Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

The data on the instrument is even more unoptimistic.

After all, Assassin and the others are coming back soon, how should I explain this situation to him?

"No, no, no! The design lifespan of an artificial human is simply impossible for her to survive! This is the master of Assassin, damn it, how could it be like this."

Gold felt his own incompetence and clenched his fists.

"Uncle Gould, what did the Assassin's master do?"

Gold frowned and shook his head: "I don't know either."

All he knew was that, judging from the level of cardiopulmonary function of this artificial human, it was almost exhausted.This android is like Fiddy Pitts, running all day to deliver the good news after the marathon.

After crossing such a long distance, Fidipitz was almost unaware of his physical condition, and even thought he could run for a long time before falling down.

But the legs and hands of this android girl were covered with scrapes and even blood.

Baby-like skin is lovely, but it can't bear any pain.

The scars are all over the body, and there can only be one reason, that is, in the process of walking, I fell and fell, fell down and got up, got up and fell down, and repeated cycles.

She definitely knows what she's doing.

Quietly, the door was pushed open, and behind the door was Shirou.

"I heard it all."

Shirou paused.

"Is it hopeless?" Shirou asked calmly.

Gould held his breath and looked sideways, not daring to look at Shirou.

Shirou had a premonition about this matter, so when it came true, Shirou was not surprised, he had tried his best to prepare for this thing to happen.

Walking to the sick bed of the android master, her sleeping face was not at all peaceful.

Panting in pain, an abnormal and strange blush appeared on his face, and even his body was roaring.

The cyborg master, who had only been alive for a few days in the true sense, was about to leave after only learning how to walk.

The heavy Shirou gasped.

"I see. Find me a master, and it's good to be artificial."

After Shirou finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Gold couldn't help standing up, wanting to ask Shirou why he was so ruthless, but he heard the painful gasp at the end of Shirou's words.

Assassin suffered more than he did, of course.

The person who accompanied the artificial man for those three days was not Gould, but Shirou. From the time he picked it up at the beginning, he was hidden for three or four days without being found. The main credits include Shirou, Joan of Arc, and Hercules', but definitely not his Gord's.

In retrospect, what Shirou asked him was already expressive.

Perhaps Gould answered wrongly, and perhaps death awaited him.

Coles chased to the corridor and found Shirou standing not far away, looking at the full moon.

Only then did he realize that Shirou's bright red hair had a few touches of white, as if it had been moistened by the moonlight.

"Assassin, your master, what did you do before?"

"What did you do?" Shirou's voice raised, even in Coles' ears, it was very sharp.

"That is to say, on the battlefield, carrying me who was heavier than my own weight, and holding a shield with great difficulty, I kept walking back, walking, and walking. I woke up after walking four or five kilometers .I found that she had fallen for countless times. When she saw me wake up, she continued to walk a few steps bravely, but finally she passed out. "

"Assassin, you can't—" Cowles was about to ask, but stopped.

If Shirou can transform into a spirit body, does he still need to be carried by an artificial person for so long?

"Yes, I can't transform into a spirit body." Shirou understood what Corles was asking, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "Because I'm actually a living person, so I can't transform into a spirit body, so she needs to carry me like this It's been so long."

"I..." Cowles regretted his sudden question, "Sorry."

Shirou was silent for a while, then shook his head: "It's not your fault."

There was an instant solidification between the two.

I don't know how long it has passed, the strong wind blows in the early morning, and the woods are swaying and rustling.

Shirou's pupils also lost focus.

"But at least I promised my master, I have to do it. I can't stop until I achieve my goal. I want to save all artificial humans."

Siegfried covered his mouth, and his body began to tremble violently.

The blood also turned purple, and the venom of the hydra was really terrifying.

"Saber..." Hercules frowned and sighed.

With the exception of Shirou, Hercules never saw a single person survive the Hydra venom.

What's more, Siegfried was shot behind by Achilles' gun.

It's just the hydra venom, maybe he can still spend a day trying to search for the snake venom of the hydra.

But Siegfried, who was mortally wounded, was poisoned by Hydra again, and perhaps he could no longer see the sun rise.