Fear is just an emotion, everyone has it, but sometimes it stimulates the great energy of human beings, making people run instinctively, regardless of running together. This is the result of thousands of years of human evolution.

But when it turns out that none of this works, people who are facing fear will subconsciously stop their movements.

In short, it's playing dead.

This is the most important reaction of people, and it is also the reaction that is engraved in the genes. But if there is still a glimmer of life, he will not give up no matter what.

You should be giving an order, right? Especially when you find that there is no way back behind you.

Liu Mengchao thought with a smile. Human beings are sometimes too short-sighted to see the impending crisis of the future, and only look at the desperate situation in front of them. This is not due to human intelligence, because the genes inherited from ancient times would make them desperate to make such a choice.

Especially when you find yourself with no way back.

When he first visited Liudong Temple, he discovered the alliance between the reincarnation and the Archer Gilgamesh and his party, and the idea was born from Liu Mengchao's mind.

Everything he did before was just to create a powerful and invincible image of his group. In order to defeat your own people, then choosing to unite with the weak is the right idea.

But now?

Liu Mengchao's gaze swept over the tips of C.C.'s hair and cast it on the endless treasures that were ready to be launched in all directions. He succeeded in angering Archer Gilgamesh, and at the same time deeply engraved the power of this heroic spirit in the hearts of the rebellious reincarnations.

Now, it's time for this hint to take root.

Follow the ancient genes and start running desperately, Samsara!

The corners of Liu Mengchao's mouth curled slightly, waiting for the soul-like cry of the reincarnators.

Servants need masters because they are not entities. Every attack, every move requires its own master to provide mana.

Even though some servants have a very high ability to act alone, and can still move smoothly after the death of the master, it is extremely difficult to free their treasure and attack indiscriminately.

I have found the way for you, so follow the method I have chosen, and go forward, Samsara!

Liu Mengchao thought silently in his heart, at the same time. The caster's voice rang out.

“master…… There is no road behind us......"

Caster's Medea's voice sounded desolate in front of Wang Yiran, the woman who had been hiding behind her dragon tooth soldier finally poked her face out of her hood.

Her face was the same as her master's, exactly the same pale, exactly the same despair.

Yes, as Caster Medea said, there is no road behind them. Archer Gilgamesh used his golden Noble Phantasm to build a city out of the night sky.

All of them are prisoners of this city. No one can escape the attack of Archer Gilgamesh. No one will be able to get out of here.

What to do! Wang Yiran's head was covered with fine white sweat, and he was at a loss for a moment, just looking around for help.

The puppet-like caster stood in front of him, and the woman was already his own puppet. Her own slave, no matter what she says, she will not hesitate to carry it out.

But what's the use of counting on this woman now?

It didn't work. You still have to die! Even if you don't die, what's the use? C.C. will definitely come back from the dead, unless he is killed by someone like himself who has a geass. Otherwise, this witch will only be reborn again and again! In this way, this woman will definitely be captured by Archer Gilgamesh, and then keep researching!

No matter what, your expectations, your dreams, and everything you have ever had will be like a bubble, just a light blow, and then it will disappear!

This...... Wang Yiran thought in his heart, but he was already trembling involuntarily. There seemed to be a dense pimple on the back of the back, and every time it touched the clothes, it would make Wang Yiran tremble involuntarily, fear mixed with the air, and in the blink of an eye, it had completely eroded into Wang Yiran's heart.

Don't want to die...... I don't want to die...... Don't want to die...... I want to live forever...... Live forever and ever!

C.C. must be killed by himself!

His body began to tremble continuously, Wang Yiran's lips were tightly pursed, turning from red to purple, his breathing became more and more rapid, he was vaguely afraid of the reincarnation called Liu Mengchao, but at this moment, the indiscriminate attack that Gilgamesh was about to come, and he couldn't help but go crazy for the immortal power contained in C.C.

He wanted to scream, but opened his mouth, but only a hoarse rustle came from his throat.

With the eyes of Lelouch Geass, a purple light shimmering under the night sky, constantly searching for every opportunity to exploit.

No matter who you are, as long as you can achieve your goals!

Whoever it is!

Finally, a crisp sound finally attracted Wang Yiran's attention.

