Artoria the Big Liar

— That's my heart.

"Pfft."

The heart was pinched and burst, and bright red blood splashed on Lixiang's white clothes.

The blood in the whole body stopped flowing, and the consciousness gradually froze.

……wrong.Something is wrong.

Li Xiang was also stunned.She looked down at the heart in her hand, which was no longer there.

Even the blood on his body disappeared.

"This is how the same thing?"

Chapter 74: Enthusiastic communication among patients

◆Mordred◆

"If my guess is right, it should be the impact of the bell." To my surprise, the person who said this was not the projection of Chaldea, but the mechanical knight Britomart.

"Britomas, are you sure?" Li Xiang turned her head and asked, without any malice or hostility.It was as if she just defined the action just now as a child's play - such as pouring water into the ant's entrance or something.

"There is close to [-]% certainty. From the performance point of view, this is a typical time delay and space replacement."

"That is to say, I can't fight with Mr. Curse Wrist's method after that?"

"At least in the battle with Mordred, this method is ineffective."

Hearing this quietly, I felt a burst of peace of mind.

The effect of the Pilgrimage Bell can be applied to me, which means that I am really recognized as the "savior".

Or maybe the Pilgrimage Bell didn't care who struck it at all, as long as it wasn't a local being from the Lost Belt.

"... Mordred! Are... are you okay?" Lily was extremely flustered, staring at my heart.

I raised her chin, let her meet my eyes, let her look at my slightly raised smile, and then said: "Lily, do you think I seem to be in trouble?"

"Do you want to..." Lily stretched out her hand towards her heart.

And I immediately grabbed her wrist, and said in an extremely calm voice: "How can there be any reason to regret what I gave? Just hold it carefully and find a way to exert its true power. The battle is not I need you to worry—in fact, I can't die without a heart. It's not easy to kill a dragon."

I observed Lixiang, and Lixiang was also observing me.The incarnation of God of Disaster has no human reason, and is essentially an aggregate of emotions.After exaggerating and tempering her emotions, she came to a conclusion: "Actually, I think Mordred died just now is a pretty good result? At least there is not much pain, and it will end soon. I see There have been many people who wanted to live, but it was more painful than death. I didn't kill them, but I felt that I did wrong..."

I didn't even bother to refute such a messy conclusion, so I said in a hostile and cold tone: "Fujimaru Tachika, you are the God of Misfortune, isn't the God of Misfortune a guy who likes to talk nonsense? Why, after being raised by Chaldea, he became so Mother-in-law? It’s not that I haven’t seen the body of God of Disaster, do you think I don’t understand what you are?”

"Oh? Have you seen the God of Misfortune? Mordred, you are not lying to me, are you?" Hearing what I said, Li Xiang became interested instead.

"Otherwise, why would you see the scene where I am hostile to you? Maybe there is no reason for malice, but targeted disgust and hatred are not. How can I kill you in the future if I don't know what you are?"

"Ah, there is a reason for this... Sure enough, I should kill it."

Before the words fell, Li Xiang's body disappeared from my field of vision again.

Once or twice is enough, if you use this kind of surprise tactics for the third time, it would be too contemptuous of me.

In an instant, space seemed to be another organ of mine, and all force vectors were fed back to my brain.The brain quickly makes calculations and judgments, and draws a trajectory in the mind.Therefore, no matter how the movement of the object changes, how superb the memory of the battle is, under the calculation of the deconstruction level, it is disassembled into the most basic actions.

Lixiang's attack speed is fast, but not fast enough.When the trajectory is calculated, the brain no longer has to fight the inefficient method of guessing and anticipating.I can reduce the driving overhead of the brain itself, and pile all the computing power on the reaction ability-so, even if the body really can't keep up, it is very simple to crack the attack.

The pitch-black long sword swung in my hand, not fast, nor did I try my best, but it blocked the trajectory of Lixiang's surprise attack.If she didn't retreat in time, she would just be like a car crashing into a wall, destroying herself—but how could this be such a simple matter?

This is the ultimate speed that can only be exploded by sacrificing one's life. The too strong inertia and potential make Lixiang have no option to retreat.She could only rush up to meet my sword, swing her fist, and blast towards my chest.Attempt to break all my ribs in one blow and severely wound my heart.

However, the pitch-black long sword is as thin as a cicada's wing and as light as a goose feather.As long as I slightly adjust the posture of my wrist, the blade will seal the direction of the fist bombardment-this punch is more difficult to retract than a surprise attack.As a result, Lixiang swung his fist towards the long sword by himself.Then the space was divided, and her fist and the premise were divided into two halves like cutting a tomato.

Blood spurted out from my blood pressure and splashed on my face and clothes.The pain in the body and the style of the space made it impossible for the boxing to continue, forcing her to retreat.I licked the blood on the corner of my mouth - the dragon's intuition told me that this is the taste of ordinary humans. Although it contains some magical power, it is very rare, and it can be regarded as a rookie magician.

