“saber…… Please help Kiritsugu win this victory......"

On the verge of completely losing her sense of the body, Alice Field's voice was pure and gentle, tenderly killing Saber's unspoken words.

"This is my last request."

The last tenderness, she left to Emiya Kiritsugu, she may understand a certain affection that the knight king has for herself; But just before she died, she didn't give Saber a chance to speak, and gave the last of her tenderness to Kiritsugu Emiya, who never showed up.

The last breath was about to break, and she waited for Saber's answer.

"I obey your wishes, and I will personally deliver the Holy Grail to the hands of Emiya Kiritsugu with my dignity, my surname, and the glory of my knighthood."

Saber found that there was no pain as he imagined at this moment, and there was no more torment in the past, Alice Phil helped him preserve the majesty of the King of Knights from beginning to end, and it was this woman who allowed him to say this as a saber so naturally, but it could only be saber.

Not King Arthur, not Atolis, just Saber.

The King of Knights had promised, and after that there was a long silence so quiet that Saber wanted to cry.

"Etude ......"

He probably understood something, his fingers trembling, trying to caress the strand of silver hair in front of him.

The trembling fingers finally touched the cold silver hair that had lost its last temperature, and the irretrievable and unquestionable result was revealed before his eyes at this moment.

Anger, pain, sorrow, admiration, or something else made him cover his face and fall to his knees, letting out a faint cry like a dying beast in a cage.

"I'm ...... I'm in love with you......"

He had finally said what he wanted to say, but he had missed it forever.

At the other end of the battlefield, Emiya Kiritsugu, hidden in a ravine with a gun in his arms, raised his head to look at the gloomy sky, his eyes sad but determined.

There were no tears, no tears, and no tears.

He is the messenger of justice, Kiritsugu Emiya, and there are many more things waiting for him to do.

…… The sound of a fierce wind sounded from the confined space, and in the small concrete buildings, the wind was cold.

In the silent struggle, Changsun Wu's body kept moving in the small room, dodging Joshua's alchemy steel sword, desperately trying to leave a wound on his body to knock Joshua down.

Joshua hadn't moved the whole time, and perhaps he didn't even have the strength to move.

The withered half of his body shrank like a demon, and the right half of his body was covered with various broken and bruised scars.

Tomorrow morning, he was about to run out of strength, and when he was out of the environment of the life support cabin, the failing internal organs had begun to shrink and rupture, and the violent blood flow and the organs that produced the flow in the waist had begun to show signs of instability.

It's like a machine, the engine is overclocking and about to die, the pipeline is aging and broken, and most of the organization is completely destroyed, but the ability to wield the sword is still left.

The last luck, but also the last strength, Joshua is like a tireless machine constantly swinging his long sword, and the sword qi is intertwined.

Even if he can use his strength to the limit, organ failure cannot bear the increase of the desolate noble, but just using the most basic sword skills is enough to remain undefeated under the attack of Changsun Wu.

It's just undefeated.

Although Joshua didn't care about his surname, he was more concerned about the running life support pod behind him.

It's not that he can't move, it's possible that he can't move.

As soon as the slightest gap was revealed, the Martial Dao Tiger would smash the life support pod behind him to smithereens in an instant, and Rachel, who had already fallen into a faint and lacked soul, was also lost.

Therefore, he can only support the current undefeated situation, even if his palms tremble so much that he can no longer hold the hilt of the sword, he can't give up.

The silent room was devoid of any human voices, only silent fighting.

The bloodied Changsun Wu on his hands still did not stop the urge to attack, in fact, his current body really did not have the qualifications to compare the hardness of the sword blade.

Although the finger tiger that was temporarily exchanged had already been shattered, the hands that were wrapped around the qi were far more hard than the steel.

Drops of blood drip irregularly on the ground, but there is an invisible boundary on the ground.

Outside the boundaries is the offensive of Changsun Wu, and within the boundaries there are riots and sword qi.

No matter how ferocious Changsun Wu is, it seems that he can't invade this boundary. But Changsun Wu was not in a hurry, he was waiting, waiting for Joshua's limit.

There are limits to human beings, and even if they exceed the original limits, there are new limits waiting for them. The general organs of the body are not working, thirty percent of the bones are shattered, and half of the body is as withered as a dry corpse, even a four-star reincarnation priest can't do anything without fighting with Changsun Wu here for sixteen minutes.

The emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and although he could not win, Joshua was at least sixty percent sure that he would die with his eldest grandson.

Joshua was already doomed, and the difference was just how long he could hold out, desperate to win and fill himself in? Liang Chengcheng will not do that kind of stupid thing.

Joshua couldn't wait, but Changsun Wu, on the contrary, what he did best was waiting.

It is not difficult to wait for an opportunity to win, just like now, Joshua's speed of sword is getting slower and slower, and the general number of ways has also been figured out by Changsun Wu.

Rubbing a sword qi and jumping, Changsun Wu roamed in the narrow room like a phantom, slowly raising his index finger, and the frenzied qi was about to converge into the impact of qi.

