Artoria stroked her hair as if nothing had happened, wiped the beads of sweat off her face, and waved her hand gently, a black gas emitted from the gap in the armor, wrapping the armor, and after a while, it was back to good again. It's an absolute defense.

Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed slightly. She sensed the "impurities" of the magic that permeated the air. I'm afraid it's not the first time Artoria has repaired the Black Armor. After all, it's just a projection, and there's still a certain gap with the original, not to mention the projection of someone like Artoria who knows almost nothing about projection magic.

However, she has almost infinite magical powers, and whether she wants to repair or re-project, it is only a matter of moments. It's simple and crude, but it's extremely effective.

Neither of them moved, staring at each other, red and gold facing each other.

"It's ugly." She scoffed.

"I don't think there were any injuries." She wasn't annoyed either, and shook her head.

Gilgamesh's bright red eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he said indifferently: "Draw your sword, I know that those little tricks can't take you." ”

"Non-...... Do you want to do that? ”

For a moment, it was really just a moment, and even made people wonder if it was an illusion, and Artoria's calm face, which could even be said to be numb, showed a trace of undetectable sadness. But the next moment, it was covered with calmness and indifference.

Delusion? Probably, no.

Gilgamesh resisted the restlessness in his heart, his face still cold, and nodded.

Devouring Darkness turned a slight angle, and aimed its sword at Artoria, waiting for Gilgamesh's order to devour everything in front of him. There is nothing it cannot devour, as long as it is greedier than anyone else.

"Come on, then." Artoria nodded in resignation, her knees slightly bent, arcing in the limited space, her hands on her left waist in a sword-drawing gesture - even though there was nothing there.

Gilgamesh seemed to lose interest and waved his hand in a mocking manner. The devouring darkness silently slashed through the light and shadow, silently slashing down at Artoria, and the light and shadow disappeared along the way.

Artoria's body tensed, and she let out a coquettish snort, and her hand slammed out. A bright light flashed, and an equally pitch-black sword stood in the way of devouring darkness.

The two swords collided together, silently, without making any sound. Everything seemed to have been plundered, there was no light, no shadow, not even how the two swords collided together, only countless sparks burst out from the place where the two swords intersected. It's like a silent drama.

Syllable.

A crisp voice sounded suddenly. It's like a password, and it's all back. A loud roar resounded through the ruined farm, and the force swept out from where the two swords intersected, taking everything that could be taken with them.

The place where Artoria had stepped collapsed, finally level with the ground around her. Gilgamesh's blonde hair was blown up by the wind and fluttered backwards along with her skirt. It's just that she didn't try to suppress this, and still looked at Artoria indifferently with her hands on her chest.

The two swords were gone, leaving not even the wreckage behind. Only Artoria and Gilgamesh knew that it was the structure they had projected that could not sustain this level of collision and broke off, and the two swords broke at the same time and disappeared.

But, these are nothing to the two of them. They can be reprojected at any time. It's just a treasure, and two people with infinite magical power don't care about this magic power at all. If it weren't for the fact that only one of the treasures could be projected, I'm afraid Gilgamesh would have to use it as a dart.

If it were the original, Gilgamesh would not have had Artoriaco. But after the baptism of the golden torrent, the place where Artoria stood was already three meters below the ground level, which was equivalent to standing in a huge pit. So she could stand up and look down on Artoria very comfortably. The sun shone behind her, enveloping her face in pitch black.

Artoria twisted her foot slightly, erasing the unevenness under her feet. She was just looking straight ahead at first, but suddenly she remembered something and looked up again. The sunlight shone into his eyes, but it only set off the gold more dazzlingly, and even Gilgamesh's face had a faint golden flash.

"Surrender, you can't win me." Gilgamesh sighed, not in that acerbic tone.

"You can't win me, and you can't stop me. If I hadn't made it happen, what was the point of me now? Artoria's tone was as indifferent as if to state a fact, "The Holy Grail has given me the strength to fulfill my wishes, given me a reason, given me the only **. It took away all my **, and naturally there was no joy, anger and sorrow. But the only thing left for me was this thought. After meeting you, this thought became even stronger, and it burned my heart all the time. Only then did I know that it was called hatred, anger, and revenge. Do you understand? ”

Artoria clenched her fists slightly, her armor rubbing against it with a heavy sound. Then his hand slammed out to his side, as if shattering the air around him, and the air was squeezed and made an unbearable air explosion. The once-vanished Sword of Pact Victory reappeared in her hand. It's just that this time, the bright red lines on the sword flashed with a dazzling red light as if it had been activated, and bursts of air fluctuations came out from the soles of Artoria's feet, which was obviously a precursor to amplifying the move.

Gilgamesh watched the scene wordlessly, took a deep breath, and clenched his hands up and down in front of him, then clenched the hilt of his sword, and an identical coercion came from under her feet.

