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

"It's really a terrible rhetoric, but you got one thing wrong. It's a matter of course that Santa Claus appears on Christmas. And I also have the singularity that I said I needed! The lackey of the Magic King, just get out of the way !"

The golden pupils looked indifferently at the muscular tumbler in front of him, and Santa Claus looked at the other party with no intention of giving in, and even clenched his fists to force him step by step.

"Take it up! Take it! Thirteen Fangs—Rhongomyniad!"

Santa suddenly raised his spear, and the several dark red crystalline spikes on the twisted gun shattered instantly.This is not the treasure that Santa Claus should have!But it is indeed the treasure of the Storm King who has borrowed Santa Claus's foundation at this moment to be able to appear in the world!

The bleak magic turned into a storm that shattered everything!

The muscular man in the center of the storm was under the strong wind pressure, and his thigh was torn with several bloodstains, and he might be cut off in a moment, and he would fall to the ground and be dismembered by the storm.

"As expected of a strong enemy! But if you want to change this singularity, I will never agree!"

Peng——

The muscular thigh muscles push the two-meter-long muscle cannonball~

Like a kite in a storm, the fist-waving muscular tumbler borrowed the power of the storm and gradually approached Santa Claus!

"Take this blow—this singularity does not require the existence of a heroic spirit!"

The pair of huge iron fists gradually enlarged in front of Santa Claus, regardless of the storm at the top of the holy gun, let alone the fear of the swirling holy gun!

That muscular tumbler steps forward resolutely!

What a stubborn guy, while realizing that the other party will not back down.

The Storm King showed a smile, she likes this kind of stubborn guy, even as an enemy.

Will not admit defeat and will not back down, only relying on one's own strength is to challenge all the suffering in front of you.

The fist finally made contact with the holy spear——

The tower at the end of the world pulled up its own anchor and collided with the peak of the Son of Man!

In an instant, the flesh and blood were torn apart by the holy gun, and the bones were thrown away along with the blood.

The muscular roly-poly that waved its fist had its entire right arm destroyed in just one encounter!

This is of course~

After all, the other party is just a human being, and this is the Holy Spear, so the ending is already preordained.

"Where are you looking? Keep an eye on me—Heroic Spirit!!!"

"Varied--"

【how is this possible! 】

The muscular tumbler whose right arm was completely shattered, relied on its own torn flesh and blood to gain a slight gap in the gust of wind!And this gap is short and subtle~

Just let him take advantage of the opportunity to stretch out a hand!

But he jumped at the chance!

A pair of iron fists straddled the storm formed by the Holy Lance, and hit the Storm King hard in the face.

And the roaring holy spear gradually slowed down along with this blow, and the storm that was generated quietly dissipated.

"This is a battle! A battle where you have to sacrifice your life all the time, and distractions are too small for me! Cough~~~"

The muscular tumbler with countless bloodstains all over his body coughed up a mouthful of blood, but it was just a mouthful of blood.

He didn't care about the wound on his body at all, and he was about to grab the Storm King's neck with his hand——

"Step aside!!!"

But he was a step too slow after all, just like he succeeded in attacking the sled suddenly, under the premise of a strong confrontation.Although he won by one wind, he also lost by one point at the starting point.

The moment he was blown away by a pair of giant halberds, a crimson lightning bolt tore his body apart from afar.

He's just one person after all~

And the King of Storms who is named after Santa Claus on the opposite side is a king after all~

She has her own subordinates, even though one was recruited temporarily, and the other is a bastard she hates very much.

But at this moment, they are her men, they are a help to rescue, and they are the strength of the king.

"Too slow to come..."

The Storm King who fell on the ground spoke unhurriedly, unable to tell if he was angry or if he had feelings.

She picked up the holy spear that fell on the ground, and then looked at the black ash that was left behind after the crimson current washed away.

This unknown man died~

Although he stood on the side of the singularity as a human being, and interrupted the Noble Phantasm of the Storm King, this great achievement has to be considered excellent.

But... just that no one will know who the other party is.

"It seems that today's gift can't be photographed, but we have other guests."

The Storm King no longer cares about the black ash on the ground, even if it is a human being who is powerful enough to hurt him.

She had other things to attend to, and she had to deal with this singularity of London which she was trying to dissolve into Christmas.And she must also use the power of the Holy Spear, otherwise Chaldea would never know what terrifying strength she would have when she became a goddess.

