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Shinjuku.

Flying white like practice, sword light like rainbow, opening and closing are intertwined into an impenetrable net, every inch of space is depriving people of five senses, and the fine and dense wind ruthlessly blows everything that passes by.

The King of Heroes stood on top of the billboard, staring coldly at the man diagonally below.He tilted his head, dodged the flying lamp post, and said impatiently: "Are you a mad dog? This king can't imagine anything."

Golden ripples appeared behind him, the gate of Wangcai opened, and endless swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes and axes flew out, each of which was equivalent to a low-level treasure.

"Ding ding ding ding-"

The man who was chasing after him did not respond to his taunt at all, only more and more dense sharpness responded to Gilgamesh, the sword light and the low-level treasures collided violently like two torrents, the gorgeous golden river surged, splashing The magic causes the ceilings on nearby floors to be silently annihilated.

"This familiar breath of the soul..." the man muttered to himself.The wind blew his blond hair, revealing his handsome face, his blue eyes were mixed with confusion and frenzy, and even his face was slightly ferocious.

Gilgamesh waved EA and kicked the man away, "Bastard, bring your brain and come talk to me again!"

There was a flash of light on the silver-gray armor, and the paladin stopped his backward flying trajectory. He stepped heavily on the eaves, turned around and rushed back, with two cold lights under his brows.

"where is she?!"

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Who is Roland?

If the Charlemagne Twelve is funny here—for example, Charlemagne or Astolfo, they can all tell at a glance that this blond-haired, blue-eyed man is their chief knight.

That is to say, the legendary hero who held the holy sword Durandal, rode the steed Verandif, was brave and good at fighting, and was the first to be revered as a paladin.

Not only is he superb in martial arts, but he also possesses impeccable virtues.Some people say that he reflects the chivalry of medieval France and even the whole of Europe.Therefore, when he died, a hundred thousand French people fainted and fell down, weeping for him.

……

In a word, if this man enters the card pool, he must be an ssr, or a noble five-star male sword. (?)

But now there are only a group of modern people sitting around the TV, and the heroic spirit who doesn't know the golden retriever.

Lu Mingfei stared at the screen for a while, and said with certainty, "That's right, it's Roland."

"Who is that?"

Nuonuo raised her eyebrows: "Wen Shuo's half guardian, her brother." Roland, their good friend who often sneaks into Kassel.

There seemed to be a sound of gasping for air.

Cu Chulainn suddenly said: "I remembered, the Babylonian temptress once changed his appearance." It was in Europe, and he still remembered that he was a handsome man like a sun god, with the appearance of Apollo with short hair.

Wen Shuo felt parched and frightened, she threw away the milk carton, and realized that the restlessness and boredom could not be resolved by drinking water.

She recovered from the petrification, blinked, and spoke slowly: "When did Roland have such a cool armor?"

Chu Zihang asserted calmly: "The standard of this set of armor is from the Middle Ages."

"It's not like I haven't seen his sword before, why is it shining?"

Artoria said firmly, "It's the holy sword Durandar, which exudes the same brilliance as my sword and Siegfried's Balmonk, and it cannot be mistaken."

Siegfried nodded in agreement.

"..."

Nuonuo stroked Wen Shuo's dog's head compassionately.

Lu Mingfei carefully observed Wen Shuo's expressionless face: "...In other words, until you joined the Chaldean organization to save the world, you didn't think there was anything special about Roland."

Can there be any peculiar place?Eat and sleep, sleep with girls, take a walk after work and work, don't smoke or drink, go to the hall and go to the kitchen... Except sometimes a little bit, other times I live a very human-like life.

It's just that his job may be quite special - Roland occasionally takes on some private work as a mercenary to make money to support his family.

But compared to Kassel Academy teaching people how to slay dragons every day, mercenaries are really normal.

Wen Shuo exhaled lightly, got up suddenly, opened the window, and the moon was shining brightly outside the window.

As soon as she raised her legs, she disappeared out of the window at a speed too fast for people to react.

What the hell!

"Fuck! Robin seems to have jumped too!"

This is the tenth floor!

"Fucking senior sister, don't be impulsive!" Lu Mingfei hugged Nuonuo's waist tightly, "Junior sister...she can fly!"

Chu Zihang, who had already straddled the window with one leg, also saw that a blue flying skateboard spun in the air and jumped out like lightning.

Chu Zihang maintained his usual calm and self-sufficient expression, and retracted his legs and most of his body hanging outside.He turned his head and said to Nuonuo: "Sister, the outer wall of this hotel is too slippery for climbing and walking, let's take the stairs."

