[Comprehensive] Give me amnesia!

The room between two people, one tall and one short, holding the same weapon, is full of weird tension.

The smell of gunpowder is so strong that you can smell it when you breathe, but on the other hand, there is no killing intent...?

Orihara Lin also folded his arms, pulled the corners of his mouth, and observed the imminent battle as if it had nothing to do with him.

—No, that won't happen.

At least not today.

Calmly interpreting the posture of the opposing party, the intelligence dealer, as usual, predicted the direction of the plot one step ahead.

Ahh, boring boring boring.

——What interesting things are hidden in that girl, and what's more interesting is that this servant from the future seems to be the one who knows.

Such an interesting thing, but due to the threat of my wife, I can't just blow it up and make a huge news, it's really boring.

The young man yawned, his brown pupils were cold and clear, his eyes rolled, and he counted 321 silently.

When the count reached 1, I heard a girl's sweet voice.

"—Well, even so, it's better to put Miss Shi's words at the end of the list."

Just as Orihara Rinya thought, after the golden-eyed girl finished her confession that was almost a declaration of war, she suddenly put away the invisible sword in her hand, turned her head away from looking at the magic eyes of the two rituals, and changed her words rather roguely.

"Please 'live' a little longer for me."

The girl turned around and walked towards Keigo Atobe who was a few steps behind.

"Do you want to use [Teleportation], Miss Superman?"

"Calculating the time, almost 5 minutes have passed."

Orihara Lin also watched her stop, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Although you might not listen to that—"

"However, for the sake of the person next to you, maybe it's better not to go there now?"

"No?!"

Platinum-blond long hair cuts through sharp arcs, making it difficult for Shanna Malfoy to maintain her dignified image in the past.

"Why not? All the [Holy Relics] related to Merlin have been prepared within a few years, if they hadn't been summoned in advance - why didn't he respond to me?"

Her gorgeous face was slightly distorted, and her subordinates slammed her harshly in anger:

"In the final analysis, they are all trash! Things that use a little brain can't be done well, and they have no effect except for the supply of magic power!"

"It's pointless to take the Command Seal from that idiot brother of mine if it goes on like this."

When she said this, she looked at her trembling subordinate, a cold light flashed in her gray-blue phoenix eyes, she turned her head slightly, and looked at Cu Chulainn who materialized and guarded by the side:

"Is the magic power enough, lancer?"

The blue heroic spirit came back to his senses from the state of emptying his brain, and his red eyes swept across the indoor scene. Looking at the thoughtful eyes of the master and the master, the spearman's heart sank, and then he responded in a frivolous tone:

"Forgive me, if you feed me casually, my stomach will be ruined. Even if it's not the one you like, Master, at least let me complete the mission before he appears - I don't want to die miserably on the battlefield because of diarrhea."

He grinned, revealing his sharp canine teeth, his ears sensitively caught several relaxed sighs, and his heart became heavier.

This master...

Although the magic power that matches the heroic spirit and the magic power provided by the wizard are the same magic power, if the magic power of the wizard is directly supplied to the heroic spirit, it will cause an abnormal state close to "indigestion". In order to solve this problem, Malfoy used 36 wizards as the main material , making a large magic filter.

To reach the mana supply of an ordinary-level magician, at least 9 wizards need to be abolished in combat power, and 36 wizards are enough to support the unlimited use of treasures by high-ranking heroic spirits.

However, the price would be that at least half of the wizards would permanently lose consciousness and become props that could only output magic power.

After being summoned to appear in the world, Cu Chulainn initially thought that the abundant magic power came from the master himself, but soon discovered the unusual purity of the magic power, and then found that these 16 wizards were used as props, and there were substitutes at any time, suffering for himself .

Ireland's Son of Light, who galloped the battlefield during his lifetime, harvested the souls of countless innocent people, and did a lot of bad things, so he can't be called a messenger of justice.

Whether as a servant or a murderer, he has no position to condemn this Master.

It's just... a little uncomfortable.

