Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The naginata is not good at stabbing, so I naturally used the chopping that is commonly used by large cold weapons for the final blow.

It's just that this time the knife fell not on the neck, which I'm good at, but on the larger chest.

In any case, beheading, which in my opinion is a killing move exclusively reserved for extremely evil ghosts, is too insulting for a respectable opponent.

Cutting in from the neck, slanting down towards the heart, imitating the power of the Mo Dao of the Tang Dynasty, using the power of the legendary infantry sword to kill the general of the cavalry is the greatest respect I offer.

'My lord, are you really ready? Yan Rong, who was rejected by me repeatedly, confirmed to me loudly.

Am I really ready?

Ready to face taking the life of someone who isn't evil and isn't damnable?

life……

I clenched the handle of the knife in my hand, my eye sockets were extremely sour, and I said, 'Get ready! '

'Lie,' Yan Rong gritted his teeth, 'You don't have any. '

"But I can." Knowing that I can't deceive the half-body who has already connected with me, I emphasize again that I am not trying to be brave: "I can, Yan Rong. '

——It should always be faced.

It seemed that my determination had been conveyed, and Yan Rong didn't respond, and fell silent without saying a word.

And the doctor turned off his microphone when Rider and I charged face to face, and retreated to the corner with Rider's master.

I calmed down and adjusted my breathing.

Don't panic, it's my side that has the upper hand.

The opponent in front of me is no longer a human body, he is a heroic spirit, a person who has long died.

... so there is no need to feel so much guilt.

Just like before, cut it down——

I gritted my back molars hard, tightened my waist and exerted force, my arm muscles were activated accordingly, and all the remaining strength I could mobilize was concentrated and exploded here.

"Drink-"

The weight of the naginata combined with the mighty strength of the Senju clan easily broke Rider's defense.

"A beautiful blow!" Rider didn't dodge or dodge, threw away the broken blade casually, and opened his arms with a big smile: "Come on, slash here!"

"--clang!"

This is the sound of the broken Cyprus sword falling to the ground.

The big naginata, which condensed the meaning of determination, was unexpectedly sharp. It first sank into the outer skin and flesh, and made almost no extra sound.

I am familiar with human anatomy, and I know that the next cut will be the clavicle, ribs, thoracic vertebrae, and heart...

It probably touched an artery, and a liquid rich in blood oxygen was sprayed out along the incision, bright red——

The next moment, my eyes were dark.

The hand suddenly emptied, and then sank again, the back of the hand was covered with extremely rough cloth.

It's a glove.

Yan Rong's gloves.

What covered the eyes was the same rough texture as the back of the hand, but what fell on the cheeks were soft petals.

Is it the nourishment of blood?The smell of cherry blossoms in the air is a bit too strong.

Even the rust smell is completely covered.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the King of Conquerors."

Fu Sangshen's wide robe surrounded me completely, and a hoarse voice came from the side, rear and upper, very close, so close that it covered the sound of bone shattering and flesh and blood separating.

"I personally think that as her weapon, I'm still qualified to complete this final blow with my half body!"

The palm covering my eyes exerted a lot of force, and both of my hands were firmly fixed on the handle of the knife by the other wide palm. I tried to move my face away, but failed.

"Half, body...it's actually...ha, hahaha..."

In the dark world whose vision was temporarily sealed, the hearing became extraordinarily keen. The King Conqueror's voice was broken, but his breath was intermittent, but not extinguished.

No, the strength of that blow just now is infinitely close to the strength of a slash/horse/knife, and the people who were slashed, all of them...

I blinked in confusion, then thoughtfully.

I don't know if the owner of the hand itches when the eyelashes brush against the palm, but my eyes are quite itchy.

At the last moment, he took the blade with which I had drawn [-]% of my strength, and moved away the hand that blocked my sight.

The sudden glare made me squint slightly in discomfort, but it didn't prevent me from seeing the situation clearly.

Standing within the range of my sword is a huge knife edge on the chest, the bone can be seen deep, the King of Conquerors with a broken spiritual core.

He opened his mouth at me, a heroic expression of pure joy after solving all the puzzles.

"I finally understand everything!"

Compared with ordinary people, his burly body was getting weaker, but he didn't feel unwilling at all, but with a completely realized expression, he laughed intermittently... with difficulty.

