Radiant Enemy

The palace that should have belonged to the pharaoh has not changed much, just as Hilgna remembers, even the palm trees next to the water channel that are used to cool off are still swaying with flourishing branches and leaves.

The faint sound of mechanical gears meshing and running around is no longer there, and those mechanical soldiers seem to have left the palace on their own initiative.

On the way to the door of the palace, there are several ponds with rippling clear water, blooming lotus flowers, faint fragrance in the air, the breeze blowing from time to time takes away the sweltering heat, and the steps on the ground The large stone bricks are flat and firm, and the built corridor stretches to the entrance of the bedroom.

"It seems that we will meet the owner of this singularity soon."

Romani's voice came through the communicator in a low voice, without further reminders, Arash and Osman Diaz had already appeared in shape, protecting Hilgna one after the other.

After all, as the master, he is now a human being. If the creator of this singularity ambushed the killer, then the most dangerous one would naturally be Hilgna.

Osman Diaz walked in the front, Hilgna was in the center, and Arash pulled a little distance to the rear.

Although they had increased their vigilance, it was strange that they did not encounter any attack when they were about to reach the door.

But that's what makes it all the more abnormal.

Hilgna and his party had already arrived at the gate of the palace hung with a white gauze curtain. The Pharaoh and Hilghner behind him exchanged glances. Afterwards, Osman Diaz raised his arms slightly, ready to fight and defend at any time. Opening the gauze curtain, he strode into this luxurious bedroom that was undoubtedly supported by the blood and fat of the people from all over Egypt.

However, Osman Diaz, who was originally murderous, suddenly stopped in his tracks as if struck by thunder, his body seemed to have turned into a stone statue and could not move. Originally, he wanted to condemn this dull man who turned Egypt into a belt of rumors At this moment, the words are stuck in the throat, like a stone stuck in the throat, and like cotton blocking the vocal cavity, the words spit out are fragmented.

"Didn't you go to court... Why are you back now... Are you still worried that I will run away? Ramesh, oh, Ramesh... This world is already your 'box', I Where can this 'property of the Pharaoh' go?"

This self-deprecating remark with a hint of hoarseness and sarcasm reached the ears of Hilgna and Arash who were waiting outside the door.

At this moment, both Hilgna and Arash made stunned voices. Hilgna didn't care about whether there would be any ambush here. He strode into the palace and saw the man with the same appearance as himself. The young man sat on the gorgeous bed with a blank expression.

—and naked.

No, if you want to say that it is completely naked, it is not entirely true, because it is obvious that the Hilgna of this world, the clanging gold and gemstone jewelry on his body has replaced the cloth as his cover.

But obviously, these complicated and gorgeous jewelry and armbands, as well as the silver chains locked on the slender ankles, can't cover up the large red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

This Hilgna's hair had grown enough to cover the small bed behind him, and those white hairs that had been carefully groomed were occasionally decorated with hair ornaments made of gold beads and lapis lazuli.

With such a style of personal preference, coupled with the words that Hilgner said, anyone can guess who is the real culprit who created this Mystery Belt.

This Hilgna saw Osman Diaz, and also saw the white-haired saint and Arash who had the same face as his own, but he didn't intend to find clothes and soft mattresses to cover his body, but just used those eyes like stagnant water Looking at this group of people who suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Osman Diaz didn't speak, his body was trembling, his hands were clenched into fists, his lips were tightly pursed, and his lips turned pale.

Hilgner glanced at his side face, sighed inwardly, stepped forward and put the cloak on Hilgner's body, covering his mottled marks at the same time.

As if he hadn't chatted with others for a long time, this Hilgna blinked slowly, and when he felt the soft cloth falling on his body, his blue eyes shimmered a little.

He lowered his head, wrapped himself in the cloak, bowed his head deeply, deeply, and buried his face in his hands: "Please...please don't look at me now..."

A slight sob escaped from his throat, Hilgna turned his head, and so did Arash.

And the proud Pharaoh also looked away, his mind was confused.

Osman Diaz's face was pale, but his eyes were filled with angry flames, his teeth were gritted, and his nails dug deep into his palms to alleviate the pain that was overflowing in his heart at the moment. pain and sorrow.

Just listening to this Hilgna's words and looking at the mottled marks on his body, the Pharaoh wished he could turn into a blazing sun and completely wipe out the "self" of this lore belt—no, Osman Diaz He would never admit that this lowly, dirty man would be his peer.

—he will never admit it!

As for Chaldea, when he saw the lifeless look of Hilgna from the Lost Belt, Romani quickly cut off the video transmission.