"..."

Red A retracted the preface, Chu Zihang himself is not a reassuring guy.What the hell are Wen Shuo and his school teaching all day long!

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Shinjuku.

The sky is shining with golden light, and the ground is also in chaos.

In half of the ruins, a beautiful girl with blond hair and red eyes bit her fingernails and dragged her skirt out from under the locomotive with one hand.She bent down and took off the small high heels with broken shoelaces, and threw them on the abandoned eDonkey.

Sakata Kintoki stretched out his arms towards her, "Come on, I'll carry you into the car, bare feet are easy to hurt!"

The blond girl was put on the back seat of the motorcycle calmly, "It's really... Jin Shi is really a gentleman." She crossed her white and tender legs, tucked up her dress, and complained in her heart about Ishtar's unreliable spectrum guy.

"It's really unexpected to switch suddenly at night... Ah, but it's a surprise!" Jin Shi drove the "Bear" away from the crumbling building, and he looked up at the sky that was as bright as day .

"Hey, Ellie, are you acquainted with that golden man? Can you stop him, for example... release your gazelle, and rush over like a great wildebeest migration to disrupt their rhythm..."

"Stupid Jinshi! How could I have a group of gazelles!" Ai Lei curled her lips, "Ugh... I want to stop them too. Although it's not my underworld and I don't control it, but if this continues, it will definitely cause a large area Casualties, right?"

Those two people were fighting like gods, and it was completely beyond the scope of heroic spirits fighting.

Although Ai Lei tried to stop it while gloating at the beginning—yes, generally speaking, it was Gilgamesh’s fault for fighting with others, Ai Lei firmly believed, but the rhythm of the two of them she Can't get in at all.

And later she also discovered that it should be another person who controls the rhythm of the main attack, right?

"That man is crazy." Sakata Kintoki said firmly. "This situation has to be reported to the bosses as soon as possible."

Jin Shi was planning to launch a "Night Wolf Death Nine·Golden Sprint", and unexpectedly knocked one of them into the air.

All right, one-two-

All of a sudden, Elena pulled Larkin's leather jacket, "Well, I seem to have seen the master."

Ok?

Three—Kintoki Sakata let go of the accelerator, took off his sunglasses and looked up into the sky.

A crimson cannonball flashed before Jin Shi and Ai Lei's eyes, engulfed in the wind pressure, to draw a clear boundary between the two heroic spirits on the battlefield.

"boom!"

Luckily the shell missed a working high-rise building, just pierced a billboard and shattered it.And followed by a blue flying skateboard, the speed of that skateboard was not much slower than the cannonball, as if an off-string arrow hit the heroic spirit.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed man didn't respond to this. He never moved a step away, and even the holy sword in his hand dimmed.

He stretched out his arms subconsciously, as if he wanted to hug something, and the crash came immediately.

The goddess of the underworld squinted at Gilgamesh, who was standing with folded arms at the other end. "I don't know why, but Gilgamesh's expression seems to be even more upset, hum, hum..."

"Ai Lei, stop laughing, your malicious laughter has already attracted the attention of customers in the custom shop..."

---

"Have you calmed down?"

Someone asked.

The young man lay on his back on the roof, slowly returning to his senses.He heard someone calling him.

The voice seems to be thousands of miles away, but also seems to be close at hand, as if it has been lost in a distant time and space, but it quietly surfaced in the ear like a mirror.

"It hurts." The young man murmured.He didn't really feel any pain at all, but he just blurted it out.

"It seems to be calm." The man said so, pinching his face with his paws, "Hey, Roland, you idiot, wake up."

There seemed to be very few people who would call him an idiot, and she hadn't called him an idiot for a long time.

Roland sighed inwardly, his eyes finally functioned normally, and his field of vision became clear, reflecting the purest appearance of the night sky.

Wen Shuo suppressed him desperately, with his knee on his stomach, shaking his neck with one hand, and pinching his face with the other.

Roland found himself subconsciously holding his little girl.

"You're murdering me." He pretended to cough a few times.

He was still holding the person with one hand, and sat up on the ground with the other hand.Because of this, Wen Shuo faced him face to face, she let go of the hand pinching the young man's cheek, and let out a breath.

"If you're not sober, I might actually murder you."

Roland laughed loudly, and the armor on his body disappeared in the blink of an eye, turning into an ordinary long trench coat.He stood up directly from the ground in an anti-human posture, holding her armpits with both hands under Wen Shuo's astonished eyes, and lifted her up.

Just like when she was a little girl.

Wen Shuo: "..."

