Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

Truth gave Gilgamesh a strange look:

"Why am I doing this?"

Wang stroked her hair repeatedly, and said casually:

"—Enkidu."

"Although his current state is infinitely close to a physical body, it is not a real physical body after all."

Truth was a little surprised, she didn't expect Gilgamesh to notice the difference in just two days.

"Don't look at me with such weird eyes, Enkidu is my best friend, how is his condition, can you, a heartless little bastard, know better than me?"

"Okay."

Truth nodded a little unconvinced,

"Indeed, Xiao En is still a little bit far from a real body. My ability is not good at giving shape to external objects... I originally thought that I would think of a way after I became stronger."

"Instead of waiting for a possible future, grab the present."

Gilgamesh glanced at the blue spearmen casually,

"Isn't there a ready-made opportunity there?"

"Since Gaia gave you the Holy Grail, it means that it recognizes your master's identity. Since the Holy Grail dares to be called the omnipotent wish-granting machine, if your servant wins the Holy Grail War for you, it will be no problem to be tortured."

Truth hesitates a bit:

"However, I have already promised him that he can play whatever he wants. As for those masters, I will not attack humans casually..."

Gilgamesh snorted:

"Why don't you ask him what he thinks?"

"That Celtic wild dog, do you want to fight as you please, or fight side by side under the command of the master?"

Truth's eyes lit up, but he asked in his mouth:

"How about you Jill?"

"Didn't you also fight for the Holy Grail?"

"Then now—are you my enemy?"

A few words aroused the little girl's interest in the Holy Grail. The Oldest King was very satisfied with his achievements and was in such a good mood that he calmly gave an answer to the slightly provocative question from the monster of conscience:

"Since the Holy Grail belongs to this king, then this king has the right to dispose of it at will. Tokiomi is a subject of this king, so he has no right to make irresponsible remarks on my decision."

"However... since it is competitive in nature, there must be a reward and punishment mechanism."

That pair of bewitching red pupils glanced at Kuze Zhen:

"If you can win the Holy Grail War, then this king will grant you a request."

Truth said excitedly:

"It's almost like a game. It's fun to think about it."

A monster and a heroic spirit hit it off, and Gilgamesh immediately drove Vimana towards the place where the two spearmen were fighting.

Cu Chulainn stared at the opposite enemy.

He is also a spearman with the same job title as him, and he is also dressed in the light armor commonly used by Celtic warriors. The brightly colored red and yellow spears and the tear moles at the corners of his eyes both remind him of the identity of the heroic spirit in front of him.He took a deep breath and said firmly:

"'Glorious Appearance' - Diarmuid Odina?"

The knight smiled brightly:

"It's down."

"Unfortunately, the one in front of you is not a female warrior, and your overly outstanding appearance can't change the result."

"For the victory of my lord, even my respected seniors, I will not show mercy."

Cu Chulainn grinned and said:

"Then let's try it. I would like to ask, can the glorious appearance that is famous for swordsmanship make my eyes shine when it comes to spearmanship?"

Before leaving the seat, Cu Chulainn and Diarmuid sealed the magic, and the other threw the sword on the seat. To some extent, they were really dramatic opponents.

After some words and tricks, both of them held their breath, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

The destructive power of the battle between the heroic spirits was so strong that Cu Chulainn and Diarmuid both deliberately found an abandoned factory before they dared to show their hands.After some moves that the human naked eye could not catch, the walls of the surrounding houses were broken into large and small potholes, and broken bricks and dust were all over the place. However, the two riding heroic spirits standing in the center of the battle had no obvious injuries, only the corner of Diarmuid's eye was injured. A thin cut was made, and the wound healed before the blood dripped.

Obviously, in the case of not liberating the treasure, the two sides are equally divided, and no one can do anything to the other.

Cu Chulainn flicked the red magic gun,

"That's the end of the temptation, next - it's time for the real thing."

"I also have the same intention."

Silence once again fell in the battle, and the vibration of magic power intensified at a speed visible to the naked eye. Compared with Cu Chulainn, who used Gaia as the source of magic power and used it without any scruples, Diarmuid's magic power provider, Sola, was also generous, but The knight didn't dare to squander at will—fortunately, his treasures were not of the mana-consuming type.

However, the outcome does not necessarily depend on who is more powerful. Although Diarmuid, who only carries two guns to respond to the call, lacks a brilliant big move, it is precisely because of this that he can get rid of the mentality of relying too much on treasures and use tactics flexibly.

A faint stream of light flashed across his honey-colored eyes, and the moment Cu Chulainn jumped up, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Gae——" Just as the blue spearman called out the name of the treasure, Diarmuid quickly retreated with his superior agility, and at the same time his eyes were closely watching Cu Chulainn's reaction.

