Radiant Enemy

Thinking of this, Amakusa Shiro's eyes flashed, and before the many heroic spirits on the opposite side had time to react, he quickly pulled out the long sword at his waist, accumulated magic power and released the treasures in his hands.

The huge magical power flowed rapidly in front of Amakusa Shiro, and the power visible to the naked eye was about to explode, sweeping everything around it, swallowing up all the existence that would hinder the realization of his ideal.

Even though Amakusa Shiro cut off his right hand, he didn't change his face. He had only one purpose - to kill the ruler here, and cut off any factors that might affect the saint sitting high in the hall.

Hilgner subconsciously raised his hand, and turned into a shield to defend, but Amakusa Shiro was sure he was one step faster, he approached the white-haired ruler, and the huge light ball as tall as a person was about to swallow the ruler, but maneuvered Dilmudo, who was the fastest, released his Noble Phantasm.

The two guns crossed to block in front of Hilgna, and this lancer became the ruler's strong shield and weapon as he had promised, blocking Amakusa Shiro's violent blow.

The only opportunity is fleeting, even though Amakusa Shiro's Noble Phantasm is indeed powerful, but don't forget that the heroic spirits present are among the most powerful in various mythological histories.

Even with Semiramis at the side using magic formulas to defend Taifang Ventricola, the dazzling light intertwined with red, white and orange purple shot out from the hands of the cold-faced Heroic Spirit in an instant, and the roar came The magical power devoured everything around, and destroyed the originally magnificent hall into ruins.

"Gee...cough cough cough..." Amakusa Shiro looked embarrassed, the long hair tied at the back of his head was affected by the attack and slipped down and draped over his shoulders.

Semiramis was also panting, with blood dripping down her pretty face—in order to protect Amakusa Shiro, she had to use a huge amount of magic power to resist these terrible attacks.

But the soul core of Semiramis, who lives as an assassin, has been destroyed, and like Shiro Amakusa, it is only a matter of time before he disappears.

Shakespeare, who was guarding the entrance to the last arcade, didn't need to look to know that Amakusa Shiro and Semiramis might have lost.

He sat on the ground, he didn't care that he didn't have a comfortable table and chairs, and he didn't care that the cold and hard ground was pressing against him, but he began to write vigorously.

This time the story is too ups and downs!It's really itchy to know how the story will develop!

Most of the surviving heroic spirits now stand on the side of the ruler, and are willing to let go of their pride and obey his command under the ruler's command, whether it is Joshua's fortified city of Jegoli, or Amakusa Shiro and Semiramis Noble Phantasms were defeated in front of them.

But there must be a 'however' after that.

However——in the center of this air fortress, where the holy grail that Ruler and his party want to go to is, there is the last cliff!

That is the peer of the ruler!Omniscient, omnipotent and lovingly bestowing pity on every human being!

Shakespeare's thoughts flowed like a fountain, and he wrote like a fly, and he didn't even have time to pick up the manuscript paper scattered on the ground.

Seeing that Shakespeare was so mesmerized that he completely forgot how he was still fighting, of course it was impossible to expect him to stop the heroic spirits who were several times stronger than him in combat power.

Besides, blocking it any further would be nothing more than unilateral crushing.

The sage had sensed the defeat of his allies, he opened his eyes reflecting everything in this world, and tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne.

At the moment when the sound sounded, all the heroic spirits and humans who had been standing in the outer hall felt a blur before their eyes, and the central hall, which had to pass through two arcades, arrived in the blink of an eye.

"That's—" The god sitting in the light has the same appearance as the white-haired ruler, the only difference is that the ruler's face is closer to the tenderness of a teenager because of the possession of the young Atsushi Nakajima.

The saint's face is closer to the Hilgna in the memory of Heroic Spirit and Chaldea, but it is more mature, but the gentleness and compassion are the same.

"Long time no see, everyone." The saint said with a smile, but his eyes only stayed on the ruler Hilgna.

Joy and joy flashed across the saint's clear blue eyes: "I never expected to see me like this in this way."

When Hilgner saw that familiar face, he knew why his heart was beating nervously the moment he stepped into this air fortress.

However, he also hooked his lips into a smile, and looked up at himself in the form of a god: "I never thought that one day I would be able to see myself becoming a god."

The self-mockery contained in that sentence probably only Hilgna himself can know why.

"How is this possible?!" The heroic spirits who knew how special Hilgna's way of existence was was shocked, and Romani's eyes widened in disbelief.

In the Temple of Time, he was the only one who saw how Hilgna Alter used the crow feather to change himself from the alter state back to the normal state, plus the power that had returned to Romani and belonged to Solomon, he could naturally tell the difference , the holy foundation of the saint in front of him is indeed Hilgna.

"No, wait!"

Gaitia poked his head out of Romani's pocket, and the magical ability began to calculate: "This Hilgna is completely made of magic power. Rather than being a heroic spirit, it is better to say that an energy block has been endowed. Hilgna's consciousness! And this kind of power that is infinitely close to that of a god... Maybe there is also the power of that god mixed in it-he is not the Hilgna we know, if we must divide it, we can only Use the class of alterego!"

"I am indeed not the Hilgna you know."

The saint nodded, and frankly revealed his identity.

