Chains, chains of the sky.

For the first time, Archer Gilgamesh looked with interest at the Berserker bound in front of him. The huge body was completely locked in the air by golden chains. You can't see who holds the chains, you can't see who threw the chains, you can only see the people locked in the chains.

From the Greek mythology of Hercules, the son of Zeus, Hercules.

"The more powerful the divinity, the more difficult it is to break free from the chains." Archer Gilgamesh smiled, still floating in the air, dismissive of Berserker's gaze.

"Are you angry? Are you resentful? Look at my face and say it? ”

The king named Hero tilted his head lightly and looked at the berserker in front of him with interest.

Having never suffered such an insult, anger can make people powerful. How could a god with enough strength to carry the sky be bound by chains in a daze?

When! When!

The chains began to moan in pain, and the chain-covered berserker roared angrily, his hands completely bound by the chains, constantly tugging at each side.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! Burst! ”

Countless tiny wounds, like a volcano that suddenly erupted, burst open on Berserker's body. Blood poured out of the tiny wound, soaking through the chains that bound Berserker.

Hercules is infinite and will never run out.

So Archer Gilgamesh laughed even more happily, only to hear him slowly raise his hand, look at the Heroic Spirit in front of him with some disdain, and say, "Do you want to defile the king's treasure with your own filthy blood?" ”

Presumptuous questions, in exchange for only the anger of the warriors. Berserker's eyes widened, and his hands tugged at the chains on his body. As if by sense, the chains began to tighten and tighten, and became deeper and deeper into the black skin of the Berserker, giving the hero a blood-colored coat.

Smack......

A drop of blood slid down the chain from the sky and dripped on the vast earth, staining a small green grass.

"It's useless, it's useless. Because of the divinity you contain, you will never be able to break free from my chains. Greet you. Only death, death. ”

The ancient king looked at the hero in front of him indifferently, there was no shame in his eyes, not even a trace of sadness. Such a method is really despicable and shameless in a duel, but what is the king?

"It is only the chess pieces in my hands that will shout and fight in a fair duel, and the king is the one who bears all the sins and does all the good. The one who destroys everything. ”

Archer Gilgamesh raised his right hand high, and the golden Noble Phantasm that filled the entire sky was as if it had slaughtered countless capitals and brought countless fears to the king. Like an army that brought innumerable treasures and innumerable glory, stood quietly and waited. And then......

"I'm the king, the referee...... You defeated me in a duel of warriors, and then ...... Angered me. ...... sentenced to prison in this way"

The right hand raised high. Swing down!

"Death penalty!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions erupted in the air, one with a thud, a thousand horses charging, the thick hooves of the subway constantly trampling on Berserker's chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound continued, and it began to scurry, and a burst of blood mist erupted in the air. The body of the twelve trials began its first death. In just the next second, the corpse began to come back to life. The wounds on his body began to recover, the wounds had scabbed over, and the skin was as hard as iron again.

Then, it ruptures again.

The blood erupted like a large fireworks. Adds a bright touch of blood to the glittering golden sky.

"Roar!!"

Berserker was still roaring, like blood spurting from his body, like a punishment that Gilgamesh ignored. As long as there is no death, it will not stop. The flame that belonged to the warrior was burning, constantly burning.

Life is so beautiful to be able to bloom such beautiful flowers.

Archer Gilgamesh is smiling, as if admiring the budding flowers in the royal garden, slowly stretching out in the breeze to reveal her slender flower center.

"So ugly, yet so beautiful. No matter how many times you taste the blood of a warrior, it will be as intoxicating as fine wine. ”

Archer's eyes lit up, and he gestured to Berserker's shoulder.

Boom!

Dozens of golden treasures struck the hero's shoulder, breaking off from beginning to end.

Fingers begin to move.

Boom!

This time it's the hero's legs.

"It's a wonderful roar, like the sound of a flower blooming."

Archer Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes, he couldn't see what was in front of him, but he saw everything in his mind.

The flowers, blown by the breeze, were gently trembling, and then, about to open, it was already possible to see the dew silently sliding down the petals.

"Not a good opponent, but a beautiful flower."

Archer Gilgamesh closed his eyes and paced past Berserker.

The king came from the sky, and flowers bloomed behind him.

Boom!

