While talking, the sharp Nodachi gradually cut across Xuanwu Gaoyue's cheek, piercing out patches of blood.

"Of course, I can also take away your ability to judge your own memory that was taken away by the goblin."

At this moment, hearing such words, Xuanwu Gaoyue's face was full of horror.

"How?"

Gilgamesh continued to ask, with an unprecedented sense of coercion in his words.

Xuanwu Gaoyue also trembled slightly, her face full of aggrieved expressions.

It wasn't until this moment that Gilgamesh realized his mistake. He smiled awkwardly, and then lifted the pressure from the circle, allowing the Book of False Gods to have the ability to open its mouth.

"I am willing!"

He responded loudly, expressing his heart hastily.

"As long as I can get back my memory, I am willing to help you and become your subordinate."

The profound meaning in those words made Gilgamesh feel a little afraid.

This man, for his own memory, is really unscrupulous.

Sad guy.

The Book of False Gods, Xuanwu Gaoyue, was captured by fairies when he was young, but he had already awakened the power of the Book of False Gods, so he easily killed all the fairies.

But it was precisely because of this that he was deprived of the ability to confirm his own memory by the angry goblin.

Xuanwu Gaoyue can no longer confirm whether his memory is real, he can't be sure whether his memory is credible, and he has completely lost himself.

Therefore, his purpose is to realize wishes for everyone, and to complete the missing part of himself through the memory of others.

Of course, Xuanwu Gaoyue will fulfill their wishes in an extremely cruel way for anyone who makes wishes to him, and will be willing to do so.

"Then, I will accept your wish."

Gilgamesh said contemptuously, his figure disappeared into the rainy night again, completely disappearing without a trace.

All that was left was the roar of the Harley motorcycle, which could be heard endlessly.

"Is that so?"

The corners of Xuanwu Gaoyue's mouth slightly raised, a slight smile appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry, Araya Soren."

While talking, he packed up the documents and files that fell on the ground, and walked towards Liyuan Women's College.

However, he saw Miyazuki Risu who was hiding behind the door and watching the battle.

The man grinned sinisterly and said to the girl.

"Forget it, your memory, hand it over."

The next moment, the rainy night returned to silence.

On a rainy night, in the Hall of Garan.

The roar of the locomotive came from outside the magic workshop, causing Aoqi Chengzi to show a bit of bitterness on his face.

"Hey, what about the two ceremonies?"

The blond employee asked without a trace of self-cultivation, with a teasing smile on his face.

"Don't you know?"

As she spoke, Aozaki orange put on her coat that had been strengthened by magic spells.

Listening to her response, Gilgamesh is no longer pretending to be deep.

He sat casually on the sofa beside him and opened the unfinished red wine.

"But ah."

He spoke softly, his words were full of ridicule and ridicule.

"If you are mere, if you go to that Ogawa apartment, you will definitely be killed by Araya Soren."

There was a little comfort in those words, but more sarcasm.

"So, don't seek your own death, Cheng Zi, you are still so weak and vulnerable to a single blow relying solely on a projection monster."

However, Aoqi Chengzi didn't show any anger, she just said coldly.

"Yeah, that's right."

The female magician acknowledged Gilgamesh's words, but responded with a little disdain.

"But this responsibility is mine, and I must end it. I will not abandon the two ceremonies no matter what."

Those words were full of coldness and calmness, as well as a little pride.

Belonging to the famous Far East magic family, the glory of the magician family 'Aozaki'!

Hearing these words, Gilgamesh no longer stopped him, and silently watched the 270 women leave.

"The next time I see it, it will be another backup of yours, Aozaki."

He spoke softly, his words full of emotion.

However, the woman didn't respond to anything. The white windbreaker was submerged in the rain and completely disappeared into the night.

"I, too, should do something."

While speaking, Gilgamesh stood up gently, and picked up the Bizen Osama Hikaru at hand.

He looked at the corner of the house with contemptuous eyes.

There, there is the phantom of the familiar.

"Aruba, let's fight, bastard!"

He taunted disdainfully, and then lightly waved the Nodachi in his hand. The familiar who specialized in reconnaissance couldn't resist for a moment, and was easily cut in two.

"Weak scum."

He cursed in a low voice, and then opened the door of Garan Hall.

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