Chapter Eighty-Six: The Death of the Distant River (7)

"Let her go!"

This time, the master of ceremonies directly raised his long sword!

The blood-stained knight showed his prowess even more, especially since the blood on the armor came not only from his own wounds, but also from powerful and terrible enemies.

No one can ignore the threat of berserkers, you must know that the existence of berserkers is the more bloody, the more crazy they are!

Killing intent is the truest emotion.

When the woman with a bruised body appeared in front of the master of ceremonies, he suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing to his head for some reason... He knew very well that it was not just because the life and death of the other party also involved his own existence, but because of some kind of emotion that belonged to human beings and human beings accumulated through time.

He couldn't let her die.

Even if it's for the most degraded comrades...

Even if it's for the only one of its kind!

…

"Let her go?"

Gripping the black keys tightly, the priest seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

Letting Gilgamesh go one-on-one with this man was already the most unsuccessful decision he'd ever made... I knew that Lu Dao was like this, so I shouldn't have gone to find any Luo Annihilation City textbooks from Jian Tong Yanye.

At the moment when Dirty Yan used Gilles to create a flaw, he should have actually killed her who had assimilated the Magic Guide Book.

If that were the case, maybe Berserker would die in the duel with the Hero King, and certainly wouldn't have the current side of the story.

… Turning the black key at a slight angle, the sharp blade that was originally embedded in Yan Ye's body immediately more than doubled the original wound, and the red blood naturally flowed out slowly with the priest's movements. But the woman nailed to the wall didn't let out the slightest cry of pain.

But the master of ceremonies is clear... The pain is heart-wrenching.

"Do you think I'll be so stupid as a servant who appears in this world as a berserker? There's no room between us for a long time, and we kill ourselves right away, or... You can take a gamble. ”

The priest, who has at least E-rank strength, pulls down the woman who was originally nailed to the wall like a specimen! Then he put another black key on her throat.

There was a definite sound of bone cracking on the arms and the bones on the calves, and Yanye, who had been tortured for a long time without a good skin on her body, was almost unconscious, but her tearful eyes were still staring at the direction where the master of ceremonies was...

Qili's movements are very fast, so what can really capture the eyes of the wild goose night is only a short moment for the master of ceremonies...

He found no lament for misfortune in those eyes, no surrender to pain... In the autumn-like eyes, there are only endless regrets and heartfelt regrets.

Finally, Yan Ye found the original answer in the last of the most and found the meaning of his pursuit of the Holy Grail...

Whether it is regret or despair, the emotion that is about to overflow is just to achieve the salvation of that little girl.

…

Almost at the same time, on the right arm, which had a chance to be completely broken, the only remaining spell began to glow scarlet...

That is the revenge of the man called Jian Tong Yanye for this world, and it is also the swan song of this miserable woman.

- Kill the master Yanfeng Qili immediately!

The light of the indestructible lake was slightly deflected, and in a flash of streamer, the most terrifying weapon immediately disappeared in the palm of the master of ceremonies. On the other hand, for the priest, he also lost his head forever...

A thread of blood emerged from his throat and cut it perfectly—after all, it was just a human Qili who couldn't survive the loss of his head, it was the Dark Knight's sword throw that finally brought his infinite quest to a close.

However, at the same time, the war between the master of ceremonies and the wild goose night also came to an end...

The priest is an honest fellow... Just like he said before, the black key slit Yan Ye's throat before he lost his vital signs...

The deep incision cut the esophagus and trachea at the same time, and even the cervical vertebrae, which supports the head, destroyed a considerable part of it. For humans, this is an absolutely incurable injury...

"No... It's useless..."

Looking at the berserker who held him in his arms, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was constantly bleeding

"We're underestimating... It's too underestimating caster, that... This guy is actually hiding in the magic book... a part of the soul. ”

With all her might, the woman pressed her chest with her right hand, which had been almost completely broken

"I put the textbook... Conceptualized, put into the body... They naturally ... Naturally, I can't find a way to cut off the supply of mana..."

The master of ceremonies didn't say a word...

He just hugged the woman in his arms and listened carefully to her staccato story.

Yes, he knew very well the price of Yanye doing this... Those unbearable wounds, which had been tortured, were slowly reprogramming the collection of flesh pieces and tentacles.

- Completely enclosed the ability of the Luo Oblivion City Textbook, Yan Ye, who is not supported by magic, will soon turn back into the pile of carrion he saw that night, and this time, the master of ceremonies can do nothing.

So he just listened quietly, and there wasn't much time left for her...

"The last request..."

She tried hard to put her mouth to the ear of the master of ceremonies, Yan Ye, who had just lost the last spell of the last order, was no longer qualified as a master, and now she was just saying her best wish to her only best friend as a friend.

"Don't... Don't let Sakura go back to the Maki house... Dirty... Dirty inkstone, that old monster, and... Alive. ”

"I understand."

As if it had been the first night, with the dying master behind him, the Berserker stood up again... His gaze swept over the dirty inkstone of Makiri, who had been standing not far away and watched this farce. Then from the stone wall on the other side, he pulled out the treasure that had just been thrown.

"Ahlala, haven't you understood what happened before?"

The old man looked at the master of ceremonies who was approaching step by step without timidity, he had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and he no longer had an intuition about death. Because for the dirty inkstone, the flesh is just a container, and its destruction and death have long been irrelevant.

"It's a good drama, why don't you just stay there and wait for the curtain to end?"

He sneered loudly, and couldn't help but hold his crutches and point... Appreciating the enemy's angry appearance is also one of the interests of the dirty inkstone!

…

But none of this has affected the pace of the master of ceremonies.

He walked silently to the dirty inkstone, and walked silently in front of him... Then he passed by the other party in silence.

- Only the sword that has been held in his hand is stuck in the heart of the other party at the moment.

An attack that wasn't supposed to be a threat and couldn't even be given in pain had a magical effect... This fatal blow fixed the ugly and distorted face here forever!

Origin..."None".

After making the other party's magic completely invalid, the dirty inkstone naturally lost the ability to exist as a soul... In other words, his soul is like a normal person, and at the moment when the body dies, he embarks on a train to the underworld.

"Don't worry, I've done it."

At the moment when he opened his mouth like this, even the emcee himself smiled... Until now, he still couldn't tell whether his appearance was good or bad for this worldly realm. But at least, he saved one man ... It's like digging Shirou's Kiritsugu out of the rubble, and he finally finds his own salvation.

…

Of course, he didn't save the little girl who was still lying on the park bench.

The only thing he saved was the woman behind him, who had gradually stopped breathing.

…

"Bang!"

In the distant apartment, a cigarette was extinguished, and a bullet from a 30mm sniper rifle pierced the foreheads of the master of ceremonies and Yanye from a proper angle, mercilessly...

- Death, finally coming.