With a soft sound, Illya fell to her knees in a godless manner, looking at the bright red blood flowers that suddenly bloomed in the sky, covering the golden light in the sky, rendering the sky a red color.

“berserker！”

The girl cried out loudly at this moment, and tears poured down her eyes and dripped to the ground.

Click......

With a soft sound, Archer's golden armor stepped on the ground for the first time. The king raised his chin slightly, nothing could make him look at it seriously, even if it was a rare glory.

"Are you ready to die, little girl?"

Standing in front of Illya, Archer asked calmly.

Smack.

The little girl's tears fell to the ground. The next second it suddenly started raining.

Smack...... Smack...... Smack......

Countless blood, scattered from the sky, turned into blood and water, moistening the boundless earth. Archer Gilgamesh squinted slightly, realizing the rare tranquility around her.

A kind of tranquility in the rain of blood.

The king's snow-white cloak began to stain with blood, and the golden armor began to grow more scarlet spots. The golden gauntlet slowly lifted and lay flat in front of Illya.

"It's a beautiful flower, and it's really unsettling not to destroy her."

Archer Gilgamesh's hand jerked forward. Pull out the heart!

"Bang!"

The air exploded, and Illya looked up in disbelief, only to find that all she could see was blood. Other than that, nothing can be seen.

The girl blinked hard, trying to see what was in front of her.

Someone...... Have you come to save yourself?

The girl thought to herself, and she couldn't help but feel hopeful. A hope that is meager but will not be extinguished.

Should...... Someone will come to save themselves, right? Someone blocked that archer, right?

Someone, someone must be blocking him! Saved yourself! Just berserker...... Thinking...... Thinking about it, the little girl's eyes couldn't help but moisten. Little by little, the water vapor gathered in her eyes, little by little, washing away the blood that had just filled her field of vision.

In the future, you should be able to see it!

The girl couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, trying to see further. Clearer.

And then...... She heard laughter. A low laugh, then a slow amplification. The laughter was low at first like a suppressed thunderclap, and then lightning burst across the sky. Explosion, explosion. Constantly exploding!

Laughter, unbridled laughter.

"Haha It can hurt me! It's amazing! It's amazing! ”

This...... The girl finally opened her eyes and saw what was in front of her.

No one. No, there are people. There is only one person.

A man in golden armor standing in front of him.

The one who killed the Berserker, the one who just laughed wildly, the one who ...... The man who is like the devil! His face was contorted, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth, which made him smile even more.

"Really...... That's amazing! ”

Archer Gilgamesh slowly lowered her head, and Illya saw his abdomen for the first time.

There's a hand there.

He held a golden chain in his hand.

The chain passed through Archer's belly and came to Illya's body.

"At the last moment, you dare to break my chains." Archer Gilgamesh smiled, bent over with a smile, and then jerked his head up to meet Illya's eyes.

"Want to cry? I want to ask why there is no hope? I want to ask why I am so desperate? ”

Archer Gilgamesh said with a smile.

Illya opened her mouth, and as soon as the voice came out of her mouth, suddenly the whole person was already erect, and she was forced to raise it a little

"Poof!"

The hand had been withdrawn from the girl's chest, and the little girl fell to the ground with a thud.

Bang bang, bang bang......

His heart was beating in the palm of Archer's Gilgamesh, and he looked at the fallen corpse of Illya, and said indifferently.

"It's a pity I don't want to hear it."

Touched the wound caused by the berserker that pierced through the abdomen. Archer Gilgamesh disappeared before the castle.

On the grass in front of the castle, there was a stout heart beating slowly, unyieldingly, angrily, regretfully.

The warriors were defeated at the end of the day.

Suddenly, a black figure moved rapidly, flashing out of the shadows and disappearing into the shadows until the last moment, when it came to the beating heart.

Mouth...... Down the throat......

Goo!

The black shadow slowly raised his head, his face in a white skull mask was expressionless, but his man had already fallen to his knees, and then swelled, swelled, as if it was about to explode in the next second.

It's just that...... Such a strange scene stopped at the very end.

The black shadow like a mountain stretched out his left hand and touched his strong heart, and indifferently looked at the large patch of blood in front of him, which disappeared again.

Berserker, master Illia Sfil? Feng? Einzbellen died. (To be continued......)

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