In front of the Ryodong-Ji Temple, Einz Baylon Castle, and the Motosa Family. As these three battlefronts simultaneously erupted, within the Holy Church, in a pitch-black environment, a young priest by the name of Shiro Yanamoto had his head lowered as he faced a statue in the church, as if he was sincerely praying. After a while, as if he had received some sort of message, he slowly raised his head and revealed a faint smile.
"Is that so? Gilgamesh has begun to move. He's truly a king that no one can grasp … Although it's not yet time for the plan, since he's moving ahead of schedule, we'll have to make some adjustments as well. How troublesome."
"No, I'm not worried that he'll lose. It's just that when things go too smoothly, I can't help but imagine the worst possible outcome. It seems that I still haven't gotten over the shadow of my past life … Ah, sorry, you probably don't like to hear me talk about this kind of thing, so let's skip it … The character that's most prone to accidents? I think it should be him. "
"Him?" Within Liudong Temple, Shiro Yanamoto paused for a moment as he looked through the magic projection mirror at Tang Hao who was being surrounded by Kuqiu and Omune Ichiro. Right now, in a two-on-one situation, Tang Hao had fallen into an absolute disadvantage. He was barely able to protect himself, but he was still in a precarious situation. If he didn't meet up with Ishtar as soon as possible, he would definitely be doomed.
And Ishtar obviously didn't care too much about this teammate of hers. She basically didn't respond to Tang Hao's request for help at all. She just focused on fighting Demetrius, and the tacit understanding between the two of them was basically zero.
In this situation, Shiro Yanamoto had basically sentenced Tang Hao to death.
Of course, this death sentence wasn't true death. He had already seen how strong Tang Hao's physical body was. If Tang Hao fought with both sides being heavily injured, there was still a chance that he could escape. But after that … no matter if it was in terms of time or combat strength, he wouldn't be able to affect the results of the other two battles.
Therefore, in Yan Fengqi Li's eyes, the attention paid to him was negligible. After all, he wasn't someone like Wei Gong Qesi … On the contrary, it was the occasional lewd words that came out of his mouth that made people's eyes light up.
The real worry was still the goddess Ishtar. Under her strong attacks, Medea could only rely on the magic formation to defend. Once the magic formation was destroyed, Medea would be in a very dangerous situation. If Medea was killed first, the balance of the battle might tilt.
However, whether it's Gilgamesh or Shiro Yanamoto, both of them actually have a higher level of attention towards Tang Hao. Does this man have some special charm … to attract followers?
Thinking of this, Yan Fengqili also developed a trace of interest in Tang Hao.
Touching the black key beside him, his eyes were filled with eagerness.
"Do you need me to test him for you?"
"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" Shiro Yanomoto's voice came into his ears.
Yan Fengqili smiled happily. "Since he can attract the attention of you and Gilgamesh, of course, he won't be easily killed by me."
"Aren't you afraid of making Gilgamesh unhappy? In order to fight with this man, he suppressed his hatred towards Ishtar. Otherwise … I would have made a move that night. "
"It's nothing. If he's only this level of a man, Gilgamesh probably won't care."
"… Well, anyway, you're in charge of Ryudong Temple. Just don't let the witch break free from the noose."
"Hehe."
Cutting off the communication with Shiro Yanomoto, Yan Fengqili's mouth curled up, and the smile on his face gradually stretched. Then, he pushed the door open and walked out …
"Shoot a hundred!"
Boom!!!
With a loud explosion, countless rock fragments were blasted away. A petite figure was hit like a rag and then smashed into the broken wall behind him. With a bang, the broken wall shattered into countless stones, and the figure was crushed under it.
"That guy …"
Ilya's eyes widened, and she dragged her body to the edge of the eaves. She placed her hands on the eaves and looked down, but all she saw was a wasteland.
"What magical girl, she can't even withstand a single blow … Berserker!" Ilya bit her lip, but as soon as she finished speaking, with the activation of the magic circuit, a heart-wrenching pain came from inside her body, and she almost fainted.
No, this body can no longer fight.
Ilya knelt on the ground with a thud. Previously, in order to let Berserker fight Gilgamesh with all his might, she ignored the burden on her own body and mobilized the magic of the entire Winter Wood Spirit Vein to strengthen Berserker the strongest in history. She even used a command incantation to finally give Berserker a chance to defeat Gilgamesh.
But as a price, her own body became tattered, and now simply mobilizing her own magic was a hundred times more difficult than usual. In the past, Sera would help her adjust the magic circuit, and she would only need a little less than half a day to recover. But now, she could only watch helplessly.
Berserker stood beside her, motionless like a statue.
