The big mushroom kept spitting out black mud, and the black mud turned black again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThese black people are like severe cerebral thrombosis patients at the beginning, they can't walk well, and they can shake their feet in their faces. But as wave after wave of blacks were created, they were also changing unconsciously.

First he had weapons in his hands, then he slowly understood attack and defense, and then he even had martial arts, and now it can be said that he has become a tacit army.

At first, Emiya Kiritsugu and his party were able to beat each other, but now the situation has completely reversed, and they have become the one who was beaten. Although they still have the advantage in individual combat effectiveness, they can't stand the endless blacks and are not afraid of death, and if this continues, it is only a matter of time before the group is wiped out!

A cold wind blew, and the steel sword swung out a white light, cutting off countless heads in an instant.

"There are too many of them, it's not the way to go on like this!" Enomiya Kiritsugu took the opportunity to change the magazine.

"Yes, yes, of course I do. Yingluo said breathlessly. These blacks do not seem to have intelligence, so they are not judged to be opponents, and the blood stains thrown by the wounded will be swallowed up by the black mud, leaving no trace.

The two inherent skills have been sealed, and although Yingluo is very strong now, it is still a force within the specifications, and the big mushroom in front of him, no matter how you look at it, is not something that can be solved by conventional force.

There really has to be a way, otherwise let these blacks evolve, and if they come up with some hot weapons, it will be a lot of fun. The planes and cannons bombarded indiscriminately, and Yingluo had to kneel.

"The world is terminally ill, destruction is healing! Spread, spread, the evil of this world, to heal this world!" With the sound of the big mushroom, another large puddle of black mud fell, and in a burst of wriggling, it turned into a human form, holding a variety of weapons, and rushed up again.

After turning into a humanoid, they will be affected by inhibition, and killing them is like destroying black mud, but the speed of destruction is far from keeping up with the speed at which the mushroom spews outward. And the mushroom seems to be learning gradually, and will even deliberately separate Yingluo from Emiya Kiritsu, intending to break them individually.

"What the hell is this?" asked Yingluo as he cut off the head.

"I have been to the inside of the Holy Grail, which has a will of its own. Emiya Kiritsugu took time out of his time to reply, after shooting a black man in the head.

"Is it a will born under powerful magic, isn't it a god?"

"Whether it's a god or not, it's a situation of immortality now!" The black man was cleared again, Yingluo wiped the beads of sweat from his chin, and glanced at Yan Fengqili: "Anyway, aren't you enjoying it now?"

Enjoying it? Yan Feng bowed for a moment.

Yes, there has never been such a good time, you don't have to think about your demeanor, you don't have to care about your reputation, you just keep killing. Whether it is one's own life or the enemy's life, it is like tissue paper, as long as you stab it lightly, you can be completely destroyed.

Is...... Pleasant!

Seeing the corners of Yan Fengqili's curved mouth, Yingluo also laughed. Although the other party is not a good person, he is not a bad person either. It can only be said that he was born a warrior, a natural sword. The only pity is that he was born in the wrong era, and if he was at the end of the shogunate, he would probably be a famous swordsman.

"Cover me!" Yingluo said, "There is no point in dealing with these minions, I am going to attack that big mushroom directly!"

Yan Feng Qili conjured up a new black key, and Emiya Kiritsugu also finished loading. The two looked at each other, nodded, and stood on either side of Yingluo, and then the three of them rushed forward together.

Mushrooms are the body, and there is no point in entangling with these black people, and both Emiya Kiritsugu and Yan Feng Qili understand this. So I don't need to communicate too much, and I don't have any worries and worries, just do what I want to do with my heart.

Kiritsugu Emiya does not intend to sacrifice anyone again, but uses his own strength to save the world, as if he is a partner in justice and represents the good side of human nature.

Yan Feng Qili is a clergyman, but he wants to kill gods. It is not to seize the godhead, but to relax one's selfish desires, which represents the evil side of human nature.

The two who were supposed to be opposites, under the influence of Yingluo, joined forces and became comrades-in-arms who fought side by side.

But good and evil are the product of subjective judgment, and perhaps a different perspective will produce diametrically opposite situations.

So Yingluo never thinks about good and evil, if you like it, you will protect it, and if you hate it, you will destroy it, it's so simple, isn't it good?

There are still many beautiful places in the world, and she likes it, so at this moment she stands up to protect the world, even if it is at the expense of herself.

I may be called a heroic idiot by others, but so what, of course my life is up to me!

When I want to die, I gladly die, and when I want to live, I struggle to survive.

If you can't even control life and death, what is the meaning of life?

I am a dragon, soaring above the nine heavens, crisscrossing between life and death!

Emiya Kiritsugu and Kinmine Kiri teamed up to open a one-hop path and send the dragon into the sky.

"Thank you!" Ying Luo flew up, the steel sword in his hand kept trembling, as if it could also feel the surging mood of its master at the moment, and became eager to try.

Well, in order to live, I will abandon my life!

Ying Luo came directly above the mushroom, and below was the pitch-black black mud. She was whereabouts, but she didn't know it.

It was not yet time, she did not rush to draw her sword, but carefully felt the malice and terror emanating from the black mud. The skin is stinging like a pinprick, the pores are erected, and the black mud seems to be the other side of life, full of death!

Is this what death feels like?

Heavy, depressing, gloomy, lonely!

It's horrible!

Ying Luo opened her eyes, the tentacles of the black mud could already reach her cheeks, and the steel sword stopped trembling.

Only by feeling the horror of death can we appreciate the beauty of life more and more.

My sword is heavier!

"Sky Soar Dragon Flash!"

Having crossed life and death, carrying the weight of life, the swordsmanship that has been passed down from the ancient battlefield has exerted its greatest power.

The ancestor of the Flying Sword Stream, it was precisely because he felt the same thing that he created such a sword technique!

Although it is a murderous trick, it is the skill of the living!

Taste it, the world is not only divided into good and evil, but also countless emotions contained in it!

The mushroom was flattened under the pressure of the huge wind, and it was just an ordinary knife, but it could cut off the magic power. Ying Luo entered the black mud, but the surging sword qi squeezed the black mud away, and not a drop seemed to contaminate her body.

With a flash of light, the mushroom let out a miserable cry, and Yingluo burst out of its abdomen, bringing out a large canopy of black mud, and then disappeared as if it had been scorched by an invisible flame.

The steel sword squeaked, evaporating the black mud from the sword's body, and Yingluo turned around with a gasp and looked at the mushroom.

With just one hit, a third of the mushroom's volume disappears, which means that two more attacks like the one just now can completely deal with this thing.

But......

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at Yingluo's still trembling hands and sweaty forehead, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?" Although he doesn't play games, he also knows that the ultimate is not a casual one.

"Don't worry!" Yingluo gave a thumbs up: "I will go beyond the limit again!"

The mushroom had regained its shape, and once again a large patch of black mud was sprayed, and the black mud wriggled and gradually took shape.

"Is this another trick?" Yan Feng Qili said expressionlessly: "I don't even understand how to be flexible, and it's really not a god." ”

Surprisingly, Black Mud didn't turn into a plural crowd this time, just one person.

But this one person brought more pressure than the dozens of people just now.

The original silver armor turned black, the smooth edges were as sharp as a blade, and even the golden holy sword was now infected with red and black colors.

Feeling the huge momentum coming from the other party, Yingluo swallowed his saliva, looked at Weigong Kiritsu, and then looked at Yan Feng Qili, and said helplessly: "The crow beaks of the two of you are on par!"