The two coercies were intertwined and collided, only to press the earth between them thicker. Neither coercion will back down, like two hungry beasts tearing each other apart. A faint phantus appeared behind the two, just like the two of them, staring at each other indifferently, but without the slightest hatred or anger.

"Excalibur."

"silence."

Red and black intertwine, entangle, fuse, confuse. Two energies capable of destroying a city poured over each other, silently devouring everything, the earth gone, the sky gone, the sound gone, as the name of silence was. In the end, the two energies rushed towards the sky in unison and exploded in the air. After the bright light of the explosion, the originally blue sky was dyed a hellish mixture of red and black, and it seemed like the end was coming—because the sky would never be so chaotic at any time, only the end of the world.

After the bright light completely dissipated, the swords in the hands of the two disappeared again. Artoria gasped slightly, her waist straight, her forehead sticking into a bunch. And Gilgamesh was even more unbearable, and the whole person knelt on the ground, covering his stomach with his hands, and opened his mouth to vomit wildly into the god pit. The clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The mana is being used excessively, and the stamina is almost exhausted.

She didn't lose, but in terms of results, she was already defeated. Because it is no longer possible for her to use the same level of moves, and Artoria still has the strength to fight.

Artoria seemed to know this, and bowed her head and walked silently in the direction of Gilgamesh. The voice of the armor grew heavier and heavier, and each step she took was particularly slow, each step on a beat.

Gilgamesh seemed to vomit up the contents of his stomach, retching for a while before collapsing weakly and lying flat on the ground. However, she looked a little dizzy, and it was obvious that she had not recovered from vertigo. She moved her fingers with some weakness, struggling to get to her feet. It's just that the feeling of being dizzy as if she had turned dozens of times still makes her nauseous.

By the time Artoria walked up to her, she hadn't been able to do it, and could only stumble like a dead fish.

"Lost." She gave up the struggle and let out a long sigh, as if she had let go of something.

"You've lost." Artoria repeated, and the Sword of Pact Victory reappeared in her hand, held in her right hand, the tip of the sword dragging to the ground. Don't say that she no longer has the feeling of distress, even if she does, this is just a fake, even if she destroys it and recreates it.

"So what. I'll still stop you, twice if it doesn't work once, and three times if it doesn't work twice. You can't get through me without the ability to move. Gilgamesh smiled mockingly and said nonchalantly.

"Why?" Artoria looked down at Gilgamesh, her golden eyes wavering slightly.

"You can cut off both of my legs, but I'll still catch up. There's nothing you can do to stop me except to kill me, just like you. Gilgamesh said indifferently, as if the person he was talking about was not himself.

"Why. That place, is there anything else? Didn't you escape in the first place just to not go back there? Why, but now you are still protecting it. Why! ”

In the last sentence, Artoria almost roared.

"You ruined it, then...... Where is your home. I can't go back. Gilgamesh said calmly, "I'm a traitor, but you're different. As long as you leave me, you will still be the heir. You can go back. ”

"It was never my home, from the moment they deceived, they were no longer my family. Without my family, it is never my home. Why...... Why you don't understand all along. Artoria fell to her knees beside Gilgamesh, threw away the Sword of Pact Victory in her hand, and scattered the black armor on her body, and fell on Gilgamesh and wept bitterly.

Suddenly, something shattered, and a phantom of a cup appeared on Artoria's head, quietly shattering.

Is that...... Broken wishes. Her wishes, shattered.

Gilgamesh stared at the scene in a daze, then realized what had happened, closed his eyes and gently pressed his hand on Artoria's head and stroked it, leaving tears in his eyes.

She eventually succeeded.

At the end of the day, the existence of the Little Grail is only a link between the true Grail and the present world, the so-called "key". But this key is not stable, and it is very likely to be shaken and self-destructive under the impact of extremely strong energy. She's gambling that the role of the Holy Grail is not to "capture" but to "shield". As it turned out, she succeeded. Under Artoria's own vacillation and resistance, coupled with the instability of the Little Grail itself, the connection between the Great Grail and the present world was directly destroyed.

That is, the wish has lapsed.

Artoria made a wish that she would no longer repent of "that incident."

The pillar of fire at the beginning was created for this, through this destruction of the world, but was rudely stopped by Xie Xie. That's why it adopted the second method: to shield Artoria's feelings and give her the power to take revenge.

"Why...... To this extent. Artoria asked, sobbing.

"Me...... I hate people who don't keep their word the most. Gilgamesh replied with a smile.

Artoria's eyes widened, she closed her eyes, and two lines of tears rolled across her cheeks again.

"I am your sword, always pointing in front of you......" she pronounced the sentence almost word for word.

Ps: I won't break my promise, add more~ Speaking of which, QB is better at MLM than me...... It's terrible.,For a moment, I was shaken and wanted to choose Madoka in the next world.,And today is a 10,000-word update...... For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net