At the moment when the flame of light fell from the sky, smashing through the walls and roof, Changsun Wu's face turned pale, and for the first time, he felt that death was so close that it was so close that it could be heard clearly.

At the same time, he felt the air currents created by the rapid running of the human body, and the assassin who was holding him abruptly threw him away, striding behind him to the right.

Then it instantly disappeared in the light, and not even a trace of ash remained.

Immediately after that, there was the next doppelganger that stood in front of the light.

In that instant, the forty-two clones completely disintegrated into the most basic particles in the light, and their annihilation bought Changsun Wu less than a moment's time.

And Changsun Wu's body was still spinning in mid-air, and in the next moment, the light would cut off the waist, turning him into two speechless corpses.

As if stepping back in time, he saw the nearest assassin with a strange smile, sunny, full of eccentricity and madness.

I don't know when, the assassin's footsteps have been raised, and the last moment is just the moment when the soles of his feet are kicked out.

This time, no one shouted in unison: icanfly! But for the first time, Changsun Wu found the feeling of flying from other people's feet.

The heavy body flew out like a cannonball, and the leg was silently swallowed up by the light, disappearing without a trace.

Flying in the air, Changsun Wu's world was spinning, spinning and flying out of the corridor, out of the gate, out of the collapsed small building.

Then he fell heavily, tumbled, leaving a bloody trail on the road, and finally rolled to the side of a smirking man.

This man is constantly giggling all year round, dressed in black, but he doesn't look like a killer, but like a cosplay-loving maniac.

The madman who lost his legs and right hand is naturally Liang Chengcheng.

Flames rose from the ruins, gas leaks set the streets on fire, and the world seemed to be surrounded by fiery red, black smoke filled with black smoke, and the world became illusory and unreal in the shaking firelight.

The only thing that hasn't changed is Liang Chengcheng's stupid smile, he curiously poked at the place where Changsun Wu's arm was broken, regardless of his expression that was about to faint in pain:

"Gorilla, your arm is gone."

Tossed by him, Changsun Wu's mind that was about to faint came to his senses, panting in pain, struggling against the wall, but still stiff-mouthed: "As long as the drill is there, and the arm is gone, it is enough to count a ball, as long as there is momentum." ”

"Oh." Liang Chengcheng clasped his nose and eyes, looked at the burning ruins in the distance, and suddenly said, "I think, I'm probably dying." ”

Changsun Wu's right hand trembled, and he raised his head to look at Liang Chengcheng's face: "You are crazy, I am used to talking nonsense." Go back to your hometown and get married, and I'll talk about it when I find your drifting snow. ”

"Gorilla, I'm afraid I won't find it."

Liang Chengcheng's face was so pale that it seemed that there was no trace of blood, and his voice was choked: "I'm dying." ”

Changsun Wu was stunned, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he understood that Liang Chengcheng might really be dying.

The madman who can sing, dance and sell cuteness cries and doesn't want to die, but he is still dying.

"After I die, what if I don't see tomorrow's news broadcast?"

"After entering the main god space, when have you seen that thing......"

Changsun Wu only reacted after complaining about his surname, his face was a little gloomy, and he took out his cigarette case from his trouser pocket, only to find that it had already been cut in half by Joshua's sword qi, and the tobacco had leaked into a pocket.

Inexplicably, Changsun Wu felt very annoyed.

As if he was crazy, he smashed the broken cigarette case on the ground, and Changsun Wu scolded: "Damn! Holy! Holy! Holy! ”

He didn't know who to scold, but he suddenly felt that his teammate, this very nervous friend, was going to die.

He was sad.

Liang Chengcheng watched the broken cigarette case bouncing on the ground, and suddenly laughed, he had a new inspiration.

He struggled and crawled hard, rubbed on the ground next to Changsun Wu, poked his broken wound with his only remaining hand, and smirked:

"I'm going to give you a nice ......"

―――――― on the already congested highway, an ordinary car had been parked on the side of the road for a long time, ignoring the surging and frantic flow of people, and was not affected by the crazy mental power places that covered the entire city.

Silent and silent on the road, never moving, only the melodious singing sound from the radio in the car faintly heard.

"Get up in the morning, brush your teeth and wash your face, and in the blink of an eye, ...... at 10 o'clock in the evening"

Unaffected by the hustle and bustle of the whole city, the man leaning in the driver's seat seemed to be pretending to sleep, humming the tune of a tune.

In the back seat, the two girls sitting together in silence looked out the window with some uneasiness, and couldn't help but tremble with fear in the roar of Winterwood Town.

I don't know how long it took, Liang Chengcheng in front of him opened his eyes, looked at the two uneasy girls in the rearview mirror, and said as if muttering, "Rin, Sakura." ”

Two ignorant and uneasy glances appeared in the rearview mirror, Liang Chengcheng smiled helplessly on his face, and slowly took out a bulging big bag from his arms and put it in the middle of the seat: "There are some things in it, some money, and some things that may not be very useful, and after a while, an uncle who looks like a gorilla will come to you, and he will arrange your future life." If he doesn't come, there's a bank card in it and the password is ......"