"This is your way!"

"Controlling this murderous and tyrannical blade, but chose the diametrically opposite way, how, how—"

He didn't continue talking, just shook his head while smiling, with emotions in his eyes that I couldn't understand, "...Obviously there is power and ability, but do you use it to fight against the consequences of this power?"

Golden particles rose from under the seriously injured king's feet and scattered, but the doomed king endured the pain, grinning his teeth with a grim expression—puffing out his mutilated chest.

Wang Ruili's gaze swept across Arash, the archer at the top, Romani at the back, and Yan Rong at the side, and finally settled on my face.

"I lost this confrontation, but—the King of Conquerors never submits, my will—"

Iskandar the Conqueror yelled and drew the end of his voice. Standing behind him, his only courtier responded loudly with sobs: "Yes! Weber Velvet will always follow in your footsteps!"

The inherent enchantment is the realization of the caster's mental state. As the owner is on the verge of dissipating, this yellow sand world that has been occupied by the forest for most of it is also slowly collapsing.

"Salute to your immortal will, Your Excellency the Conqueror King."

I watched the king leave with the same posture, and the speed of the particle collapse of the heroic spirit was also very fast. When the nothingness dissipated and spread to the chest, the conqueror who remained hostile until his death suddenly said:

"But... I mean, little girl with flowers."

"?"

I asked back with puzzled eyes, but was surprised to find that his eyes that saw through everything were now stained with a smile and a kind of tolerance... as broad as the world of yellow sand.

"For a long time, there have been enough killers in the world. With such a half body, you may never have to be ready."

"...?!"

Probably because my expression was too strange at this time, or maybe the time was approaching to return to the Seat of Heroes, Iskandar relaxed and laughed again.

The laughter is rough and hearty.

"It's so strange that I actually..."

The golden particles scattered, and the heroic spirit whispered to himself, dissipating with the last wind wrapped in hot sand.

And I was immersed in his last look, and I haven't recovered for a long time.

"...I actually hope...you don't need to be ready all the time."

——That clearly belonged to the eyes of a senior looking at a junior.

Friendly and gentle.

Ever since I landed, my nerves were tense and I couldn't catch my breath. I couldn't hold back for a while, my nose was sore, my neck was stuck, and I replied loudly: "Yes! Thank you! Your Excellency Iskandar!"

In the empty void, I seemed to hear the king's signature laugh again:

'Ha ha ha ha - let's go -'

……

"Sorry, my lord." After the dust settled, Yan Rong, who kept his human form, bowed his head almost immediately, trying to apologize to me for the unauthorized action just now, "I—"

"Reject!" Of course, I immediately jumped up and knocked on Fu Sangshen's hairy head, "——Don't listen!"

"My lord, my lord..." Fu Sangshen, who had just been evaluated as "murderous", almost wanted to hide his frustrated expression.

"Don't listen, don't listen! What are you talking about, what can you apologize for!" I pretended not to see, with one hand on my hips, and the other hand holding the naginata to stabilize my swaying body: "You, Yan Rong! But my Half body! No one knows my thoughts better than you, not even myself!"

It must be my subconscious or instinct resisting, so he came out desperately.

Even so, the moment I slashed the knife, the timing was very precise.

I grinned, trying to hide my discomfort when I said the next thing:

"We're connected! My thoughts are the reason you act, so, so, I mean so—"

I have a hideous face, so I can't come out.

Damn it, why is it so hard to say words of comfort and revealing your heart?

I hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't think of words, so I swallowed the words angrily, stuffed the big naginata body into Fusangshin's arms, and then grabbed his conditioned reflex with both free hands. Arm, looking at him eagerly: "I'm stupid, I can't tell you the specifics, but you understand, right?"

For some reason, Fu Sangshen, who was stared at by me, had a strange expression on his face. Before I could figure it out carefully, the doctor drifted past quietly, repeating in a melodious tone: "Mouth stupid."

Senior Arash also jumped down with an uncontrollable expression, nodded and repeated solemnly: "Well, stupid mouth."

"..." I immediately bared my teeth fiercely at the two people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, "What are you doing!"

"Pfft." The tall Fu Sangshen looked down at me, the hood covered most of his expression, but it couldn't cover the relaxed and lively atmosphere around him, "Okay, okay, I understand."

The head was patted.