"I am a possibility created by Joshua's wish and the power of the Holy Grail - the possibility of 'Hilgna', a human being becoming a god. Probably because the child subconsciously regarded 'us' as a god Come to worship and trust, so it led to this result. Obviously, the people under Yahweh's command and protection, it is really ironic that they worship and believe in the unbelievers "us" so fanatically."

The saint spoke briskly, smiling and staring at the ruler Hilgna.

Obviously, the 'we' in his mouth refers to himself and Ruler Hilgner.

"You're right, I, the Son of Man."

"It is indeed a kind of irony." Hilgner said coldly: "The 'I' who hated the gods actually became a god in the end. Not only that, but even deprived the future of mankind with his own hands-this is really ridiculous come out."

The white-haired ruler said so, and the blue eyes that were exactly like those of a saint were burning with raging anger.

"I will destroy you here, not because you have become a god, but because you have become the type that 'I' hates the most!!"

Hilgna clenched his usual weapon and pointed the tip at the tall sitting saint.

Using one's own selfishness to recklessly hold the fate of mankind in one's hands, how is this any different from the most detested god in Hilgna?

"I know." Saint Hilgna nodded and said lightly.

"But this is the fastest way to save mankind. I will guard and guide the world. Nothing you worry about will happen." The saint didn't intend to say much, but continued slowly and quietly: "I will not resist you , but can you defeat me..."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Saying so, the sage stopped speaking.

"I see. No wonder there is so much unknown information when investigating the intelligence of this world..." Romani gritted his teeth and hid in a safe corner protecting Fujimaru Tachika.

"It's obviously not as dangerous as that time in Uruk, why do you feel so hopeless and exhausted?"

Fujimaru Tachika wiped her face, and couldn't help but smiled wryly.

In front of them are the fighting figures of the surviving heroic spirits who participated in the Holy Grail War, but everything seems to be still. But whether it is the saint himself, or the air fortress that will be affected, it seems that time has been frozen, and all attacks are as silent as water droplets submerged in the sea.

This is completely different from the Raheem who was attacking in groups in Uruk, and the tall and beautiful goddess Tiamat who was so terrifying and desperate that it made people tremble all over.

If it is said that in Uruk, it was so passionate that it was like a gust of wind and rain, and it was impossible to stop and breathe for a moment, then the battle at this moment is like facing a solid and silent mountain, and it is a peaceful sea. Every attack, whether it is an arrow Whether it's a spear, a spear, or a sword light, it's like a flying insect wrapped in turpentine and gradually drowning, without even an echo.

The sage did not launch an attack, but only the power's own defense and protection power, which is enough to show the desperately powerful distance from the sky.

The heroic spirits present, whether it is Karna or Masi, or Arjuna, Dilmudor, Chiron, or Achilles, King Arthur and Mash, they have crossed countless battlefields and defeated countless powerful enemies. I have also fought back against an absolute disadvantage, but I have never encountered this type of enemy.

—Whether the enemy took them seriously or not is another matter.

After the sage Hilgna Alterego signaled the heroic spirits to attack him, he stopped giving any extra eyes to anyone—except his counterpart, the white-haired ruler who looked like a boy.

As if the saint was pleased every time the ruler tried to stab the weapon into his heart, there was always a faint smile on that fair and handsome face.

And every time the white-haired ruler failed to attack and left a scar on the saint's skin, the alterego would also frown slightly, seeming to feel pity for Hilgna ruler sincerely.

"It's going on endlessly—and the Heroic Spirits are getting more and more tired!"

Romani frowned, analyzing in a low voice.

It's like a sense of powerlessness and despair like a mayfly shaking a tree. Even if the heroic spirits present are determined, they will be defeated sooner or later in this battle that simply consumes their own strength.

"What, are you going to stop?" Hilgna Alterego asked.

The sage showed a slight pity on his face, and even suggested: "It's okay, you can take a rest and think about how to kill me before coming back."

"It's just that if you don't speed up and defeat me, the third method will really be completely completed."

"Ah! Make me angry!!" Ma Xi's hair was combed back, because the upper body exposed in the battle just now was covered with a layer of sweat, which made his clear texture more obvious.

"What kind of battle is this!? I can't beat it at all!!" Hilgna, who has been able to endure until now, is entirely because of the ruler, who is still insisting on analyzing the weakness of the saint while attacking silently, and boldly assuming and verifying carefully. , let Ma Si suppress his anxiety and continue to follow the ruler to attack.

After hearing the saint's suggestion, the white-haired ruler actually stopped.

He gasped, calming down his shortness of breath due to the consumption of too much mana, and then his brain began to work rapidly, thinking about countermeasures.

Although Hilgna himself really hates the gods who wantonly play with the fate of mankind, he has to admit that it is indeed very difficult for human beings to defeat the gods.

But being difficult doesn't mean you can't win.

"I, the Son of Man, hurry up, hurry up."

——Otherwise, there is really no room for maneuver.

The saint's sighing whisper reached Hilgna's ears, and he suddenly realized how to defeat the enemy.

The white-haired ruler stopped wasting time, and quickly turned around and ran to the black-haired master of Chaldea: "Lixiang-kun! Do you have any alchemy props for summoning heroic spirits?"

The author has something to say:

Please invite the younger brother of the virtuous king, Enkidu, and sister Wang to appear!

感谢在2019-12-0123:01:56~2019-12-0223:20:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Bai Qianyi 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：手滑真的对不起40瓶；珞珞20瓶；浅墨澜殇5瓶；312153、楼兰月瑾1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!