Although Romani reacted very quickly, there were still quite a few staff members present who saw the tragic situation on the body of 'Hilgna' in the Lost Belt.

Obviously, the pale skin and the silver chains on the ankles meant that he had been kept in a place out of sunlight for a long time, and that was mixed in the gorgeous jewelry and clasped on the chest of the lore belt Hilgna. The gold rings with words all explained how he was treated.

However, compared to the desolate appearance at first glance, the saddest thing is that the calm, calm, and prudent white-haired saint in everyone's memory has become lifeless, like a lost dog. Silent as stagnant water at its source.

Da Vinci sighed, and then gently patted Romani who was silent, clutching the pen tightly and trying to control his emotions, and calmly asked the employees of Chaldea to resume their work and continue to execute Monitor auxiliary tasks.

It's great that I didn't let other Heroic Spirits stand by here. Fortunately, I rejected those difficult servants before.

Da Vinci thought to himself.

Otherwise, what she has to deal with at this moment is not just a Romani who tried his best to control himself from releasing murderous aura and affecting the work of other employees, and who was transformed into the heroic spirit Solomon Reiko and transferred to the Lost Belt of Egypt.

Thinking of Hilgna's own huge Shura field, and his personality that was more difficult and trickier than the other, even Leonardo Da Vinci, who claimed to be a omnipotent person, felt a headache.

Fujimaru Tachika was fidgeting. As a senior master, he naturally had the responsibility to be there to support him, and he even had to be prepared to come on as a substitute if Hilgna was careless.

And when this tender-hearted young master saw Hilgna's appearance in the Lost Belt, he already bit his lips in worry, and clenched and loosened his fingers uneasily.

Obviously, he was worried about Hilgner.

Whether it's Hilgna from the Lost Belt, or the white-haired sage who is the Master.

After Hilgna from the Lostbelt made a sound that seemed to be chewing and swallowing the crying and property sounds, but still let some fragmentary crying sounds overflow his throat, it took a long time for the trembling shoulders to Gradually calm was restored.

"Where did you come from? Are you trying to take my life?"

When Hilgna of the Lost Belt asked the last sentence, his eyes lit up expectantly.

"..." Hilgna looked down at himself, feeling deep sorrow and anger.

Of course he knew how proud he was, no matter how difficult and difficult the situation was, he would never say such words to voluntarily give up his life.

Suffering is the proof of human survival. As long as there is hope, human beings can endure until the day when hope comes.

Then, what kind of experience did the person in this lore belt have to suffer to say these words?

"...No, we are here to solve and destroy this lore belt."

Hilgner's throat rolled, and he subconsciously wanted to put his hands on his shoulders, so as to comfort himself who was obviously emotionally out of order, but found that his body in the Hearing Belt went limp and fell directly on him in the arms.

"Ah..." Hilgna from the Lost Belt made a short breath that made everyone else's ears tingle and their cheeks burn, and the white-haired saint didn't dare to move anymore.

"...Sorry, my current body has become unacceptable to a little touch..."

A muffled voice came from Hilgna's arms, and the hidden meaning in it made Hilgna and the pharaoh who stood the farthest and dared not get close all stiff.

"It's okay, be careful." Hilgna didn't dare to touch himself in the Lost Belt, and could only force him to retreat from his arms.

"The person who created this lore belt may be Osman... No, Ramses II, me in this world, can you tell me when and why did he become strange?"

Because Hilgna knew Osman Diaz very well, this proud pharaoh would never do such a thing of disregarding Hilgna's wishes and putting him under house arrest.

"Ramesses II?" Hilgna from the Lostbelt laughed, but it was not so much a smile as it was a forced lip lift: "No, that's not the Pharaoh I know King, not to mention my friend Osman Diaz."

"That's the eclipse god king who made the people start to curse why the sun hasn't set and swallowed up all the light and heat!"

Eclipse God King.

Hilgna knew the title.

It was the Heroic Spirit Osman Diaz Alter who belonged to the Black Berserker in the Holy Grail War that had not been completed before.

Then it is easy to speculate why this world will become a Lost Belt. In a certain Holy Grail War—perhaps without Amakusa Shiro intervening, and without Hilgna appearing as a ruler—the Osman Diaz alter He won the final victory and successfully made a wish to the Holy Grail.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2019-12-0923:27:06~2019-12-1023:13:31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 grenade: 1 tequila from Pandora;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Jun Jin 2; Shen He 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：潘多拉的龙舌兰140瓶；月上的兔子98瓶；不予忘心11瓶；雨过后的夏天、君子之交10瓶；君瑾5瓶；傲娇爱炸毛的降谷零、暮日西陵、落月1瓶；

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