This was to be expected, with the strength of a Servant like Berserker, just maintaining the existence of the physical body required a lot of magic. If she continued to fight with Gilgamesh, with Ilya's current state, her body would probably completely collapse in less than a few minutes.
In her frenzied mind, the remaining trace of reason made Berserker refuse to accept magic.
Just like in that snowy land, when she was about to lose consciousness, Berserker relied on her own will to take the initiative to fight, driving away the wild wolves that gnawed on her and protecting her. Now, Berserker relied on her own will to reject her magic and protect her.
Ilya was very clear about this, but, if she did not do something …
Her gaze once again looked at the collapsed ruins. Until now, she still could not accept the so-called other version of herself. A kid who eulogized a happy daily life, a guy who thought that he could do anything with courage and faith, was the type that she hated the most. But even she did not realize that when her gaze searched for that figure in the ruins, there was a faint trace of worry in her eyes.
And then …
Wait a minute!
Suddenly, Ilya's expression changed as she looked at the flower bed that was faintly exposed in the ruins … That position?
"Is that all you've got? Bastard! "Gilgamesh stood on top of the ruins and shouted condescendingly.
Boom … Boom!
A circle of magic rippled in the ruins, and as the upper layer of stones was lifted, little Ilya who was buried underneath finally stood up. At this moment, she was not in the form of the Holy Sword Maiden. Her lower body was wearing an iron skirt, and her upper body was only wrapped with a piece of cloth … Although she did not have a chest, it still needed to be wrapped. In her right hand was a giant sword that was bigger than her entire body, and her hair that was tied into a single ponytail was fluttering slightly.
This was Berserker's Dream Summoning!
In the world of Moira, the magicians researched a magical item that could store the power of the Servant in a card, and then through the Dream Summoning, one could have the power of the Servant of that rank.
Of course, this summoning system was something that even the magicians who researched the card did not know. The first Servant to perform the Dream Summoning was Ilya.
Gilgamesh looked at the young girl who stood up again and smiled proudly. "Hmph, although you're a bastard, your perseverance is commendable. Against this King, you fought again and again, but in the end, you're just a mere puppet … Saber, Archer, Lancer all failed, and now Berserker, what else do you have to fight with this King?"
Crack!
As soon as he said that, the giant sword in little Ilya's hand suddenly shattered, and some blood flowed down from the corner of her mouth.
Previously, she continued to use four Servant Cards, and even used the noble relic [Shoot A Hundred Heads] that even Berserker could not use in this world. However, it was defeated by Gilgamesh's [Shoot A Hundred Heads], and the remaining three cards obviously could not defeat Gilgamesh.
In fact, just the consumption of magic alone made it very difficult to perform the Dream Summoning again.
It was a hopeless situation!
Facing Gilgamesh's question, little Ilya's eyes flickered, and she did not know what to do. The enemy's strength was completely beyond her imagination. What … should she do?
Boom!
Just as she was hesitating, a pile of rocks a few meters away from her collapsed due to the magic. Little Ilya instinctively looked over, and her expression changed … There was a person lying there!
That's?
Although it was only a back view, the back view was strangely familiar. Little Ilya's heart tightened, and she immediately walked forward. With Berserker's strength, she easily moved the rocks away, and then saw the maid lying in a pool of blood.
When little Ilya turned the maid's body over, she was completely stunned.
"Se … Sela?"
"Why … Sela is here? And … "Little Ilya stretched out her trembling hand and touched the maid's body. She could not feel a trace of warmth, and her breath was completely cut off.
"It's this world's Miss Sela, right? She's already dead … Ilya." Ruby reminded.
Sapphire said, "Ilya, there's a life form under the rocks ten meters to your right."
Ilya's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran over to flip the rocks over. In the flower bed, there was a maid with her chest pierced by several sharp blades.
"Lizette …"
"Regrettably, she's also dead." Ruby sighed.
"Is that so? This world's Sela and Lizette …" Little Ilya lowered her head, her eyes red. Although she lived in Copping's daily life, because her parents were often away, it was Sela and Lizette who took care of her daily life. They were a family that was closely connected to each other.
Although she was a different individual from the Sela and Lizette of this world, but —
"You did it, didn't you?" Little Ilya suddenly raised her head and looked at Gilgamesh. "It's you, kill them!"
"So what?" Gilgamesh did not care, nor did he bother to deny it. "I've already given them a chance. Do you expect me to show mercy to mere puppets? Don't be too presumptuous, you bastard! "
"Unforgivable …"
Little Ilya gritted her teeth, her eyes showing unprecedented determination and resolve.
"Only you, absolutely unforgivable!"
Boom!
In an instant, magic visible to the naked eye shot up into the sky.
It was connected to Fuyuki's ley line.
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