"Senior!" Lixiang was also loved, and her maiden, the purple-haired girl named "Matthew", rushed over with her shield.

But Lixiang raised her right hand, and was instantly repaired by the arm cut from the middle, and stopped her: "I'm fine, Matthew. As usual, just watch from behind. Fighting is very dangerous. I can't let you get involved any danger."

Matthew stopped, pursed his lips, and finally took a few steps back.

Li Xiang asked me with a gloomy face, "You know what? Mordred, you are the first person to make me bleed."

"Of course I know. I also know that I was the first to kill you." I held the long sword, ignoring the blood on my face and short-sleeved shirt, smiling politely and impeccably: "Like You, a god of disaster stuffed into a human body forcibly, should have died from the beginning. You are still alive, don’t you know how much trouble you have caused everyone? You like to use disinfectant water and bacteria as metaphors, but You don't seem to know that you are the bacteria."

Lixiang didn't respond to my words.

She focused all her attention on my sword.

Albion's sharp claws are enough to dig out the inner and outer structures of the world, and thus have the concept of breaking through all defenses and cutting off the space itself.This concept has been continuously extended and strengthened, and finally formed this sword.

Although there is still a certain gap with the holy sword used by the father, it is indeed the top weapon.

"So, what happened to your sword?" Lixiang asked.

"You have taken the initiative to attack, do you still think I will explain?" I said half-mockingly, "And, even if you explain, with your illogical thinking and non-rational consciousness, can you really understand it?" ? In the end, aren’t you just like a child, you can continue to do whatever you want?”

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I'll kill you anyway."

"Your future is determined by yourself, Fujimaru Tachika. You will be killed by me, just as you see."

Li Xiang's figure disappeared again.She continued the previous tactics, pure speed, pure violence.

However, the "supreme technique" that my father taught me is the most restrained method of warfare.

Every time she punches, she will be blocked by the sword, and the result is naturally constant injuries and constant fighting.

The power of God of Misfortune allows her to reset the state of her body, no matter how much flesh and bones fall to the ground, it will not affect her fighting.The endless blood on my body makes me feel uncomfortable—but, if even this can’t be overcome【}

After trying for a long time and many times, Lixiang's attacks were all resolved by me one by one.

The battle turned into a war of attrition.On my side, I just need to adjust the position of the sword, while Lixiang has to fight with all his strength and reset his body state.In this endless battle, I am sure of victory.

I don't know how long it took, when every inch of my body was covered with blood, Li Xiang finally stopped.

She wasn't short of breath, or tired in any way, and seemed to just give up because she was bored.

"Sure enough, your sword is too tricky. If it were an ordinary sword, I would definitely be able to break it easily."

"It's your body that's holding you back, Lixiang. If the speed is three times faster, I won't be able to react in time."

"Ah, indeed...but I really like my current body." After a pause, Lixiang smiled, and turned to look at the witch who served her behind—Matthew. "Because Matthew likes it, so I like it very much. It's very simple. If Matthew gets tired of it one day, I might change to a more powerful body."

"That's why I didn't kill you. If your body dies, you will be truly liberated. At that time, it will not be the human being Fujimaru Tachika who is fighting me, but something else."

The difference is just like the similarities and differences between the existence of Jeanne and the fragments of God of Disaster.

Although they are called Gods of Misfortune, they are destined to be the channel connecting the two dimensions, but their thoughts, cognition, and memory still follow the identity itself.

No matter how evil her nature is, the girl in white clothes named Fujimaru Tachika in front of me is indeed the "Last Master of Humanity" who saved the history of pan-humanity—even though she doesn't need a servant to hold her back.

As before, Lixiang held his chin, recalled, and said: "Getia also said that... Mordred, you really look like Getia. Let me explain a little bit, Getia is The system itself where the 72 demon gods used by King Solomon occupied King Solomon's body for some reason, launched the plan of 'humanity burning', and created nine singularities. But in the end, in his throne space, I Blow him up."

That should be literally blowing up.

So many singularities, I'm afraid they all come from this way.

The power of God of Disaster, for ordinary people, is completely crushing level.

"It's better to say that smart people who are hostile to you will say that." I said with a smile.

"Smart people...thinking is so troublesome and tiring." Li Xiang was dejected.

"It's really troublesome, it's really tiring. So in most cases, thinking is forced."

"Interesting, was Mordred forced to grow up to this extent?"

"I can't guess." Li Xiang spread his hands, as if the blood on each of them was just an illusion.

"If you can't guess it, you can stop the fighting first." I tried to guide her... in a smart way.

"...No. I saw you killed me, so I must kill you."

"Sure enough, it has become like this... Then, I can only kill you."

"Mordred is very confident in himself?" Li Xiang asked curiously, without any trace of malice.

"Just knowing how far I can do it." I said with confidence.