He knocked the back of his gun on his shoulder, and watched coldly the platinum aristocrat who had put his emotions in order to plan and arrange various tasks, and suddenly felt bored.

Fight against powerful enemies until the last moment of your life—whether you die early or curse, as long as you can fight to your heart's content, you will have no regrets.

There's none?

He thought of the man's slender body that had been penetrated, and the blood spattered between his slightly parted lips—the smell that bloodthirsty warriors had long been used to, but for some reason, the smell was thick and disgusting.

Perhaps it was because he was pierced by the same technique before he vomited cleanly. The strong feeling of dizziness and nausea, traveling through the time of life and death, descended on this magical body again.

The tip of his tongue licked the gap between his lips, obviously there was no abnormality, but inexplicably brought a shuddering feeling of blood.

"The plane encounters turbulence, there will be slight turbulence, and the toilet will be temporarily closed, please passengers..."

A similar broadcast sounded for the sixth time on the flight from Berlin to Moscow.

"Again."

"This is the first time."

"It never stopped at all."

On the plane from Germany to Russia, after the start of takeoff, it fell into a struggle with the bad weather. However, there were frequent problems during the flight of less than three hours, and the passengers were a little wilted.

At this moment, a male passenger by the window suddenly yelled, "Hey, what's that?!"

His forehead was pressed against the window glass, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the flesh on his face was deformed due to extrusion.

In the depths of the misty and obscure night fog, there is a golden light breaking through the edge of darkness and approaching rapidly.

"Are there any other planes on this route?"

The other person also noticed this phenomenon. He moved his face close to the window to observe carefully. In just a few seconds of speaking, the still distant golden light had turned into the size of a candle in the eyes of the naked eye, and it was distributed in the extremely low-visibility night sky. eye-catching.

"It seems to be coming this way, this speed seems to be very fast."

More and more people were bored and piled up in front of the window to watch. Someone noticed this fact and said with a worried tone:

"It won't collide, will it?"

The atmosphere instantly froze.

It took a long time before someone said in a low voice: "Ahahahaha, it shouldn't be possible, such a small probability event."

"The captain must have noticed it a long time ago, and should have communicated with it..."

Everyone stared at the light anxiously. During the conversation, the candle had turned into a halo with a diameter of about five centimeters, which could be vaguely seen to be the shape of an aircraft.

"——Why is the front end shiny like gold? Is it because there are indicator lights all over the body?"

Someone couldn't help breaking the silence,

"Is it really... gorgeous?"

"Such a flamboyant body, can't it be the richest man in a certain country?"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Secretly researched weapons to show off wealth - this far exceeds the flight speed of civil aviation, and it may have an affair with the military."

As if he suddenly became interested in the UFO outside the window, the atmosphere in the aircraft cabin became lively.People held the mood of anticipation and tension, waiting to see the true face of the mysterious plane.

The golden light became more and more intense, and in the process of approaching, the darkness in this area receded inch by inch, as if avoiding a natural enemy.

It doesn't feel real at a distance, but the closer you get, the more you feel the opponent's speed is astonishing, and even the originally calm passengers began to fidget.

However, the time of worry did not last long. The area covered by the golden light had covered the entire civil aviation. The short body was obviously not enough to see at supersonic speed. Everyone held their breath and locked their eyes out of the window without blinking——

The quaint and stylish Huizhou rubbed against the edge of the wing, and the light of emerald and gold flashed past, leaving a vague shadow on the retina, and then disappeared into the endless darkness, just like when it came, into smaller and smaller candles.

The hot air finally dropped to freezing point in an instant.

"I say……"

It took a long time before someone spoke tremblingly.

"The aircraft just now...is there someone sitting on it? It's not my illusion, is it?"

As if driving a car on flat ground, the king sat on it with a leisurely posture, his whole body covered in golden armor.

Although there is only a momentary silhouette, ordinary people living in a mediocre daily life have indeed seen it.

——Aloof, the absolute king who admits or denies everything in the world according to his will.