[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Weber's eyes stared.

who I am?where am i?what happened?

Let him reason.

First of all, Gilgamesh approached Iori with a hateful expression of "this king will give you this honor". History has proved that Iori doesn't like this. When Waver thought they were about to fight—

kissed.

What The Fuck!

I have to say, this is a very eye-catching picture.

Gilgamesh in casual clothes looks much more friendly than when he is wearing armor. His brilliant blond hair hangs down obediently, which seems to be very soft. From the angle of Weber, the profiles of the two people can be seen. So fair and delicate, flawless.

In a way, they are a good match.

For example, on other people's chariots, they started stuffing sauces like no one else was there!

Wei Bo whispered weakly, "Rider..."

Rider turned his back to the two of them in a gentlemanly manner, seeing that his little Master was blushing, so he turned him around as well, and said with a smile, "Let them replenish the magic."

"..."

Wei Bo, who just remembered that he could still replenish his magic like this, was stunned.

It can't be his fault.

Rider's appearance and figure make people completely unable to think of that aspect, okay!

"Ugh."

Weber heaved a long sigh, trying to focus on the fighting Ruler and Saber, but it was useless.Obviously the two Servants who were fighting made more noise, but he still couldn't help catching the movement behind him with his ears pricked up, blushing and beating heartbeat at the vague sound of water.

Webber Velvet, the time has come for the Association of Magic to test you!

Take a deep breath and calm down.

On the chariot, no one knew about his entanglement.

Whether it is a king or a god, they are all self-centered creatures. They all have the character of arrogance, but it's just a little bit.For example, Jin Glitter thinks that there is no need to cover up his behavior of rewarding someone, and anyone who can witness the majesty of the king should feel lucky for three lives.

As the "someone" who was rewarded, Elan never had the concept of avoiding others.Of course, in his cognition, it's just that he is caressing a big cat that invites pets with rare kindness.

Lips and teeth intertwined.

The God of Darkness let go of the gate of magic power, allowing it to flow through with blood, anyway, to him, it was nothing more than an insignificant point.

Elan's fingers had already let go of Gilgamesh's collar, and instead inserted into his blond hair, caressing his scalp, while the other hand wrapped his arms around the slender waist, pulling him closer.

The king, accustomed to pleasure, was not to be outdone.

The long legs wrapped in slacks separated the teenager's legs, one kneeled in the middle, the hard knee rubbed against a certain part of the man, one hand rested on the velvety black hair, the other Then he skillfully unbuttoned the boy's coat.

Experienced without a doubt.

Compared with the king who wants to bloom in many ways, the god who is much simpler than him in this respect adopts the method of specializing in one place.

As long as the chest is close enough, Gilgamesh's hands will have no place to rest; as long as he is immersed in lust, he will have no intention to do those unnecessary things.

Scratching lightly with fingers on the sensitive waist, Elan focused on kissing, brushed the king's palate with his dexterous tongue, sucked gently and roughly on the mucous membrane, and bit the thin lips that had been visited twice.

The sound of water brought by saliva is so clear.

The aggressive tongue mischievously sucks out the same kind, and licks and bites the side of the other party when it is exposed to the air. The picture looks full of lust.

Gasps sounded in the intertwined gaps.

Instilled with magic power, Gilgamesh endured more pleasure and was gradually at a disadvantage—the existence of a Servant is too thirsty for magic power, just like a person who has long been addicted to poppies.

Weber's ears were red.

Why isn't it over yet, don't you all breathe!

ended.

Perhaps a pause would be more appropriate.

When the two separated, their breathing was no longer even, with thin panting, and the place to retreat was also very limited.

Gilgamesh looked at the boy who was close at hand.

A few strands of black hair ran in front of him, thicker and purer than the gradually falling night, and the depths of his pupils seemed to be disturbed lake water, no longer so plain and waveless.

A small part of the white chest was exposed, and the lines of the texture spoke of strength. The lazy and calm look reminded him of snakes.

Snakes and gods are both things he hates.

now……

Still nasty.

He moved closer again, his lips were almost touching, and the King of Heroes' voice was hoarse, "We... do?"

Elan supported the shiny golden face with one hand, pushed him away, and said in a drawn-out voice: "——Replenish the magic?"

Among the several methods of mana replenishment, semen has the best effect. At the same time, it means that those with sufficient mana pour semen into the body of those who lack mana...

That is, the king is next.

Of course Gilgamesh didn't want to.

