[Comprehensive Quick Pass] Reverse the ending

With two guns, he opened his lips and spat out the words that would make him regret his whole life: "Kill."

His consciousness was very vague, and he only relied on the instinct in his heart to drive his actions. When he woke up again, he could only see the spear point piercing the heart of the lord.Throwing down the gun, he took two steps back and knelt down, covering his eyes.He couldn't believe that he had just killed the king.

"Bastard... what did you do to me?" He could only murmur, staring at the blood-stained cock on the ground in disbelief.

Looking at such a delicious look, Angola can't wait to blacken this soul.For the first time so eagerly began to tear the camouflage.

At the end of a dark, muddy road, there is a blond king fastened to the wall with chains.

Finally understanding what the emptiness in his heart meant just now, Diarmuid's eyes focused on the bright red Command Seal on the back of Gilgamesh's left hand.That period, the missing memory.

"Kill him... just fine."

Diarmuid panted heavily, and couldn't believe that the words just came out of his own mouth.Covering his mouth, he didn't understand what happened: "Impossible, get out of here..." I felt strange things hovering on the skin of my face, which was a little rough.

what is that?The knight's hands were trembling slightly, his mind was full of replays of death after death, and the pain of being abandoned by the lord spread throughout his body.Who can help me?Staggering two steps, looking up is still a familiar figure, lost the usual arrogance, imprisoned at the end of the road, at the mercy of others.

Angora really turned into a human form. The man in red, covered in bandages and spells, stood beside the knight, maliciously showing an exaggerated smile, and snapped his fingers lightly, as if the time that had been stagnated began to flow again.

Gilgamesh moved slightly, but couldn't move. The scarlet eyes of the beast looked towards Diarmuid, with a suffocating rage: "Angra Mainyu!"

Seeing the absurd superiority of this prisoner, Angola wanted to laugh, so he really laughed out loud, turned to Diarmuid and said, "See? This is your current master, Diarmuid." Seeing that person trembling all over, knowing that half of the goal had been achieved, he couldn't help laughing even more joyfully.

The shadow gradually took shape in his hands, and the double guns wrapped in black lines floated quietly in front of the knight again, exuding a sinful invitation, Angola's voice became more and more seductive: "Want revenge? Join me and kill him ——Do you want to act recklessly and freely for the rest of your life? Give up your ridiculous chivalry, and just follow your inner desire—kill your former lord.”

Diarmuid seemed to be bewitched, feeling the familiar weight in his hands ignorantly, habitually pulled out a beautiful spear flower, and stabbed the king's throat fiercely.

The seemingly short black road ended in just two steps. Angola's face was full of fake smiles, and she felt satisfied watching this wonderful play.It is not in vain to waste my time in bowing my knees to the hated Oldest King.

In the end, the captive domestic dog bit off the owner's throat.

Blood slid down.

The black mud rolled, vying for that bit of red that melted into the filth.

The blond king opened and closed his lips, and whispered something in the knight's ear.

The black mud swallowed everything.

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In this world, Diarmuid struggled to wake up in horror, and saw the limp body of the blond king. He wanted to reach out to catch it, but Mo Lan swung it away vigorously.

Everyone looked at him with deep guard and disgust.

wrath and funeral

When Diarmuid lowered his head and saw himself in the reflection of the crystal stairs, his eyes showed the same disgust as others.

It's more shocking and overwhelmed.

The healthy bronze skin has turned into a darker iron gray, black lines are all over the close-fitting armor, and the red and yellow guns are surrounded by ominous black mist.Even if the faint reflection cannot be seen clearly, Diarmuid can imagine how lifeless his eyes are.

I don't know what to do at all, killing the king and devouring the lord, being infected by black mud, is this the essence of oneself?So there is nothing to insist on, it is all just my own stupid self-deception.

It's long overdue to do this, long ago to kill those who try to order themselves——

The hands couldn't be clenched any tighter, and the bumpy pattern on the handle of the gun was imprinted into the palm of the hand, excruciating pain, but Diarmuid didn't seem to notice it.The soft temptation lingered in my ears, and the black shadow murmured: "Kill and destroy, everything in front of you is an enemy."

Yes, they are all enemies.So even if you can't control your killing intent, it doesn't matter.Just attack - will help you no matter what you have to do.See clearly, who is the person standing on your side at this time.It's not your lord, it's me.

It is the evil of this world.

