In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

It is impossible to say the following words, because the particles have spread to the hedgehog-like hair, until finally, Nero only saw a pair of eyes full of love and tenderness.

"No, no, no..." The girl kept grabbing with both hands, but the blue particles scattered towards the sky from between her fingers, and finally caught nothing. Two lines of tears slid down her face and dripped into the ground .

"That's enough. Your uncle has already returned to the Seat of Heroes, and we still have to work hard to survive." Mordred patted the other party's shoulder, not knowing what to say, even a little envious in his heart, not knowing that he was dead. Will father and king be so sad when they are in love?

Maybe, but it's more likely to keep the sadness in your heart and never show it.

Reality is always cruel, and there is not much time left for people to express their emotions. Nero is still kneeling on the ground to control his emotions, and footsteps have already been heard not far away.

Attila walked slowly with the rainbow sword in her hand, her ruby-like eyes were full of doubts, and it was with great difficulty that she suppressed the mental pollution.

"You... why didn't you seize the opportunity to attack me?"

As fighters, it is common sense to launch an attack when the enemy is weakest, but these people waste their time expressing their emotions, it is really shameless amateurs.

Nero, who had been kneeling on the ground, stood up, faced the terrifying destroyer, and slapped his chest: "Because——"

"We have an emotional heart!"

PS: I like truth. I don’t like the feeling of wanting to speak but not being able to speak. I don’t like the plot of paying party dues before dying.

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Nero and Attila happen to belong to two kinds of people, one is full of too much emotion in his heart, while the other is empty, so when Nero is proud, Attila can't understand.

As if this question had surpassed the comprehension of the killing machine, the white-haired girl tilted her head and frowned after thinking for a long time:

"It's a boring topic, destroying everything is the real meaning."

The space behind her was distorted, and a heroic spirit lingering in black smoke stepped out of it. The black and red armor wrapped his face, and he held a strangely shaped cross sword in his hand.

A kind of hatred towards the world emanated from him, although it was a fake, it was several times stronger than the previous shadows.

He looked at Nero and let out a low growl: "You... have the smell of Mozart on you!"

Mozart?Is this someone who has a grudge against the musician?

Nero is a bit inexplicable, but it doesn't matter now, a God's whip is deadly, and one more Avenger is nothing.

"Ahem, I didn't expect Mordred to die with you..." The knight who lost his armor put his sword on his shoulder and walked forward slowly.

"Aren't you reconciled? We're going to die together with Yu, but even Orcus has to give way." Nero smiled, looking relaxed as if he was talking about a dance party.

"Tch, you idiot, you still dare to speak big words at this time." Mordred didn't even want to talk to the emperor, and charged before the opponent made a move!

It took only a second from stillness to rapidity, and a knight covered in bruises appeared above Attila's head, and the big sword held in both hands was condensed by magic power into a blade several meters long!

"die!"

With an indomitable momentum, the red sword slashed down heavily!But Attila didn't hide, holding the three-color sword in one hand to block it above his head.

boom--

The shock wave raised the soil, but there was no crack in the ground under Attila's feet. Mordred's slash was directly counteracted by the stronger magic power. The white-haired girl still stood still, her free right hand grabbed to her side, And the next moment...

The Iron Meteorite was lightly held in the palm of the hand!

The two had only one-fifth of their strength left, so weak that Altila couldn't even arouse his interest. With a little force on the left hand holding the long sword, Mordred was immediately thrown flying more than ten meters.And Nero, who was holding the blade, was lifted up and slapped hard on the ground.

A shallow pit was smashed into the ground, and Altila didn't have any concept of tenderness. Seeing that the opponent was still holding the sword tightly and refused to give up, he threw it back lightly.

"The counterfeit, I leave it to you."

The ability of monsters to make fakes seems to have been greatly improved. The avengers here are even closer to the real heroic spirits than the two in Britain. A real resentment erupted from it, not using a sword, but a powerful spirit The force comes straight!

"Accept my curse! Kill yourself here immediately!"

[The fire of the prairie fire]!

Gossip, evil thoughts, slander, and incitement were condensed into weird mental attacks. Nero, who was still in the air, only felt a splitting headache, and the long sword in his hand immediately shifted the blade to his throat.

Just like what he did in the siege thousands of years ago, the idea of ​​'suicide' could no longer be controlled, and Nero had only one thought before his last sanity dissipated——

Rosen!Where are you! ?

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Tens of kilometers away, the corpses of monsters have piled up into mountains, cut off by swords, pierced by bows, and blasted into pieces by magic bullets. Layers of corpses are piled up, even worse than the killings made by King Arthur in Gladiolus Hill. It's even more terrifying!

There are too many monsters, ranging from hundreds to thousands of them. These cannon fodders are rushing wildly, making the four Heroic-level fighters overwhelmed. Emiya Kiritsugu, the weakest, has already been sent out by Rosen. He suffered dozens of wounds all over his body. Chu has already fallen into a coma, even if he is transferred, the chance of surviving is not high, but after losing a mobile fort, the pressure on the remaining three is even greater.

"Let my companion escape first!? It doesn't matter, after I kill you, I will naturally kill that kid!" Eric the blood ax laughed wildly, but he hid behind several deeply demonized centaurs.

This tyrannical Viking king is not stupid. He was suppressed and beaten by Rosen in his heyday. Now that the growth of the Noble Phantasm is almost over, he will only give away his head if he goes up again.He was waiting until the cannon fodder had exhausted the opponent, and then he beheaded with a big axe.

Provocative trash talk kept creeping into his ears, Rosen pursed his lips, and nailed the centaur to the ground with one shot, then twitched the short-barreled shotgun and beat the monster's head into a rotten watermelon with a 'bang' sound. dodge.

"Made, I said earlier that no matter how strong a heroic spirit is, it will be consumed to death!" '

Rosen spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. He didn't know how many monsters he had slaughtered, but when he looked up, the place where he looked was still full of black tides!You must know that in terms of sustained combat power, Rosen, who is wearing hundreds of dresses, can be regarded as the number one in the world, even so, he is almost exhausted.

If it were someone else, such as the King of Knights in Britain, a few 'curry sticks' would probably collapse on the ground. As long as the enemy is not cleared, they will definitely be stabbed to death by miscellaneous soldiers.

'Master, change the dress! Arash's voice came from Rosen's mind.

Now the formal dresses such as imaginary number magic have been exhausted, but all the conceptual dresses that can increase the total amount of magic power must be used.

'No, if this continues, there will be no dresses available. 'While dodging, Rosen had a panoramic view of the battlefield.