Diarmuid, who is also a Celtic Heroic Spirit and grew up listening to Cu Chulainn's battle stories, of course has a different understanding of Cu Chulainn than a Heroic Spirit instilled with common sense. , often imitating the moves of the predecessors and using them as imaginary enemies to train themselves.

Naturally, he can roughly guess the capture range of this senior treasure.

Sure enough, when Diarmuid retreated to a certain distance, the blue spearman froze for a moment, and cut his face in displeasure:

"You are so proficient in retreating, should I praise you for being cowardly or quick?"

"It is also due to the great reputation of the seniors. For Celtic warriors, it is impossible to know some information even if they don't want to."

Diarmuid did not hide his reliance on intelligence warfare at all, and after standing still, he picked a beautiful gun flower.

The release of the opponent's Noble Phantasm was interrupted, and it was time for Diarmuid's counterattack.

Cu Chulainn, who jumped up to throw the Noble Phantasm, fell back to the original place, and before he could get into a fighting stance, the glorious appearance that had just retreated had rushed into his defensive range.For a heroic spirit with high agility, victory or defeat in a battle is determined by the slightest difference. Cu Chulainn's eyes narrowed slightly, and the left side was longer and red. The gun had already been drawn towards his neck, and he did indeed escape the fatal blow by relying on his agility. but the second shot from the yellow short gun on the right was also approaching.

The attack position of the yellow short spear is at the waist, and it doesn't seem to be fatal. If the master is good at healing magic and can be cured at any time, even if he insists on this blow, it is justified.But Cu Chulainn's eyes flashed fiercely, and he bravely risked the carotid artery being pierced by the red gun, and broke through from the left side——

This is an extremely risky avoidance tactic, but it can also obtain extremely high returns.

Diarmuid, who originally pinned the victory on Huang Qiangwei, did not expect Cu Chulainn's reaction. He hurriedly wanted to retreat, but Cu Chulainn was already waiting behind him.

"Hmph, do you think you are the only one who knows intelligence warfare?"

The blue gunman had a beast-like smile on his face, and sarcastically said,

"Although the reputation of the extinct Yellow Rose is not as good as your magic sword, how can I not be prepared after I already know your name?"

"You still lack experience, junior."

As his words fell, GaeBolg finally revealed his true power.

The red light was shining brightly, and what was reflected in Dilumudo's honey-colored pupils was indeed the heroic figure that he had longed for in his lifetime.

Near the abandoned factory, Kenneth, who was monitoring the battle remotely, broke the crystal ball in a rage.

"Damn it! This damned Lancer! I thought that even if he was not capable enough, he wouldn't be defeated immediately..."

Kenneth growled.

The gradually disappearing command spell in his hand clearly informed him of this unbelievable fact, and the prepared strategy was indeed completed: during the battle between Cu Chulainn and Diarmuid, he had already sensed several masters through detection magic. Reaction.But the annihilation tactics against the master have not been completed, and the basis for participating in the Holy Grail War - the servants have been destroyed.

How does this make Kenneth happy?

It can be said that if Diarmuid can be resurrected in front of him now, the proud genius can point at the other party's nose and scold him for three days and three nights without stopping.

His fiancée, Sola, had another reaction. She stared blankly at the place where Diarmuid disappeared. The charm effect from the tear mole of love had disappeared with the demise of its owner. Ra didn't want to wake up from it.

Unwilling and resentful, she stared at the furious Kenneth, stretched out her hand, and slapped him hard.

The magician was stunned for a long time before he found his own language, staring at his gorgeous fiancée in confusion rather than anger:

"...Sola?"

"it was all your fault!"

The female voice of mourning and despair trembled in Kenneth's heart,

"If it wasn't for you—if it wasn't for your carelessness and arrogance, how would Lancer die!"

"You pompous idiot, trash..."

"Lancer shouldn't have died. You should have died!"

The poisoned sentence shot into Kenneth's heart like an arrow. He was silent, watching his fiancée's eyes from pain to indifference, and finally returned to calm:

"is it?"

"You don't need magic power to resist the charm of the tear mole, and you don't want to wake up even if the effect has been lifted. Is this your awakening?"

He ignored Sola, who had lost his aristocratic demeanor and cursed like a shrew, and looked at the image drawn by magic.

The reactions of several masters have been marked on it, and the preliminary preparations have already been made. Even if Lancer, this trash, leaves the stage midway, Kenneth has no intention of giving up halfway.

He is a genius of magic and the ruler of El-Melloi.Even if the Holy Grail is not his, it cannot be someone else's.What's more, for him, there are at least three ways to plunder Command Seals.Since your own servants are useless, it is better to use other people's servants.

And the original goal-

Kenneth looked at the screen where he was reporting to the familiar, the girl who had never performed magic and was being carried around by servants like a delicate flower.

The author has something to say:

I want to give the director HAPPYENDING (sure