"Then let's try it. I feel that I can't kill you, so let's see how to kill me instead?"

Lixiang stood still and raised his hands, which is a common karate defensive posture.

And I put the sword on my shoulder and watched her with confidence.

It is said to be observation, but it is actually a kind of procrastination.

My team is different from Chaldea's team, the presence of Lily and the landlady gives me more leeway.

Because just now, when I pretended to be a mentally ill friend like Lixiang, and communicated with her in a mentally ill way, the landlady finally realized my strategy and reminded Lily to recite the spell in secret and silently exert a state-enhancing effect on me. Arcane and magic.

Arcane is magic through mathematical interpretation.It can be used in a variety of ways, depending on the imagination of the Arcanist himself.

The landlady cast nine spells on me, including enchantment, defense, muscle strengthening, and various usages.

Lily's magic, on the other hand, is much older and more conceptual.She awakened the dragon in me and strengthened my body comprehensively.

After so many rounds of strengthening, my physical fitness is almost equal to that of my father when the spirit foundation was overloaded.

Wielding the long sword, sensing the changes in vectors and trajectories in space, I kept calculating, and using the advantages of the weapon itself, I quickly suppressed the hand-to-hand Lixiang.Her speed is indeed very fast, like lightning, but even the trajectory of lightning can be calculated—then, according to my father's swordsmanship, I wove a trap.Like a big net, covering Lixiang.The more she struggles, the more the big net restricts her movements.

In the end, when her steps and fists were all restricted, I burst out the magic power of space and expanded my own existence infinitely, like a cork blocking the water outlet of a faucet, which stopped the flow of time. Lixiang and I Reached a relative stillness—then, the pitch-black long sword flew across Lixiang's body.

Due to the inertia of time and space itself, I can only stay still for less than two seconds.

【)

The blood spurted out, the figure fell apart, the flesh and bones fell, and the existence of the human form was broken into pieces by me like cutting potatoes.I smiled, maintaining the appearance of a mental patient, watching the orange-haired girl who was cut into 17 yuan.

Her head is still intact.The eyes are gradually spreading.Death has begun to march, but has not yet reached the end.

"Miss Landlord, keep her head alive and let her die in 3 minutes. Lily, help me clean up the blood on my body. I have to meet a very important person in a while, and this is not acceptable."

They did as I said.Then, I took the phone out of my pocket.

Yes, it is indeed a mobile phone.It was in my pocket all the time, but was treated as if it didn't exist because of the difference in the world.When my consciousness recognizes its existence, its composition has a foundation and becomes a definite result-these are the basic settings that I have verified before.

Finding that person from my contacts, I hit the call button on the screen.

"Hello? Is that Jeanne?"

"Ah, I know this is the Belt of Obscurities. But it doesn't affect our mobile phone communication... In short, I met a guy who claims to be a god of disaster here, so hurry up and come here. You should be able to come here."

Chapter 75: Fujimaru Lixiang

◆Mordred◆

Sure enough, Jeanne arrived soon.She has a special way of coming to me.

Looking at the broken pieces on the ground, Jeanna frowned deeply.

Looking at me, he said dissatisfiedly: "... Mordred, are you kidding me?"

"She's not dead. The servants she summoned are still there, which means she still supplies magic power." I said.

"She's not a God of Misfortune, she's just been forcibly given the title of God of Misfortune. It's boring." In Jeanna's golden eyes, I don't know whether it's disgust, distress, or surprise.

"They are things like Buddha statues and god statues. Idols are created in imitation of an imaginary object. As long as an idol is enshrined, it is equivalent to enshrining a god. But in the actual process, becoming an idol itself is an object of worship by believers. The original dogma was forgotten, and the original appearance of the idol replaced the appearance of the god. In the end, the idol itself was activated, claiming to be a god, and exercising the expectations and miracles of the believers."

"You know a lot, Jeanne," I exclaimed.

Jeanna raised her head and looked proud: "Of course. I've been working hard to practice magic recently!"

"So, in fact, she has always been a human being, and she just obtained the expected power based on the imaginary God of Misfortune?"

"Not only that, but the cheater is the world itself. She has nothing to do with the God of Misfortune. It's just that after the will of that world knew the existence of the God of Misfortune, it artificially created a God of Misfortune according to the description of the God of Misfortune that was relayed." As she spoke, Jeanna He looked at Matthew who was protecting himself with a shield—she didn't step forward, presumably Lixiang had restrained her.

Jeanna continued: "That's right, just like the little girl over there, it's a product of man-made. Tell me, is she the Galahad you know?"

"Of course not. She's Matthew, she's herself," I replied.

"Restore this little girl. She is the last master of pan-human history. She can't die, and she still has a lot of things to do. If she really dies, God knows what will happen."

Hearing what Jeanna said, I looked at Lily behind me and asked, "Lily, can you do it?"