I, Li Xiang, Sister Control Giant

He raised his blood-stained face, his eyes still a little dazed.

"Tsk, that's really boring."

Turning her head, Lixiang stopped looking at the two dying people.

She jumped up and walked to the other side of the big pit, she stopped in one place, and her eyes moved down.

It was a rusted iron knife stuck in the ground.

Controlling the direction of the spiritual veins of the entire country, she can naturally perceive it, where is the incomparably powerful disobedience sleeping.

This sword is the divine tool in the seal, and Rama is inside.

I pulled it out and swiped it twice, but it was so light that it didn't feel like a magic sword at all.

I don't know what the method of awakening is, and I can't see any information at all with my clairvoyance. As far as Rama is concerned, fate can be said to have used every means to target her.

Clairvoyance doesn't work anymore.

Carrying the rusted sword, Lixiang walked back to her original position.

"Small moment!"

The divine sword was thrown out with a swish, turning into a shadow and gradually flying out of sight.

The size is the same as that of a normal adult husky, and the three-headed beast rushed out, moved at an approaching speed, and jumped up and grabbed the divine sword.

Run back, bring it over and touch your head by the way.

One person and one beast played happily, and regarded the key prop for awakening Rama as a cheap plastic Frisbee in a pet toy store.

This scene made Guinevere, who was hiding to observe, tremble with anger.

Chapter 272 Chapter [-]

"Come on, let's come out and talk."

Scarlet lines are engraved on the face, which is a metamorphic magic circuit, and the blood-colored flames are rolling on the surface of the body.

When it calmed down, Lixiang, who looked a little strange, suddenly turned into a bloodthirsty devil, holding the rotten divine sword and raising the corners of his mouth.

In the scarlet magic mist, the trident was successfully projected.

Different from the appearance of the original artifact, under the influence of different magic power, the blood-colored pattern is engraved on the long handle, like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing...

"My order is the roar of the wind, obey the call~"

Yan Ling blurted out.

The girl, who was in high spirits and looked quite excited, laughed wildly with a 'hahaha'.

In the sunken center of Tokyo, the water that poured into it was called to converge towards the center point, forming an amazing vortex.

The body is pulled away, and the arm is pulled like a bow.

The trident is thrown!

Entwined with the shocking water pressure, the magical artifact gallops with power.

The white war god stepped forward, swung the holy sword bestowed by the elf, and attacked with exquisite swordsmanship, slightly deflecting the advancing trajectory of the trident.

The trident brushed past the invisible Guinevere and fell into the void

boom--! !

rumbling...

The water pressure penetrated the rock formations that melted into a lava-like substance to the depths, and the artifact drilled into the depths of the sea.

The roar sounded on the bottom of the sea, and whirlpools and waterspouts rose into the sky.

Li Xiang snorted in surprise.

"Interesting, Lancelot, the knight of the lake, has such strength?"

As soon as his identity was seen, the white military god was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, his face changed.

"You are……?!"

"No, I'm not that cold-faced girl, you are much more interesting than that guy."

In the eyes of the normal Lixiang, the black Saber is quite good, but in the eyes of the flawed 'devil' Lixiang, she only got the title of 'cold-faced girl'.

She's also an [Alter] girl who doesn't care about Artoria.

The active dragon factor can be easily suppressed.

The power of the British Red Dragon, in front of the 'blackened' girl, is as docile as a big cat.

"Fallen ancestor, Guinevere."

"In the case that you have forgotten, you still want to resurrect the last king with perseverance, and you have been running for hundreds of years for this."

"Don't you regret it?"

Unexplained emotions flashed in his eyes, and Rikka asked with a scrutiny.

Eyes glowing with wisdom made Guinevere, who just wanted to lie, fall into silence.

The delicate girl who seemed to be only about ten years old was actually the goddess Guinevere who had lost a lot of memory during her multiple reincarnations and laughed firmly.

"I don't regret it, if I forget my mission because of reincarnation, I will be better off than dead."

"King Rakshasa, don't you have something in your heart that must be done?"

Li Xiang restrained her smile, and the raised corners of her mouth were quietly smoothed.

"...Of course there is."

The madness seems to have subsided, and the girl with a calm face seems to have a look of reminiscence in her eyes.

The light flashed, and an ordinary scarf appeared in her hand.

The reddish color is embroidered with several X figures, which are worth no more than a hundred yuan (rmb), and are reflected in Lixiang's eyes, and her fingers are lightly clenched.

This is one of Sakura's few relics.

The extreme will does not only include the concept of viciousness such as murder.

Obsession is also included.

And she has been suppressing herself, not daring to face it, tormenting her obsession deep in her heart, what is it?

No one would know, except herself.

Li Xiang raised her head, her face suddenly cold.

Whoosh!

With a broken sound, the sharp blade pressed towards Guinevere.

The divine sword engraved with the seal fell to the ground, just in front of Guinevere, only one step away from her.

Is it because of her trust in Divine Speed ​​that she thinks it is absolutely impossible for her to have a chance to pick up the Divine Sword?

Or have absolute confidence that even the last king can be defeated?

Guinevere's face changed constantly, thinking about the reason why Lixiang threw the magic sword, and did not dare to reach out and pick it up, as if a bomb was tied to the magic sword.

"Ha ha."

A mocking sound floated out of Lixiang's mouth.

Guinevere, who had lived for hundreds of years, had a thick skin and bowed slightly.

"I don't know why you did this?"

"Is your obsession with resurrecting the King of the End only to this extent?"

The words were full of sneer and disdain.

Putting the scarf back on the crystal dice, Li Xiang, whose madness seemed to have completely subsided, the shadow behind him trembled slightly.

"Make a deal."

"trade?"

Li Xiang nodded.

"That's right, use this sword of salvation in exchange for your things. This is the bargaining chip for me."

Guinevere hesitated.

She had expected the content of the transaction. After all, the divine sword was something they desperately needed.

But the key is...

How can anyone throw chips directly into the opponent's face when trading? !

Facing this wonderful godslayer, Guinevere was a little tired.

God-killers are all lunatics. They are fools who have no reverence and dare to draw swords at the gods, and they are all incredible aggregates.

At this moment, she was suddenly a little scared.

Afraid of the defeat of the King of the End, even death is only a short sleep for that adult.

"What do you want?"

Ancestor God asked humbly.

There was a breath of air on the divine sword, and there was something left by Lixiang on the outer layer of the seal.

If Guinevere had really touched the divine sword just now, she would of course be amazed and amazed at her obsession, and she would also ridicule her for being torn apart.

Guinevere absolutely couldn't avoid that sarcastic laughter anyway.

"Two things, the first is the magic grail in your hand, which is the reward I promised to give to a person."

"...The Black Prince?"

Guinevere immediately thought of who the man was.