For the king who is chasing pleasure, the simple body position is not so worthy of attention, but he is unwilling to give up the dominance of love that is often associated with it.

Especially when the other party is also male.

"Tsk."

Gilgamesh sat up straight in displeasure.

Elan sat still, as if completely unaffected by what happened just now, "Is it enough for you to release the treasure?"

The dark pupils were calm and unwavering.

The King of Heroes snorted heavily, and at the same time he stood up, he had already put on the concept armor. The cold armor and bristling blond hair made him look unreasonable, "Rider."

The golden heroic spirit said to the red-haired giant: "We have an agreement at the banquet."

Rider's eyes lingered on Archer's extraordinarily red lips for half a second, showing a capable smile, "Of course! Whether it's your wine or your treasure, I want it all! This is the plunder of the King of Conquerors!"

Iskandar drew the sword from his waist.

"Gather, my compatriots! Tonight, our bravery will leave the strongest legend behind!"

The wind of hot sand answered the king's call, blowing away the damp moisture in the forest.

The endless sky and yellow sand replaced this world and came from the other side of time and space.There seems to be a distant and heroic music resounding in the wind, extolling the ancient legends that never fade.

Iskandar stood tall on the chariot, his scarlet cloak flapping.

"How come..." Finally couldn't help being surprised, the short Master exclaimed in disbelief, "This is an inherent barrier! Only Caster can make it!"

The sun scorching the earth, the clear sky, and the horizon blurred by sand and gravel.There is no obstruction anywhere in the field of vision.

Elan imprinted this scene in his eyes full of curiosity, and said puzzled: "The elf forest I made in the banquet is also an inherent enchantment."

Weber: "..."

After a long while, the magician who was reading the Clock Tower, whose experience is not extensive, retorted confidently, "But you are a god, it's different... isn't it?"

"Of course it's not my fault."

Iskandar denied it with a proud smile.

Behind him, the figures of well-armored soldiers appeared here and there, from few to many, until they were so dense that they could no longer be counted.

This is……

The army led by the King of Conquerors that Waver had seen in a dream.

"The world can be reproduced because it is imprinted on each of our hearts."

"The body dies, but my warriors still gather around me, and they answer my call through time and space-behold, my peerless army!"

Filled with pride and pride, the King of Conquerors stood in front of the cavalry and raised his arms and shouted, "This is my treasure! Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, has the strongest Noble Phantasm—'Army of the King'!"

"Wow!"

The soldiers raised their weapons, echoing the king's courage.

Weber was speechless in a daze.

How is it possible... these... are all Servants...

Overcome the battle of life and death?

Suddenly, an unimaginable delusion arose in his heart, a delusion that would never have existed before today, a delusion that could be ridiculed thousands of times by narrow-minded people.

Hope to become a Heroic Spirit after death.

Then, become a subject of the conquering king, become a member of this army, and become the "treasure" in the mouth of my king—anytime, answer the call and fight under the king's command!

A tiny flame ignited in those eyes that were always full of fear.

"Oh?"

The Dark God let out a slight exclamation sound, and looked at the humans beside him.The soul has changed.

If the previous Weber was just one of the countless ordinary people, then now he has the possibility to become the best among human beings.

The corners of the god's lips hooked slightly.

So, he likes humans the most.

Forgive you, Rider.

Incorporating the weak Master into the inherent enchantment that will become the battlefield, wanting him to witness his own glory, and with the intention of finding a protector for him, including the boy.

Elan is watching the fire.

As Ruler's Master, Elan was supposed to stay outside the barrier and watch the war of his own Servants.Although he was indeed more interested in Rider and Archer, he didn't like a situation where he couldn't choose.

However, it is worthwhile to see Weber's changes.

Should I say reborn from the ashes?

It's like a sea of ​​smoke.Imposing.

The expression on Gilgamesh's face seemed to be admiration or sigh, showing no fear at all, just standing upright on the spot, facing Iskandar.

There was only one person, but it was like a precipitous mountain reaching straight into the sky, and the sense of coercion was no less than that of an army composed entirely of Servants, even more so.

Iskandar raised his sword——

"The enemy is the King of Heroes who should never be defeated—as an opponent, he has no complaints! Warriors, let's show our dominance to the original heroic spirits!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Outcry.Thousands of troops and horses galloped forward.

His red eyes were stained with joy, and he came to the world these days, the King of Heroes has finally found an "opponent" worthy of recognition and worthy of displaying the strongest Noble Phantasm.

That god doesn't count.