The scarlet spear, colliding with the silver sword under the night sky, illuminated Wang Yiran's almost dead heart. The purple eyes suddenly lit up, and the endless light shot at Wang Yiran's target like a sharp arrow.

That's him!

Wang Yiran subconsciously wanted to shout loudly, but he held back. His flickering and enthusiastic gaze was just staring at the scarlet spear in Lancer Cú Chulainn's hand, the nirvana treasure.

"...... Wang Yiran's name ...... "His lips trembled continuously, but his words did not tremble in the slightest, and through the straight night sky, they descended directly on Lancer Cúchulainn's brain.

"Killed...... Etiquette! ”

The tip of the spear clashed against the tip of the sword, and Lancer Cuchulainn's face was full of happy smiles. It's been a long time since he's had such a good fight!

With such a hearty battle, even if you die in the next second, you won't have the slightest regret!

Of course, it would be better if you could win!

Lancer Cuchulainn thought to himself, raising the scarlet spear in his hand again. If you want to hit Qi Xiaoxiao's silver greatsword head-on, the so-called spear that pierces the thorns of death is completely a treasure that detracts from the joy of battle. I'm about to die, why do I need to use this treasure again?

Isn't it good to enjoy the battle?

Lancer Cuchulainn thought to himself, and stabbed towards Qi Xiaoxiao even more quickly.

Suddenly, a frantic voice burst into Cú Chulainn's mind. His eyes turned purple in an instant, and the whole person turned around without the slightest emotion, not looking at Qi Xiaoxiao's upcoming attack.

Burst!

With a soft sound, the sharp greatsword stabbed directly into Lancer Cúchulainn's body. Qi Xiaoxiao's face didn't have time to flash a look of astonishment. Lancer Cuchulainn, however, began to sing as if he had gone mad.

““Yes，Your，Majesty！”

The big sword embedded in Lancer Cúchularin's body, along with Lancer Cúchulainn, who turned around, forcibly cut a hole in the waist of this heroic spirit, and Lancer Cúchularin's upper body and lower body were separated at this moment, leaving only the internal organs mixed with blood, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

It's just that Lancer Cúchulainn didn't have the slightest sense of it. He just raised the scarlet spear in his hand blankly and aimed blankly at the place where his master was.

"Go ahead...... Pierce the Spear of Death Thorns! ”

The red spear slid through the air with an afterimage and disappeared in an instant.

Just cast it. It's going to hit. This spear is a weapon capable of reversing the law of cause and effect, and the fruit of piercing the heart has been decided before the spear is thrown.

So, the rest of the ending. It goes without saying.

Yan Feng Qili didn't have the slightest sense of all this, and the almost endless magic that Archer Gilgamesh kept asking for had completely drained the magician.

He fell to his knees in agony. Sweat continued to drip down Yan Fengqili's forehead like raindrops, soaking the ground in front of him.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking the air came from the air.

He subconsciously raised his head, and a scarlet spear had already entered Yan Fengqili's field of vision.

This is......

Lancer's Noble Phantasm?

With a slight disbelief, Yan Feng Qili only felt as if he had been lightly pecked by a mosquito on his forehead, making a soft crackling sound.

Standing beside Yan Feng Qili, the Tong Dirty Yan was almost numb.

All this is completely beyond the imagination of this rotten old man.

A scarlet spear burst through the air, pierced through Yan Feng Qili's head, pierced Yan Feng Qili's heart, and directly nailed the man to the ground!

The brains were mixed with blood and sprayed everywhere. It's just that for the dirty inkstone, all this is no longer important. There was a voice lingering in his heart, a cruel and cold voice.

Yan Feng Qili is dead...... The master of Archer Gilgamesh died...... own biggest trump card...... He's dead!

The king, who was high in the sky, frowned tightly.

The endless magic power just now suddenly broke directly.

Can't wait any longer!

Archer Gilgamesh looked at the farthest Noble Phantasm that was beginning to dissipate, and waved his hand without hesitation.

The king has built a golden wall in the north, south, and west, and with a wave of his hand, he can cause the wall to collapse, becoming the strongest blow to destroy the enemy.

And now, the walls have collapsed. (To be continued......)

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