The black-haired girl raised her head uneasily, plucking up the courage to stare into his eyes: "Are you going to leave us too?" ”

"Bear child, listen to me." Liang Chengcheng looked at her impatiently, but in the end, he rarely failed, and retracted his gaze: "It's not to leave, it's just a temporary farewell." ”

As if sleepy, he lay back in the driver's seat, squinted his eyes, and listened carefully to the girl on the radio singing softly.

"Close your eyes, it's all you, sparkling ......"

He suddenly laughed, his chaotic memory was rarely clear, he remembered the woman who was haunted by his dreams, but he couldn't remember her appearance at all.

He smiled, it doesn't matter, that's it, as long as you remember...... "It's okay to say tomorrow, it's time to meet, good night......"

The feeling of sleepiness came from the depths of his soul and made his mind dizzy. In the blur, he remembered a woman's smile, and the corners of his mouth that were a little numb finally moved into a faint smile.

The sweet and immature voice continued to sing, lingering in his ears: "I will see you in my dreams, good night......"

Good night, world, good night, drifting snow.

Smiling, Liang Chengcheng fell asleep.

―――――――――――― some people are dead, but some people are still fighting and will not stop until they die.

In the sky that was already dark, it was as if stars had fallen, and there were constantly meteor-like treasures shooting out, and the roar pierced through the air and exploded.

Gilgamesh's Infinity Phantasms continued to fall from the sky, only to be shattered by Iskandar's sword.

Driving the Wheel of Kamui and bathing in the glitter of the fall of the Infinity Treasure, Iskandar's happy smile never stopped. The purple lightning continued to hold the sky with the guidance of his reins, and after breaking through the obstacles, Iskandar grew closer and closer to Gilgamesh.

Like a haughty man challenging the gods, he joyfully raised his sword, which was already full of gaps, to Gilgamesh, not discouraged, not to hesitate, not to retreat, and to shatter under his sword, and the heroic momentum spread through the sky with laughter.

Such a king stands on the earth and gallops through infinite territory, and soars in the sky to conquer the stars.

Heaven and earth, everything is a land waiting for him to conquer, this is the king of conquest, the king of conquest Iskandar!

"That's amazing, Jinguang, is this your collection? It's so enjoyable! ”

"Bastard, is that what you expect from death?"

"No, no, the only thing that deserves my pleasure is conquest, and I will plunder all your treasures after killing you, and the number of treasures is almost infinite, even in the midst of my great deeds, it will be a great harvest!"

"How dare you covet my treasure, your arrogance makes me laugh." The queen above Vimona sneered and waved her hand, and the infinite treasures shot out, flying like a rainstorm.

Bathed in the light of the rainstorm of Noble Phantasms, Iskandar laughed wildly and swung his sword, and streamers of light shattered on his sword, bouncing off his bronzed skin even if it hit his body directly.

Like Achilles who bathed in the waters of the River Styx, under the supply of magic power, even Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm projection could not penetrate it, and with all his strength, it could only cut tiny, almost imperceptible wounds.

It was such a slight wound that made Iskandar's smile even wilder: "It's not enough! Not enough! O golden light! Is that all you have to do? This level of power can't stop my path at all! ”

The blood of the gods burned in his body, and he rode in a chariot, and the king of conquest galloping in the sky could not stop it.

It shattered the sky like a meteorite, and purple thunder shot out!

"Arrogant and shallow." Faced with the terrible scene that seemed to be shattering in the sky, Gilgamesh sat on the flying boat 'Vimana', her red eyes reflected in the purple electric light, and the cold and majestic queen smiled mockingly.

"I am the king of the olds, the owner of the world, and I own the sky and the earth, the storms and the floods." Her hand propped up her delicate chin: "Do you want me to back down just by charging?" ”

"Get out into the mud, crawler!"

Infinite Noble Phantasmies suddenly appeared, and the cold light gathered together, as if the stars in the sky were converging, and the Milky Way rushed, tilting out of the Babylonian treasury, endless, turning into a torrent!

The light of death and metal rushed in, and the purple electric light was like a giant sword that slashed through the torrent, unstoppably advancing slowly in the reverse current.

Reflecting the flash of the stars, each treasure projected a cold edge, and Iskandar's sword-wielding arm, which was engulfed in this sea of blades, never trembled, even if there were narrow wounds in the continuous projection, it never wavered.

Suddenly, the shouts of the conquering king suddenly sounded in the midst of the raging torrent, and the voice turned into steel in the heroic and high-pitched shouts, carrying infinite fighting spirit and exploding.

A storm of magic burst into flames, shattering the torrent and falling stars under the slash of the conqueror's gap-filled sword.

(To be continued)