Tribute to the Demon King

Kotomine Shirou nodded slightly, and pulled out the black key from his sleeve.

Then, after the magic power poured in, the slender black key suddenly swelled and turned into a strange giant sword wrapped in flames.

"At this time, of course we must rely on the almighty Da Vinci..."

Da Vinci also murmured, his eyes became serious.

"We're going to help him too."

Curse Wrist stopped Yan Zui beside him, and said in a low voice, "Help these refugees escape first."

"……it is good."

The drunken Hassan hesitated for a moment, but followed Manjutsu and Kotomine Shirou to the west to break through.

Although she has the best assassination skills among Hassan in the past, but forcibly assassinating the Sun Knight Gawain under the sun is not something she would do.

Compared with beheading a knight of the round table, saving more innocent refugees is a more important thing.

Watching these followers stand up one by one, Gao Wen's expression also became serious.

"Servants... are you the guardians of humanity?"

He sighed softly, and slowly pulled out the holy sword from his waist: "I don't intend to make you feel pain..."

"—But please accept your fate as soon as possible."

Knight of the Round Table Gawain whispered, firmly clenched the holy sword in his hand.

On the other side, a young boy in a hood and a black robe walked silently in the wilderness.

His gaze was as flat as water, and as dark as an abyss.

"Here it is."

He raised his head, looked at the dead city not far away, and whispered: "Aren't you coming to welcome me? Or are you saying you don't welcome me?"

"...Mine, the same kind?"

Accompanied by Zhou Yi's whispers, a strong hurricane suddenly rose up around him.

The hood was blown off in an instant, revealing a head of long black hair fluttering wildly that just reached his thighs.

The black linen robe bulged, its hem and sleeves quivered like a demon.

The corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and a monster-like huge gap opened, revealing sharp white teeth.

In front of Zhou Yi, the ground cracked and the city wall collapsed.

The dark purple flesh and blood flowed and entangled on the ground, turning into a huge pillar of flesh that pierced the sky.

Indifferent voices resounded in the air:

"Heat source, perception."

"Moving body, found."

"Target, confirm."

"Proposal, eliminate—"

"...Yo, Furneus. The Demon God King doesn't seem to be at home."

Zhou Yi smiled lowly, and looked at the several powerful sources of magic power gathered in the city without fear: "I saw you..."

He had his hands behind his back, but the dark purple ground under his feet did not move at all, and even flowers slowly grew from the body of the Demon God Pillar.

"Speaking of which, you only dispatched the Nine-Pillar Demon God, you really underestimate the enemy. If it is the military equipment commanded by Harpas, or the abandoned hole commanded by Andumari, in my state, It might be a little troublesome to deal with. But if it's just you..."

The corner of Zhou Yi's mouth slowly climbed into a mocking arc: "I'm about to start."

"—become one with me, Furneus."

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Chapter 75 You eight brains are trapped by the door

Facing Zhou Yi's ridicule and the flowers spreading all over his body, Feneus and other Demon God Pillars chose to ignore Zhou Yi without exception.

The gathered dark purple flesh and blood flowed on the ground, turning into terrifying tentacles.Surrounding the young Zhou Yi, the Nine Pillars of the Demon God formed around him as if reaching the sky.

Intense magic power gathered around Furneus, the Demon God Pillar, and an emotionless inorganic voice sounded in the air:

"Observatory, activate—"

At that moment, the air was filled with strange magic power.

The slick air was nauseating, as if burning ribs were mixed with crushed viscera to make a puree.If it is an ordinary magician, just being in it, his sanity will be destroyed by the magic power full of malice.

The eyeballs inlaid on all the Demon God Pillars lit up at the same time, stained with a strange light like dirty blood.They stared at Zhou Yi at the same time, their eyes were cold and without any emotion.

There is no expectation, no fear, and no hatred.

It is not so much the gaze of a machine as it is the gaze of a god.As calm as a researcher examining the growth of bacteria in a petri dish.