Two-dimensional Wanderer

Even as the king, he had to compromise at some point.

Unexpectedly, he who was bound by the throne during his lifetime will continue to be king under the control of the Holy Grail after his death.

Not only him, but even his comrades turned into undead spirits, trapped in this false space forever.

The inherent barrier is the embodiment of the soul, but this king's heart is not so narrow!

Alexander stood up, his waist was pierced by the steel sword, and blood gushed out, but he didn't realize it, instead he turned on his horse while laughing.

"Haha, this is the happiest defeat this king has ever fought! Boys, go ahead! The king is with you, never stop your steps!"

"My king! My king! My king!"

The army shouted again, stepping on the mud made of blood and soil, and rushed towards the peak ahead.

This is not a battle, but a sacrifice.

Sacrifice for freedom.

So even if I die, I have no regrets!

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Chapter 66 Goodbye Friends

The corpses piled up into mountains, and the blood pooled into rivers.

The yellow sand that filled the sky condensed into blood-colored lumps, which were then crushed by the iron hooves of the horses.

The shield of the shield guard was cut off by the light of the sword, and the cavalry of Wang companions could only run to hell under the fierce sword aura.

The figure with fluttering long hair became more and more brave under the blessing of skills, and no one was her enemy of unity.

It's more of a slaughter than a fight.

But the king flag is still there, so we can't back down!

"My comrades, please go first! Don't worry, I will catch up with you soon, and the king will never abandon the people!" Seeing his former partners being killed one by one, the Conqueror King was extremely saddened.

"Why don't you stop?" Yingluo stood on top of the corpse mountain covered in blood and shouted, "It's enough, the power is enough now!"

The battle has been going on until now, it is no longer a physical contest, but a spiritual one.

One side is the army of the king who knows he will die, but cannot retreat.

One side is a peerless swordsman who fights alone and kills softly.

This battle is as illusory and meaningless as the inherent enchantment, and the two sides, who are also Heroic Spirits, cannot completely kill each other.

Even if the body is destroyed, it will be reborn again under the rules of the Holy Grail.

No family, no relatives, no motherland, the king's army will always be fixed on the road of expedition.

And... it never ends!

It is like a taxidermied butterfly, although it maintains the most beautiful appearance in its life, it is just a meaningless empty shell.

When death becomes a luxury, immortality is a curse.

"Enough strength?" The King of Conqueror shook his head: "Maybe you can open Avalon's enchantment, but isn't that what your goal is?"

With a wave of Ying Luo's arm, countless amputated limbs and stumps flew into the air, her face covered with warm blood and internal organs.

Even the noblest people have the same stench as their internal organs, which may be the inherent ugliness of human beings.

But this smell has been accustomed to, and beheading the body has become a mechanical action.

Yingluo did not begrudge human life, but this was the first time she had committed such an unrestricted killing.

How many were killed?How long did it take to kill?

I can't remember at all!

The enemies are constantly coming, and it seems to be endless.

From the excitement at the beginning, to the numbness later.Now, the numbness is gradually turning into fear.

Fear of yourself!

If it goes on like this, I will no longer be able to tell the difference between people and livestock, and I will be completely addicted to killing!

The feeling of wanton destroying life is so invigorating, even surpassing the most primitive pleasure of human beings, as if the whole soul is trembling in bliss!

She suddenly understood why so many swordsmen fell into Shura at the end of the curtain, because killing is the only criterion for measuring a swordsman's worth.

stop, stop!

I don't want to become a demon who only knows how to kill!

On the physical battlefield, Yingluo is unstoppable, but on the spiritual battlefield, she is unstoppable.

Until I heard the question of the conquering king.

my goal?

Yes, I learned the trick to kill, but not for the sake of killing.

I want to live, live freely, protect what I want to protect and destroy what I want to destroy.

It's that simple!

"The Holy Grail, the Holy Grail!" Yingluo shouted loudly, "I want to break the chains of the Holy Grail and break the shackles of the Throne of Heroes!"

"Hahaha, yes, my former ally, this is your goal!" The King of Conqueror laughed loudly: "The soldiers in front of me are just sacrifices for this goal! Kill, kill! I It doesn't matter if I use up all my magic power, even if I disappear completely in this world, just to send you to the final peak!"