"Yeah!" I immediately breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I knew you would understand—thank you for coming out."

After thinking about it, I felt that it was still not formal enough, so I restrained my expression and solemnly repeated: "Thank you, Yan Rong."

"It was really, really great to meet you on the battlefield back then!"

I deliberately ignored the young man with a dazed expression not far away.

As the victor, what I should do is to stay away from him and let him cry out, in honor of the king's departure.

A war has promoted the rapid growth of the young man, he should know how to go next.

"Senior Arash? Doctor?" I confirmed to the two seniors.

"It's ok," said the spirit-formed senior Arash, who hid behind him, "Saber, who was guarding outside, was held back by Berserker, so he's safe for the time being."

"There are currently three servants leaving the field," the doctor said softly, "Caster, Assissan and Rider, Berserker and Saber will be decided soon, Acher...is nearby, I can't detect it, Lancer just got the news , Saber's master has gained the upper hand, and there may be only one more formal battle left for us."

"Well," I put Yan Rong's extended arm, thoughtfully, "Lancer..."

It sounds like the Lancer team is about to fall into the conspiracy trap set by Mr. Emiya Kiritsugu.

When this Saber was held back, how did this man who is the Master do it?

That's what I thought and asked.

"The magician killer made good use of the aristocratic reserve and arrogance under the crown of the monarch, coupled with the highly visual emotional conflicts in Lancer's group..." The doctor hesitated to speak, and said, "In short , Lancer was released, and when His Majesty was in a one-on-one duel, his fiancée Miss Sola was controlled, and the two are currently negotiating..."

Negotiations have Laer committing suicide.

When I heard this, I was shocked, my head was not dizzy, and my sleepy eyes, which were about to close, opened suddenly: "By the way, I seem to still owe Lancer—"

"No! Reject!" The doctor interrupted me nervously, "No! Look at your current state—"

"Ah," I said dryly to stop his babbling, "doctor, I didn't say I did it myself."

"...I think you just don't want to die, huh? What are you talking about?" The doctor raised his head sharply, and the pink ponytail flicked in a powerful arc in the air, "Aren't you going up?"

"That's right," I patted Fu Sangshen who was conscientiously acting as my crutch in a super weak way, "Yan Rong can go!"

Fu Sangshen nodded vigorously in relief: "Leave it to me, my lord!"

"Hmm..." The doctor's hesitant eyes kept switching back and forth between me and Yan Rong.

"I promise I will never do anything." I looked back sincerely and raised my hands to show my innocence.

As a result, I, who was patronizing to persuade the doctor, didn't calculate my current balance and stability, and my body shook suddenly.

"hiss--"

Fu Sangshen next to him quickly stabilized him.

"Ah, thank you...Look, doctor, Yan Rong is super strong!" I tremblingly leaned on the humanoid crutch beside me, and stubbornly declared to the doctor that I would never admit defeat.

"Let a knight get the death he deserves, instead of repeating the tragedy of his life like a drama, we have the ability to do so, why not? Is this the truth, Yan Rong?"

"Yes!" Yan Rong replied sternly.

"And this is such a rare opportunity, if you miss it tonight, there may be no next time! Isn't it Yan Rong?" I continued to work hard.

"Yes!" Oh my god, Yan Rong was really super cooperative.

"You also know my state. If I don't get sufficient supplements, it will be against me if time drags on. Why don't I take the initiative to speed up the pace of this war, right—"

"Ah—I got it, I got it!" The doctor rubbed his face in pain, then scratched his hair again: "I lost to you."

"Yeah!" I smiled happily after being relieved by the commander, and shook the hand of the person next to me, "Yan Rong! Yan Rong!"

Fu Sangshen sighed, bent down, picked me up in the posture of holding a child, and put me in his arms.

"Come on, follow my instructions, Northwest." The doctor who changed his goal quickly gave a plan, "Go on the road and run in a straight line, the fastest is 2 minutes."

"You guys go, I'll watch over here," Senior Arash said with fear in his voice, "Archer..."

"Understood." Fu Sangshen put his body behind his back with the other hand, then pulled off his outer cloak to wrap around me, and jumped up, "My lord, we are about to set off."

"Okay." Actually very cold, I silently stretched out my hand to tighten the warm cloak, closed my eyes with peace of mind, and said softly, "Let's go."