But what did Slime do wrong?

It seemed that something "Ula Ula" passed by just now, and the invisible wheel seemed to be running over everyone's faces steadily.

In fact, Gilgamesh's previous cognitions are not wrong-because slimes are originally the kind of creatures at the bottom of the pyramid and food chain, no matter what kind of world background they are in.

Cold slime!Stir fried slime!Fried slime!

Chicken flavor, crunchy.Nutritious, tender and juicy, it is worth a try.

However, even among slimes, miracles like Limuru can be born.

After realizing that he had misjudged, Gilgamesh readily admitted the existence of Rimuru.

Although he is arrogant, he is not arrogant.The strong should be treated with respect commensurate with their strength.

For example, now, Gilgamesh is taking the initiative to step on the ground from the position above everyone else—for Gilgamesh himself, it is undoubtedly better than coming from the high throne that belongs to him alone. Coming to the ground and at the same height as other people is also a kind of self-deprecation.

"You haven't apologized yet."

Regarding this point, Limulu was extremely persistent.

Because that was not an apology to himself, but an apology to those subordinates who were looked down upon by Gilgamesh and sincerely trusted and loved him.

But this touched the bottom line of Gilgamesh.

You can kill Gilgamesh, but if you want to make Gilgamesh bow his head, it is probably more difficult than ascending to the sky.

So the little bit of guilt he felt towards Limuru because of his previous actions disappeared immediately, and his face turned cold immediately, looking like a raging lion: "Why, you want this king Apologize to you?"

Gilgamesh pursed the corners of his lips, and his brows and eyes were full of violence. With those blood-red vertical pupils and the terrifying aura around him, he was a vivid image of a moody tyrant.

"It's just a mere slime, but you still want me to apologize to you?!"

However, facing Gilgamesh's thunderous fury, Rimuru was not afraid at all.He raised his eyes, and those golden eyes looked like stars: "Of course I need your apology!"

Limulu paused.

There are huge black wings slowly stretching out behind him, and there are sharp things like minions growing on them.

"...Besides, I'm not a [mere slime]."

The atmosphere between them was tense, and it was on the verge of breaking out, and it was possible to directly fight at any time.

The conflict here grabbed everyone's attention, so no one noticed that in the darkness at the street corner where neither the moonlight nor the lights could shine, and was completely abandoned by the light, someone raised their lips. corner, showing a malicious smile, mixed with the pleasure of revenge.

"……kill him."

He spoke with an astonishingly hoarse voice, as if it had been sharpened with sandpaper and stones, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

In the darkness, something surged.

*****

Gilgamesh and Rimuru are still at odds.

However, amidst such a stalemate, a ray of black mist quietly emerged between them, and then turned into a warrior wearing pitch-black armor and covered in black mist all over his body. It was tightly wrapped, and the face could not be seen at all, only the blood-red fierce light that made people shudder came from where it should be the eyes.

As soon as this strange heroic spirit appeared, he pulled up the telegraph pole on the side, took it as his own weapon, and swung it towards Gilgamesh.

Limulu:? ? ?

At this moment, no matter who it is, they feel extremely confused in their hearts.

Weber raised his head and took a look—as a genuine Master, not a fake like Irisviel, he quickly recognized the identity of this Heroic Spirit by relying on the unique ability of the Master.

"Berserker...?"

Weber spoke hesitantly.

When Berserker attacked Gilgamesh, he naturally didn't consider other people around him, so Limuru, who was very close to them, was also within the range of the attack as expected.

Fortunately, he has wings that can fly into the sky, so when he saw that the telegraph pole was about to sweep him, Limulu took off directly on the spot, avoiding this battlefield.

"Hiss...this..."

Limuru landed lightly beside Irisviel, and asked with some confusion: "What's the matter with this sudden blackness?"

Irisviel looked at the pair of wings behind Limuru with a complicated expression, but she still answered Limuru's question: "That is also one of the participants in this Holy Grail War."

"Heroic Spirit whose job description is Berserker."

"Berserker... Berserker?"

Although Limulu has almost completely forgotten English, it doesn't matter, isn't there an almighty king of wisdom, the other party is omnipotent, let alone a mere English.

Irisviel affirmed what he said, and then turned her gaze to the battlefield over there: "I just don't know why Berserker suddenly appeared and fought with Archer..."

Not only that, but the force value shown by the two sides in the battle is really shocking.

Whether it is Archer's endlessly emerging treasures that seem to have no end at all, or Berserker's magical ability to turn other people's treasures into his own use and superb martial arts, there is no doubt that none of them are easy. A ruthless character to deal with.

The digital masters present couldn't help but began to evaluate the abilities of these two heroic spirits in their hearts, and began to think... If their own servants face any of the two sides that are fighting, what will happen? Can it win?

Limuru folded the wings behind her, stared at the battlefield over there for a while, and suddenly let out a nasal sound of confusion.

"Irisviel!" he said, "I might have something to do!"

After saying this, Rimuru's figure disappeared in place.

Irisviel originally wanted to reach out to grab him, but in the end, only a piece of air was caught in her hand.The white lady looked at her empty palm and couldn't help sighing.

"Ah," she said, "what a quickie."

Naturally, Limuru didn't know what happened behind her.

As Irisviel mentioned, there will be a connection between the slave and the master, so depending on the status of the slave, the status of the master can be deduced to some extent.

So when Limuru sensed a strange, cold and decadent magical aura from the servant who was directly Berserker, he did not hesitate much, and followed the trace of magical aura to trace Berserker's master in reverse. .

This kind of tracking is not difficult for Limulu, he quickly went around the corner of the street, turned over the railing, passed through tall buildings, and finally saw the hooded, naked man in a dark alley. The skin on the outside is dry and twisted.

"Excuse me—" Rimuru asked, "Are you the master of Berserker?"

Then he frowned slightly.

The man in front of him was already in a state of exhaustion, as if he was burning what little life he had left, turning it into magic power to supply to the heroic spirits who were fighting over there.

Limulu couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward a few steps, and grabbed the man's hand: "Hey, do you really know what you're doing?"

"You're going to die like this!"

However, the man just rolled his eyelids.

Rimuru heard his whispering ravings.

"...Save Sakura."