This is the rooftop of an inconspicuous building somewhere, just a dusty corner in the colorful Tokyo.The roof was empty, except for some building materials piled up in the corners. In the center of the roof, a man was circling around with his lost and recovered treasure.

"Are you a fool?" Wen Shuo complained unceremoniously.

She reached out and grabbed a strand of Roland's dull hair that was blowing in the wind, "Stop it, I'm dizzy."

Hearing this, Roland stopped spinning in circles. He carefully put Wen Shuo back on the ground, and wiped away the trace of dust on Wen Shuo's face, "Well, I won't spin anymore."

"You seem to have gained a little weight."

Wen Shuo felt that Roland looked at him like an African chief who hadn't shipped in three years was looking at the thousand Saint Quartz that Da Vinci kindly gave.

She stood in front of Roland on tiptoe, confirmed that the confusion and madness in this guy's eyes were indeed gone, and finally she was completely relieved, "Nonsense, how can there be no reason not to gain weight after eating for a few more years?"

Her gaze fell on the faint blue color under the young man's eyes, and she pursed her lips.

As if thinking of some interesting memory, Wen Shuo suddenly chuckled twice, "It's a good thing you didn't run naked when you went crazy." Then his face fell down, "Even if you didn't run naked, it still caused a terrible loss. Ahh... I can't afford to sell you."

Howling twice, she picked up the blue skateboard on the ground, "Let's go, I still have a lot to ask you, and I think you are the same."

Although they tacitly avoided a crucial problem, that didn't mean the problem didn't exist.

"Well. I have a lot to say." Roland couldn't take his eyes off, and gently stroked Wen Shuo's hair. "An hour ago, I thought I would never have a chance. But God still favors me, Erika said." Yes, I will find you eventually."

Wen Shuo was stunned for a moment, and immediately held his face in his hands, with frightened eyes, "Are you still going crazy?"

The young man held her hand, "I'm awake." His gaze was unprecedentedly gentle, with tiny waves, like the sparkling Aegean Sea under a sunny day.

Wen Shuo opened his mouth, his expression became more serious, "But Erika is dead."

Her friend Uesugi Erika, the little princess of the underworld died in 11 years.The body of that innocent girl is still well preserved in the red well, as if it was just a long sleep, one day she will open her eyes, no longer as the white king container but as 'Erikai' herself again.

Of course Wen Shuo remembered this.

She still remembers that after that, Yuan Zhisheng was disheartened, resolutely abandoned the position of the head of the Saki Hachi family, and left Japan.The big boy lost his brother and sister, lost his father, lost everything he should have had.

So Yuan Zhisheng left.Maybe he went to France to sell sunscreen on a nudist beach, maybe he lived in seclusion and opened a ramen restaurant in an unnamed town. In short, no one knew his whereabouts except during the holidays.

So Wen Shuo had too many old friends that he couldn't meet in Tokyo.Regardless of whether they are dead or alive, they all take a curtain call from this stage full of ukiyo-e style, and leave this place full of life and death.

Among the high-level members of the Snaki Ba Family, only the head of the Sakurai family is left, so the escape journey for her and her brothers and sisters will be so full of hardships.

Wen Shuo secretly thought something was wrong, "I'm going to take you to see a doctor, you must have been brain-dead by Gilgamesh."

Roland pulled the corners of his lips, showing a faint smile, with deep eyes, "What silly things are you talking about, isn't Erika still alive and well?"

"Since you are still alive, why can't Erika be alive?"

Wen Shuo was hugged into a warm embrace, and the chest that had not been blocked by the armor radiated heat, like the warm sun on a winter morning.

The long-lost embrace is very warm, but Wen Shuo's heart is constantly bubbling with chills.

Either Roland was stupid, or something was wrong.

As if knowing what she was thinking, a low male voice came from above her head: "Don't be afraid." A hand gently wrapped the back of her head, and the man lowered his head to her forehead, "As long as you are real , to me this world is real. I don’t care so much whether Dayuan and Erika are real.”

The girl in his arms scolded him: "You are crazy." After hesitating for a while, she said: "I heard your heartbeat, and you are alive... right?"

"nature."

He tilted his head slightly, and he could just see the shadow of the Tokyo Sky Tree in the distance from the corner of his eye.Half radiant, half submerged in the night, this beautiful building that Tokyo is proud of stands tall and graceful, like a enchanting manjusawa, separating life from death.

The author has something to say: After reading the prologue of the Japanese server 2.3, I am so excited to update it!

The national service will soon open a new chapter, I wish you all Europe!