Countless soldiers emerged from all around, and the person who had just been killed was resurrected again, and then rushed into the blender of blood and flesh without hesitation.

The endless cycle of death and rebirth seems to be stuck in the gap between life and death!

And this is the fate of heroic spirits!

The last soldier's spear was cut off, and the steel sword accurately pierced his heart.

With the knife drawn, warm blood splashed on Yingluo's face, and then slowly flowed down like tears.

"They are all your comrades, right? Is it really worth it to let them die again and again?"

Yingluo and the King of Conquerors stood face to face.

"I don't know." The King of Conqueror picked up his battle flag from the ground and gently caressed: "But since I brought these guys out, I naturally have to send them back. They died in a foreign land before they died, and they can't return to their hometown after death. If so, would that be too pitiful?"

Yingluo sighed softly: "But even I don't know if I can respond to your expectations."

"Hey, it's not like that arrogant Berserker when you talk about frustration, you can't let my subordinates die in vain, right?" The King of Conqueror smiled and put his hands on Yingluo's shoulders: "However, I'm really sorry, let me A little girl like you bears such a heavy burden, we men are really ugly."

"So, please forgive us!"

It was obviously the one who was killed, but he had to apologize to the murderer.

Yingluo lowered his head: "Really, you guys are really hard to beat!"

"Haha, men always have to be cheeky to please women."

"If you say it again, woman, I'll beat you up!"

"Okay, okay." The King of Conqueror scratched his head: "Then how should I call you, Berserker? Berserker? Or an ally... But I seem to have broken the covenant just now."

"Just call me by my name." Yingluo grabbed the King of Conqueror's hand and held each other tightly.His hands were full of blood, seeping out from between his fingers under the pressure.

The King of Conqueror said in surprise: "You are..."

"Although the alliance is broken, that kind of thing is not worth it." Yingluo said seriously: "Under the testimony of these blood, shouldn't we be friends?"

"Friend..." The King of Conqueror didn't go too far: "It's really a long-lost word. Trying to become friends with the king, you are really daring."

"So, what's the answer?"

The King of Conqueror opened his mouth wide and said with a smile, "Do you need to say anything else? My friend!"

The two looked at each other and released their hands.

The King of Conqueror seemed a little tired. He sat down on the ground and asked, "So, is the strength enough?"

"I don't know!" Yingluo replied, "But don't worry, if it's not enough, I'll make up for it with my efforts!"

"Haha, that's not bad! But my army has been resurrected three times, exhausting all the magic power I have in reserve, and it's probably inseparable, right?"

Yingluo nodded, but did not answer. Instead, he asked, "So in the end, do you have anything else to say?"

"Well..." The King of Conqueror pondered for a while, but finally said with a smile: "I want to say too much, but I don't know what to say. That guy Weber is quite worrying, but he is essentially a good one. My child, I will definitely become a great person in the future. And my country has long since perished, and it seems that there is nothing to worry about. So I thought about it, and there is probably only one sentence left. "

"what?"

The King of Conqueror showed his thumb, then turned it down and said fiercely: "I saw the Holy Grail, slash it a few times for me!"

Yingluo shook his head with a wry smile: "I expect you to say some serious words, is my brain really broken?"

The King of Conqueror smiled, then puffed up his chest: "Come on!"

"kindness!"

The steel sword is aimed at the heart.

"Before I leave, let me see your power!"

Yingluo didn't speak, but the blood on the ground suddenly glowed red, as if a red veil was covering the entire inherent enchantment.

Then there was a flash of red light, all pouring into Ying Luo's body.

From the ground standing under her feet, cracks appeared in the space like glass, and the entire inherent enchantment began to vibrate violently.

"Has the strength exceeded the carrying range of the inherent enchantment?" The King of Conqueror said with relief: "Very good, great!"

He held Yingluo's hand again: "Come on, let's do it! In order for the Holy Grail to appear, my death is necessary!"

I don't know who is exerting force, Gang Liejian easily pierced through the body, bringing out Da Peng's blood.

The King of Conqueror wrapped his battle flag around Yingluo, his smile turned into a spot of light.

The two, who had just become friends, immediately ushered in their parting.

"Go all the way, my friend!"

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Chapter 67 Fire Produces Spirit God

The inherent barrier collapsed.