Tribute to the Demon King

"what a pity."

Rider was the first to put away his weapon.He disarmed his arms and weapons, revealed the civilian clothes inside again, sighed, and sat down on the stool: "Just a little bit. I think I can kill you right away."

"Illusion, Rider."

Sneering at Rider's statement, Zhou Yi did not disarm, but put away the weapon, and said sullenly: "Your magic power is really easy to draw. You fell down before I exerted all my strength."

Forgetting the influence of Wangtu on the inherent enchantment is indeed something Zhou Yi did not expect.

Fortunately, Rider hasn't been killed yet... At this moment, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

For Zhou Yi, if he doesn't defeat Rider at his best, this battle is meaningless.

Rider is different from all other Servants.Because what Zhou Yi wants to defeat is the "King of Conquerors", not "Rider" itself.

If it's just killing Rider and destroying his body, it's just an assassin's work.Only by defeating all the soldiers he is proud of, can it be regarded as a complete defeat of the King of Conqueror Iskandar's kingly way and spirit!

"Then, do you want to call again at night?"

Rider asked enthusiastically: "It's going to be night soon. How about going to war again after I have a good rest?"

"No, I'm not interested," Zhou Yi lazily rejected his request, "And you wait until we fight again, I'd better not use this trick. I will definitely run through all your soldiers with my own hands. Just wait for me, Rider."

"Through... Is it? I seem to understand who you are, Berserker."

Rider seemed to have discovered some surprise, his eyes lit up and he nodded: "I also need time to study the strategy carefully."

"...Although I don't know who you guessed, I can guarantee that you must be wrong."

Zhou Yi shook his head, was taken aback suddenly, and looked out the window with Rider.

It seems that there is something transparent... Is it an illusion?

"Wait, what is that?"

Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and suddenly disappeared into the room as a spirit, leaving only one sentence: "Rider! Lancer is fighting with something, come on!"

"Okay! You go first, I'll be there in a while!"

Rider glanced at Weber, who was stiff and silent: "Hey, boy, let's go. You just stood there in a daze, haven't you had fun yet?"

"I……"

Wei Bo muttered, not knowing how to reply.

The temperature of gunpowder smoke came from his fingertips, and his beating heart has not yet calmed down.

He turned his head and looked at Rider, not knowing what to say.The scene in the dream appeared before his eyes again.

What am I longing for?What do I want to be?

The answer is self-evident at this moment.

"...Wait a minute, Rider."

Finally, he made up his mind and called Rider to stop.

Author's message:

No, I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to sleep... I started to have a headache again tonight, I'm sorry for only one more... (Lie down)

Tomorrow, I will take half a day off to catch up on sleep. I feel like I have a fever again, and I will try to adjust it before it goes on the shelves...

As for the explosive changes on the shelves...my chapter will be close to four hours, look at my expression→

wxya

But in order to thank everyone for their support, I plan to take a half-day off on Thursday afternoon and then explode a wave of anger. How can I say that there will be three more shifts on Friday, no...

...well, that's it, I'm going to sleep hot (chest out)

Chapter 24 The Distorted Figure

"what is that?"

Tohsaka Tokiomi stood on the balcony, frowning and looking at the northern sky.

He was full of anger and anxiety right now - and the cause was "that" thing at the end of his line of sight.

Just north of Tosaka Prefecture, about the distance from the outskirts to the edge of the city, there is a huge, illusory figure like soap bubbles.Judging from the surrounding buildings as a benchmark, it can be about [-] meters high.

If it was painted, then its painters were either prepared to take revenge on society or to quit.Just looking at its image, one can feel strong distortion and madness.

It stumbled forward as if drunk, and there were colorful iridescent lights shining in its body.Its shape is like a soap bubble tied with a transparent rubber band, its head is turning back and forth like a bird in the wind, and its arms are constantly stretching or becoming swollen as it floats slowly.

Different from its comical and harmless appearance, disaster spreads steadily around it.

——The heads of all ordinary people who noticed its eyes were twisted off inexplicably.There was no physical contact from any third party during the whole process, which was like a curse.

But Tokiomi knew that this was definitely not a curse.This is simply an exaggerated "hint".

Anyone who sees this mass will be given hints of "imitation" and "forgetfulness".They will subconsciously imitate the movement of this thing, try their best to turn their heads [-] degrees - and the point is, they forget that the structure of their necks cannot do this.As a result, under the violent burst of force, they successfully twisted their own necks, and no second person even intervened in the whole process.

Only magicians can resist this effect, just as they resist the magic of suggestion and hypnosis.

However, for ordinary people, this is simply an unsolvable and diffuse massacre tool.Even though it was already dusk, even though it was only a sparsely populated suburban area, as the situation gradually became worse, a huge commotion gradually spread.

Not only did the commotion not serve as an early warning, but it attracted more curious people to watch.Fortunately, it seemed that the deadly overtones would only work if one could see the monster's eyes clearly.At this moment, because of the limitation of eyesight, the lives of the residents in the city are not in danger.Residents' panic was confined to specific areas.