Angola Mainyu said so.The filthy magic force squeezed out the magic circuit between Gilgamesh and Diarmuid without any effort.Maliciously invading the brain, Diarmuid raised his two guns, Jin Tong lost focus, scanned the few people in front of him, and finally fixed on the young man in Mo Lan's arms.

The tip of the spear was lifted upwards, pointing at the heroic spirit in red from the future, and he blurted out in a casual tone that was unimaginable when he was a knight: "Hey, hand over that guy, I will let you die quickly!"

He didn't measure whether he could match against the opponent's inherent enchantment at all, as if blinded by a berserk spell, he waved his two guns blindly, and didn't even have the mood to pull back the usual gun flower, restlessly rushed forward.

Such eagerness may also be due to Angora chattering in his ears. Diarmuid clicked his tongue impatiently, and the red gun swept across.

The magic power of the evil attribute blocked all the projected treasures, without hurting the knight himself at all.I have to say that even though he likes nonsense and has some nasty little hobbies, Angora Mainu is really not very ambiguous about this kind of matter.

Mo Lan overestimated the physical fitness of the Heroic Guard, whose indicators were extremely low, and burdened another person's weight, making it even more difficult to avoid Diarmuid's fiercer attacks.Even a little embarrassed.

The white broken hair fell to the ground and was quickly buried by the hot gravel, but his disadvantage was not ignored by the few onlookers.

"What?" Although Weber is no longer the bluffing boy of the past, he couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, tried his best to keep calm, and said his judgment: "All the values ​​have improved, and the strength is no longer comparable to before. Already!"

With the support of the terrifying and huge magic power of the Holy Grail, it is not surprising that the spearman has changed like this.The spearman's agility had already approached EX infinitely. After taking another look, Weber concentrated on propping up the magic barrier to help Rider block the black mist that was about to move.

Rider's king's army was completely wiped out just now, and he drove the Shenwei wheel to block the black mud, so he couldn't help Mo Lan at all.

When the red gun narrowly brushed against the corner of the robe again, Mo Lan just tried to take out the scepter from the space to end the battle, and was dazed for a moment, but the keen spearman took advantage of it.

The rather exaggerated golden gem-studded staff [Ainz Ooal Gown's Staff] replaced the short black blade in his right palm, but before he could even swing it, his wrist was grabbed and he couldn't move.

In battle, there is only one person who can make himself so defenseless.

Mo Lan ignored Diarmuid, who was close at hand, and her first reaction was to look down.

The golden hair swept across the crook of Mo Lan's arms, the young man propped up his body with one hand, his misty red eyes gradually cleared up, and he glanced at Huang Qiangwei who was standing in front of him indifferently, and after a while, he gradually became sharper, as if he realized that something had just happened What.

"It's just a bastard, isn't it amazing?" Xiu Yi raised his chin contemptuously, not knowing whether he was speaking to Diarmuid or ridiculing Angora Mainyu through him.

Shocked by Gilgamesh's waking up, the knight, who was barely able to stab the spear again in front of his eyes that knew everything, came back to his senses, and his eyes were even more hostile.

Completely ignoring Gilgamesh's intention to grab Mo Lan's hand.

Those who try to enslave themselves, those who try to trample on their pride, and those who want to play themselves in applause, deserve to die!The golden eyes narrowed slightly, but he was not in a hurry to kill the person in front of him.

Two golden ripples unfolded in front of him.The black spearmen stood on guard and took a step back.He still remembered the horror of the Gilgamesh Noble Phantasm, and he didn't want to hit the gun at all.

But with only two treasures, you want to defeat yourself?Smiling ironically, Diarmuid raised his two guns when he saw the King of Heroes' blond hair wet with sweat because he lacked magic power and forcibly used the King's Treasure.

"Then let's see, your last struggle?" The knight laughed harshly, but couldn't hide the confusion in his eyes.This is not Diarmuid Audi's laughter. Through this body, Angora Mainu taunted everyone present wantonly.

The arrogant laughter became louder and more disgusting.

But after the treasure in the vortex poked its head out, it stopped abruptly.

In the entire inherent enchantment, there was dead silence.

Didn't make a sound, didn't have the momentum it should have.These two treasures fell directly from the king's treasure house to the ground, and they didn't even make a slight sound under the thick gravel...

You don't even have the strength to attack, poor King of Heroes.Diarmuid wanted to ridicule, but after looking at the ground in a strange way, and after verifying the real body of the treasure, he was speechless and couldn't say a single word.

The black knight froze, the two guns in his hands