It wasn't Joshua who was targeted, it was the life-support pod behind him, which could penetrate Rachel's skull in a split second through the steel.

It looks despicable, but Changsun Wu has a kind of natural gesture when he makes it.

In his memory, the seemingly innocent bear children were no less dangerous than the jungle guerrillas - weak was not synonymous with harmlessness, on the contrary, sometimes deadly.

Yes to yourself, but also to others.

Joshua spotted the target of Dongdongbo for the first time, his face changed suddenly, and the long sword in his hand finally blocked the trajectory of Changsun Wu's finger before the last moment came.

As a result, he was greeted by the cruel smile of Changsun Wu, as well as the figure like a cannon discharged.

In an instant, it spanned several meters, and thunder erupted in the room. Eldest Sun Wu's body was close to Joshua's arms, and then the frenzied offensive that was close at hand began.

Joshua's sword-wielding arm was shattered immediately, followed by his shoulder, ribs, neck, heart, and legs.

At the moment when the eyes of the two staggered, the cold eyes of Eldest Sun Wu saw the anger and madness in Joshua's eyes, as well as the bottomless despair.

In fact, when Joshua's long sword came out under the attack of Changsun Wu, it was only a second until life and death were separated.

When Changsun Wu's offensive stopped, a cold sword pierced through his left shoulder, and Joshua's life was over.

Changsun Wu let out a cry of pain in his throat, took two steps back, and sat on the ground with his long sword.

He didn't expect that Joshua could bite the sword and stab him in the heart at the last moment, but it was only ten centimeters off.

Ten centimeters is the difference between the heart and the left arm.

Starting from the shoulder, Changsun Wu's left arm was slashed off by Joshua's final blow, and the skin, muscles, and bones were all sliced off under the sword that condensed the last anger, madness, despair, and remorse, and finally only a layer of flesh remained.

"You're a dog!" Eldest Sun Wu was so pained that he only gasped for air, kicked Joshua's corpse away, gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword with his right hand, which still had tooth marks, but he still couldn't help but let out a scream of extreme pain.

With a thud, the black alchemy steel sword fell to the ground, and Changsun Wu's shoulder was like a few seconds about to be cut off, and a big mouth of bitterness and anger grew, like Joshua's last silent accusation.

"Accuse your sister!" Eldest Sun Wu foamed at the mouth and tore his already cumbersome left arm off his shoulder in the midst of screaming.

After carefully squeezing his left arm into the space, he didn't bother with the wound that kept spurting blood, but picked up the sword with his own blood from the ground with a trembling palm.

Sword Blade cut off Joshua's head in the next second, cruel and decisive, leaving no chance for the enemy, standard war beast style.

The angry eyes that were almost about to pop out of their sockets appeared in Changsun Wu's eyes in the rolling of his head, but he ignored them indifferently.

The rest of the matter was very simple, without hesitation, without struggling, Changsun Wu grasped Joshua's long sword, slowly pierced into the depths of the life support cabin, and then twisted his arm.

Life support fluid and blood flowed out of the crack and sprayed on Changsun Wu's hand, which did not loosen in the slightest, until the sound of the main god's prompt appeared in his ears, and he released the hilt of his sword and leaned against the wall, his face pale.

Sometimes, life and death are such ordinary and ordinary things.

"That's it."

He said calmly to the communication, and the next sentence turned into a roar of pain: "Liang justice! If you don't come in, I'll die here today! ”

Moments later, a swarm of Assassins ran into the house and began the final floor washing, cleaning up the bodies, recovering the loot, pouring gasoline, and preparing the lighters.

The three doppelgangers were responsible for helping the elder Sun Wu bandage, and then administering anesthetics, blood transfusions, and filling red bottles.

"Give me some morphine, I'm going into shock."

Changsun Wu gritted his teeth, his lips were pale, and after taking the syringe from Liang Chengcheng's hand, he poked it on his carotid artery without looking at it, and pushed the piston to the end.

The narcotic and psychedelic drugs mixed into the bloodstream and flowed down the carotid arteries into the brain, where they turned into a fluttering and vague hallucination. Changsun Wu's wound was no longer painful, and after he recovered his sanity, he smelled the smell of gasoline.

"Gasoline, what?" He looked up at Liang's doppelganger, and finally the clone with the mask of Slice 7 answered his question: "Set fire." ”

Eldest Sun Wu smelled the choking smell of gasoline and frowned: "Everyone is dead, what kind of fire?" ”

"If you don't let go of unprofessionalism, you will be a layman at first glance." Liang Zhengcheng said with a disdainful face: "Professionals do it like this" You bastard movie too much......" Changsun Wu almost didn't catch his breath, resisted the urge to vomit blood and returned to the west, gasping and said: "Carry me out." ”

After walking out of the door of the room, outside the door of the corridor, the sun was shining, and Changsun Wu saw Liang Chengcheng's body squatting on the side of the road basking in the sun, looking comfortable.

(To be continued)