good morning. Well, how is your body? Your complexion is a little bit bad?"

Looking at Fujimaru with a fairy face in front of him, as if he hadn't slept for days, Matthew also wondered if he had played too high at the Nero Festival.Even after returning to Chaldea, I still haven't recovered...

"No, it doesn't matter."

Fujimaru raised his head and glanced at Matthew, the words he wanted to say came to his mouth but he swallowed them back.

He himself doubted whether the memory in his previous sleep was real. The demon god named Barbatos invaded his dream, and warned him that the real dangerous enemy had not yet appeared.

Although the other party helped him escape from the dreamland of Orion and Luna, Fujimaru Tachika still maintained his opinion on the other party's position.

After all, after meeting him in France and Rome, he had become deeply wary of that fickle person.

"That's it. I've been fighting a lot lately, maybe I'm sick from overwork. It might be better to rest today. I can talk to the doctor."

"Woo~~~"

Just when Matthew looked at Fujimaru's seriously tired expression and was about to apply for a vacation for him, the little pure white monster also jumped on top of Fujimaru's head.

At least this young boy was more worthy of his closeness than anyone else in Chaldea.

"Ah, Fufu...can I trouble you to take care of Fusang too?"

"understood..."

"Then, please trouble you."

"Woo~~~"

Looking at the back of Matthew leaving, Fujimaru also touched Fufu's body in his hand. The touch of the pure white hair in his hand made people linger. If it wasn't for Fufu who would go to the toilet by herself, Fujimaru thought he would become a A full-time shit shovel officer.