The backlightsarene that had already been activated could not be broken, and the intersection of the cursed magic spear and the backlightsant was the time of defeat, and Cu Chulainn knew very well.

If there is a treasure that is not lost to the Sword of the God of War, it can only be a person with multiple lives, or an automatic resurrection treasure, such as Berserker.

Cú Chulainn did not have such a Noble Phantasm, and still launched a challenge on the premise that the Backlight Sword could crack all the Noble Phantasms.

"Cúchulainn!?"

The heart was beating, and Gollum, who was in a fierce confrontation with the Aries Palace, sensed the danger of Cuchulainn, perhaps because of Skaha, the feelings between the heroic spirits also entered this body, and Gollum had no way to watch Kuchulainn being pierced by the backlightsaber.

However, it is still too late.

The sword of the god of war pierced through Cú Chulainn's chest, and his heart cracked.

"That, the master's rune has a spell to bring the dead back to life, help me save her."

Cú Chulainn's voice rang in the ears of the grunt.

"Cú Chulainn, you..."

"It's okay, just pull me after you win."

Even though he was close to death, Cú Chulainn's voice was still very hearty, recalling that life was all rugged, and no one could replace anyone, but if he could save others, the regrets left by his youth would be nothing.

"I see."

Gudazi bit her lip, not letting herself be dominated by emotions, and the story that occupied her mind involuntarily emerged, which belonged to Shi Jiang's memory.

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"Maybe, I'm hoping to be killed by you—"

The witch of the Shadow Country, unhurried, smiling prayerfully.

That was when she got the magic spear, and Queen Skaha was no longer human. She is proficient in martial arts and demonic ways, and has slaughtered too many people, gods, and undead. Kuran's fierce dog, the only woman admired by the master, was already destined to die alone.

The witch's realm was separated from the present world and became the realm of the dead. The consequence of being too close to God as a human being will be accepted neither in the present world nor in the netherworld.

"Wouldn't it be better if we died before it became like this?"

The witch smiled in the shadowed courtyard, and the beloved apprentice who had not yet escaped the appearance of a young man had taken the fastest way to her city.

Skaha had many disciples, but only Cú Chulainn was special, most of whom could not even remember her name, and only this beloved disciple, both in character and talent, she liked very much.

Dedicated to teaching her martial arts, she believes that her beloved disciple can become a great hero who will amaze the world and carry forward the magic spear.

Sure enough, Cuchulainn, who walked out of the Shadow Country, became the world-famous Child of Light in just two years, and the heroic deeds of the Disciple became Skaha's favorite topic to listen to.

But she never imagined that it was only the third year, and what came was the nightmare of her lover's death.

The enemy queen Maeve designed Cúchulainn to break his oath and create the most powerful twenty-eight warriors, and in the final battlefield, Cúchulainn was pierced through the heart by his own magic spear.

A magic spear that takes the life of a loved one.

This was the life of the Spear of Thorns, both for Cúchulainn and for Skaha.

Since that day, Skaha has been in the dust of the Shadow Country.

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Convinced of his victory, Bazet hit the Sword of the God of War faster than the enemy's gun, and at this moment, the enemy's attack would be considered as unlaunched and destroyed.

This is the principle of the world, the natural result of abiding by the absolute order of time.

However, the player of order will eventually be played with by order, and the concept will be cracked by the concept.

The spell of time, Cú Chulainn also possessed.

The spear of thorns that reversed cause and effect, with a lightning blow, turned into a thousand thorns and shattered Bazet's heart the moment it stabbed his heart.

"This, this gun..."

Pain and surprise, but the dusty memories were opened.

If the backlightsaber is a spell that reverses order, then the Spear of Thorns is a cursed spear that reverses cause and effect, and the moment you call with your real name, the cursed spear has already received the result of "hitting the heart".

Then, even if you return to the spear that was launched, it would be in vain to defeat Cuchulainn, and "have hit the heart" with this result, no matter what the situation, faithfully fulfills its mission, the real spear of cause and effect.

It's a clash of rules and rules, and being pierced through the heart by this gun, only to discover your stupidity, the person who fought with her is the only one in the world who can fight order head-on.

"Cú Chulainn, I..."

Although it was only a little bit away, Bazet couldn't reach it with all his might.

"Repent, your stupid head is too much for people to put down."

The gun was drawn, and with a clatter, something fell to the ground, and Bazette, unable to support his body, collapsed in a pool of blood, and saw the earrings that fell to the ground with his dying pupils.

I remembered, I remembered everything.

It was with this earring that Bazet summoned Cú Chulainn, the legendary hero who took up most of his life.

Something she didn't want to lose, even if this action would cut the rest of her life in half, but only this earring she didn't want to lose.

Falling to the ground, Bazet tried to reach into his pocket, but his wrist could no longer move, and he could not take out the amulet.

The duel between the Backlightsaber and the Spear of Thorns ended in the same fate, with both Cúchulainn and Bazet's hearts shattered.

"I'm sorry~~"

Seeing the struggling master and Cú Chulainn, Bazet was speechless and could only meditate in his heart.

There was a hole in the chest, and some warm things spilled on the wound, and at the same time, cold things took the opportunity to invade, feeling a little terrifying and at the same time, but also a little stable.

This is death.

A little pain, a little calm, a peaceful darkness.

The hell she had experienced, the bottom of the oil pot made of the resentment of the dead and hatred of the living, was very uncomfortable.

But this is also the punishment he deserves, although he didn't mean to, but his hands are stained with blood.

But after waiting for a long time, Bazet's consciousness did not die, she didn't understand, if the heart was shattered, humans would die anyway, but she felt that it had been a long time, and she did not fall into darkness.

Why?

"Hey, Bazet, wake up!"

A familiar voice, the admired hero, the former Servant, had called her many times in a hearty voice.

Confused and incomprehensible, Bazette opened his eyes in confusion and saw a bloodstained Cuchulainn standing in front of her, looking at her with a familiar smile.