Tribute to the Demon King

The two people in front of them were not just drinking, but striking each other's swords with their swords.Just like the etiquette before a duel.

"Then let me ask you. If you got the Holy Grail, what do you want to do with it?"

Rider asked Zhou Yi seriously: "I asked you before, but your answer at that time was obviously not the truth. Now there are only you and me here, so it doesn't matter if you say it."

"I'm not lying to you, Rider. I really have no need for the Holy Grail."

Zhou Yi poured a glass of wine for the two of them, and then threw the empty wine barrel behind him: "From this point of view, it doesn't matter if I give you the Holy Grail. But from another point of view, you Obtaining the Holy Grail means my defeat...that's what I can't bear."

"The subjects entrust their loyalty and life to the king, and the king must return victory! As a king, he should be fearless and invincible! He should show his strength and wisdom, so that the subjects can rest assured. Only then can we be worthy of the loyalty entrusted by our subjects!"

Sonorous and forceful, Zhou Yi announced so.

Rider nodded painfully: "Victory... huh? Even as a Berserker, he is still obsessed with victory... It seems that we can only meet on the battlefield."

"Have fun, Rider!"

But unlike Rider, Zhou Yi showed a smile instead, and patted rider on the shoulder to comfort him: "It should be our honor to meet each other with guns! Think about it, Rider, what kind of miracle is needed to make you I met here, and compared to the vast sea of ​​stars, how small is the probability! Compared to the mere Holy Grail, it is worthwhile to fight with each other!"

"You're right, Berserker."

Even Rider had to admit Zhou Yi's statement.But he still showed a tangled and embarrassed look: "But I still want to get the Holy Grail."

"You want to get the body, Rider."

Zhou Yi replied affirmatively.

Hearing this, Weber on the side couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Wait... what does Berserker mean by that?

Could it be that Rider still wants to get a physical body, then resume his past great achievements, and reconquer the world?

Finally unable to bear it, Weber asked Rider for confirmation: "This is impossible, right Rider..."

"You're right! Berserker! Sure enough, you understand me!"

But to Weber's despair, Rider excitedly patted his thigh and recognized it: "Sure enough, you feel it too! Showing up as a Servant in the world always feels like something is missing."

"Indeed. But there is nothing wrong with such a body, I am very happy."

Zhou Yi smiled lightly, nodded first and then shook his head: "If I hadn't obtained such a body, I would still be bound in the deepest part of my consciousness right now. Obviously my heart is already terrible, and I can't live without fighting. Going on, but I still have to maintain my gentle appearance... I am as ridiculous as a werewolf who forced himself to be a vegetarian."

"I see, that's why you are Berserker."

Rider suddenly understood: "I think it's easier to get along with you now."

"Oh, probably."

Zhou Yi just smiled and didn't speak, acquiescing to Rider's statement: "Then what about you. Do you want a body so desperately?"

"It's not that I want...it's that I have to get it. This is the basis of conquest. Without it, everything is a joke."

Rider stared at the wine glass and murmured softly.

"Keep your feet on the ground, tap your heart, go out into the world and conquer everything - that's my kingly way. But not now. Now I don't have a body, and everything can't start without this...I'm not afraid of anything, I just felt like, I had to have a body. It was the most important one before all the zeros."

Zhou Yi remained silent, just nodded, and solemnly collided with Rider's wine glass again.

The hungry Weber was almost out of breath at this time, he just stared at the two with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

Before they knew it, all the wine around them had been drunk.

This time, the wine glasses of the two did not separate like before.Just looking straight into the other person's eyes, the radiance of Lingzi gradually radiated from his body.

Between the two of them, a scorching hurricane gradually howled, but the two of them didn't move an inch, but slowly took back their wine glasses.

Gradually, the scorching hot and dry storm that seemed to burn everything dry roared, and Wei Bo felt sand entering his mouth, and spit quickly.

That is indeed sand.And it's hot sand that only appears in deserts.

"This should be the last question, brother."

Unknowingly, Rider's body changed back into the costume of the Conqueror King, and the dragon-like armament also appeared on Zhou Yi's body.

He held up the wine glass in his hand, and asked sonorously, word by word, "Wang—is he lonely?"

"nature."

Zhou Yi drank the fine wine in the glass, and then threw the glass away: "The king is naturally lonely."

"Only this, only this! I want to prove to you that you are wrong! My friend!"

Rider laughed out loud.

As if responding to the laughter, the momentum of the whirlwind intensified——

"Come on, let's fight! Come to fight! Come and destroy the opponent!"

With Rider's shout, an unknown hot wind eroded the present world.

——After that, it was completely overturned!

Author's message:

Chapter 2 was sent successfully!Today's Master Qi is also full of integrity! (chest out)

My liver hurts... I have class at [-] o'clock tomorrow, I'll go to bed first, good night everyone... (Lie down)