"Elk, goblin, and other gifts?"

She didn't look at Mordred who was behind her with a serious expression, but there was a hint of longing under his eyes.

Although she wasn't that blue guy, she wouldn't give Mordred any good looks in essence.

"Father, Santa Claus, that gift fell in mid-air."

"Woooo-"

There was no emotion on that cold face, but when that face turned his head, Mordred felt the terror of death!And the elk (cow) on the side was trembling with white fur all over its body, and the blue thunder and lightning crackled.

"Get all the presents back for me, children's holidays are not allowed to mess around! Santa's plan can't go wrong~"

"Yes (Mou)!"

Seeing how the two left quickly, the Storm King also continued to look in the direction of the original black and gray.

She subconsciously wanted to take another look at that warrior~

It's just that she was disappointed, this time she didn't see the black ash on the ground, but there were drag marks on the thick snow beside it, and a sewer cover that wasn't covered in snow.

The guy who turned into ashes was taken away?Or did he turn into an immortal life form and escape?

The Storm King frowned slightly, thinking about how to destroy the opponent.

But before that, she still has another matter to deal with.

"Come out, my friend across the street."

She narrowed her eyes, and following her words, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared at the end of the street.

One is dark-skinned but wearing white and purple clothing, and the other is yellow-skinned and black-haired and wearing the uniform of Chaldea that she has long been concerned about.

It's the one she's been waiting for...

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Those drawn by the battle were without a doubt the only ones left in London.

London is simply too small for people to keep themselves safe.

Therefore, once there is any disturbance, everyone will gather at the scene immediately.

So the boy in the sewer was no exception. He brought Little Jack and rushed over looking for the source of the earthquake.

Originally, given that he had already been hunted down, he shouldn't have gone to the scene so desperately.

But because he was worried that the Demon God King had discovered his original intention, he could only bite the bullet and do some troublesome things.

For example, recycling the incinerated Maqili or something...

"It's really disgusting..." The black ash fell into the sewage of the sewer along with the mud and snow on the road.

All you get is a sticky sludge.

disgusting and annoying...

"However, since he is a descendant of the demon god, he will not die at this level."

If it is a world line that has not been activated by the human burning, Lord Chong will indeed die because of this kind of injury.But this is the world line of waste dogs where the Demon God Pillars came out in full force, and Barbatos was on his body.

Besides, if Ma Qili died here, who would be the Lord Chong who will help him in the future?

"Facing Santa Claus head-on, attracted everyone's attention. You are really amazing, partner of justice, no~ should I call you the correct partner?"

Looking at Heihui beside him who still had no trace of repair, the boy sighed helplessly.Sprinkle the red wine that Little Jack didn't finish on the black ash.

The wine with its own blood symbolizes the power of Barbatos, and it is equivalent to the secret medicine for full recovery for the Maqili family.Sure enough, after the boy sprinkled the red wine, the black ash on the ground started to squirm, and gradually began to transform into a human form...

"It's disgusting, like a monster." Little Jack said unhappily beside him, but to be honest, the puddle of mud wriggling in front of him reminded the boy of some bad things.

For example, Qin Chuandrich devoured the gods~

"Okay, that's about it..."

The boy shook his head, and he also heard some quarreling sounds from above.

Although he didn't know who had a conflict with Santa Claus, it was undoubtedly not something he wanted to think about.

Before Maqili returned to its original appearance, the boy led Little Jack to the other side of the sewer.

He had a hunch that someone else was also hiding in the sewer.

And still avoiding him and even avoiding other people...

Maybe it's the residents of the City of London, or maybe it's some of the guys who can't die yet.

Things are eternally developing, all things move, all things generate all things, and all things are living things.

Those who can't die, either have a major connection to the future, and the suppression force maintains this singularity so that it will not have to be edited later, so those people must be kept.

After all, not all the idiosyncratic ones are like the United States, controlled by more than 20 demon pillars, and even slaughtered all other countries except the United States.

Other singularities are not as crazy as that singularity, directly turning the whole world into a singularity.

And especially here in London, there is only a small city of London~

It is so small that even if all the human beings in this singularity die, it will not change the human history too much, and there will still be people who are suppressed by the suppression force...

According to the theory of determinism, the young man must believe that there is still some kind of restraining force in this ghost place that must be protected.